Dora
For the first time since her birth, Aurelia smiles, and a small symphony of twinkling stirs the air around her as she moves towards nowhere in particular. As she passes, a cool wind stirs the ivory length of her tresses and coaxes snowflakes from seemingly thin air. As far as she could discern, the sole purpose of her existence was to create: to kindle an ember of meaning and light in the vast darkness of the universe. The goddess knew little of herself, except that she perhaps vaguely disliked intimacy but hated the idea of loneliness. 

Aurelia cast another glance towards Tsu; her smile had been momentary, and like the chilling silence of a frozen lake, her expression betrayed nothing of her inner thoughts. 

"Simply put, I don't understand why you wear them. Do your limbs fall off? Do you bleed?"

*Can I bleed?* 

That was her real question, but she wasn't one to ask that outright. It was uncouth— and hinted at an aspect of uncertainty— which the snow maiden wasn't privy to revealing to new company. Perhaps she was also a paranoid Goddess. She hadn't discerned much about the things that she liked and the things that she didn't yet. All was new and dreamlike, still. 

"I'd prefer you visit after my work is done," An apologetic tilt of her head accompanies this, and is followed by watching the simmering existence of Tsu's body. Fire and ice didn't mix well, it didn't take a scholar to know that.
Marcelo
A cloud of vapor twirled in the center of a thick branch far up the upper branches. In the center of that vapor, laid a man of 5 feet and 11 inches, curled in a ball. His clothes were nothing but tattered rags and a cape with a brooch made of large moth wings. His eyes shut tight, deep in slumber. 

*The clang of shackles hitting the wall. 
The screams of terror. 
The lashes of a whip. 
The sound of blood splattering against concrete. 
The feeling of infinite loneliness. 
The sickening feeling of depression. 
The joyous laughter of the captors, and even some of the captive...*

He shuttered and rolled in his sleep. *Sleep..?* He jolted up. He held his hands out in front of him and started giggling like a madman. Trails of vapor emitted from the tips of his fingers. "Stop talking to me." He said, seemingly to no one. "Yes, but I'm alive." He continued. "But what is life? Can this even be called life? Eternal torment and suffering?" He smiled wide and giggled. "Yes, it can!" He hopped to his feet and looked about. 

"But why..?" He asked himself. "Oh don't bother with such pesky questions. Just go with the flow!" He answered. "Don't tell me what to do!" He snapped. 

Further down the branch, there was a small puddle of water that seemed to gather in a little hole in the branch. There, Dhehstus could see his reflection. His head was masked by swirling vapor, the same vapor that trailed the air from his finger tips. He nodded in approval. "Dhehstus. You are one good looking man." He complimented himself.
Victor
Hmm? She's smiling... Should I too? Maybe... But she quickly stopped smiling? Did she stop smiling when she had to comment on my bandages... Do they look... Bad on me?

"Why... Ohhh I can't stop my skin from being either very hot or cold, so I made these bandages to help those around me~ Ooo also my body is of wax, but please don't touch it it's quite hot even as a wax," TSU replied. She wanted to smile back but didn't know if her sister had smiled at her or not...