Trinkets (Sephora & Tiginny
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				Title: <strong>Trinkets (Sephora &amp; Tiginny</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 02:58:04</strong>
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				<br>It was always so much more fun when they were sweet. Darling little things with expressions of the purest of joys on their faces. The innocently sweet ones always seemed to take things so much more to heart. When they broke, they did it in a way that was beautiful. Flawless hearts that are betrayed or tainted turned dark quickly. It was in that betrayal they would bloomed as another sort of beauty. A person who went around with patience, and kindness in their hearts were the sorts who when broken… shattered. It was messy, and it was breathless. Not to say he enjoyed all pain, no what he enjoyed was that defining moment when that sweeties eyes turned to him in confusing and filled with the dawning light… of betrayal. Ah, yes. How wonderful it appeared, how perfectly hopeless. Two things would usually happen, rage, or tears. He could never really figure out what ones he loved more. <br><br>This was one of those moments. The weeks he had spent with this young woman, gaining her trust, her love even. This was that moment. Her eyes turning to him to question what was going on. Why was he doing this to her!? She trusted him, she loved him! She gave him everything. Perhaps, I should start from the beginning. The place that brought about this entire subject. <br><br>Mr. Swan was as lovely as his name. Dark hair, golden wolf like eyes. A rather slender but well build body. He appeared to be in his youth. Perhaps early 20s, but his voice was so much deeper when he spoke. Nearly unfitting. In a lot of ways he looked a lot like a black alley cat. Lean, thin, and wispy. Something that could vanish into the darkness in only moments, while reappearing someplace else. The movement undetected and yet, somehow strangely elegant? Perhaps that is not the right word, but he dripped with finesse. It would be easy to imagine that this person was the main villain of sorts. Not entirely however. Being the big boss tended to have its headaches and he enjoyed being the henchmen. A sort of collector or rare items so to speak. Those items could range to many different things. From art, rare stones, to people. All stretches of time and space in ones hands it was easy to do what was needed to gain what was wanted. <br><br>He was paid to collect, and as long as he did not harm the item he was requested retrieve he was paid very well. However given his nature he was not the sort to just, get and return. He was not a dog. At least not the sort who brought the bone back to the owner right away. He liked to play with them, in this case he took some serious advantage of her. No longer a sweet little pure untouched thing, he had to find it funny how hurt she was when she learned the truth. He watched her, smiled darkly as his boss stepped closer. The wizard who he worked for as also a good looking man. Red hair, and medium length beard, his own eyes bright and expression rather kind. Yet under that expression he showed no true emotions to this object before him. A person who clearly would be very hurt being seen as nothing more… but a trinket. “pretty.” He said simply, his tone soft as he spoke. Reaching out he lightly touched her hair before looking up at swan. “You did well, here is your next job, and I will take this lovely from here.” He waved his hand before her face, and her expression fell vacant. What had once been filled with confusion and pain faded into nothing. <br><br>That part of course he hated. Watching that expression fade. Ah well. He would have another to play with and figure out. “Enjoy.” He purred as he turned and left. Moving back into the darkness once more and opening up his scroll holding his next mission. The next treasure to bring in. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trinkets (Sephora &amp; Tiginny</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 06:35:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Geraint_Tumblerized_Redhead.jpg)</div>Her name was Petal.&nbsp; <br><br>Petal was special.&nbsp; <br><br>Not in the world altering-fate changing way.&nbsp; She wasn't destined for greatness, or 'the chosen one', but she did have a talent.&nbsp; A talent that no one else in the world had.&nbsp; <br><br>When Petal painted something, and signed her name to it, whatever she painted became real.&nbsp; Petal knew that she must be the only person in the world who could do this, because she lived in a world where magic <em>wasn't real</em>.&nbsp; At least as far as she could tell.&nbsp; She'd searched for years for someone, <em>anyone</em>&nbsp; who could do what she could.&nbsp; To no avail.&nbsp; She was alone in the world...but that was alright.<br><br>So long as she kept her head low, no one would ever know.&nbsp; She had no interest in making a name for herself.&nbsp; No interest in using her abilities for...for anything, really.&nbsp; <br><br>She was happy to live her life in Paradise.&nbsp; Which was where she lived.&nbsp; Living on Carraroe Island in Ireland, Petal made her living making decorative art pieces with sea shells (no painting required).&nbsp; While some of her artwork was purchased by tourists near the beach, the majority of her customers came from online: people who lived in Switzerland or in the middle of Russia.&nbsp; People who would never see an Ocean, but wanted a piece of it to decorate their homes.&nbsp; <br><br>The work she did would never make her rich, but it allowed her to live in peace.&nbsp; She was satisfied with life.<br><br>Although, there were some days-days like today-when she couldn't help but feel lonely.&nbsp; Could she really be the only one?&nbsp; Where did her magic come from?&nbsp; Why did she have it?&nbsp; Why didn't anyone else?&nbsp; Or were there others, could it be possible that the world was full of people like her...but they were all just hiding?&nbsp; That thought saddened her more than any other.&nbsp; The idea that there might be a lot of them, all so alone, but too afraid to come forward and admit it.<br><br>Her thoughts made her sigh as her bare feet freeze in the frigid ocean water.&nbsp; It was barely five am, and she was combing the shore for new shells.&nbsp; The sun was hardly out yet, but this was the best time of the day for finding sea shells.&nbsp; There were some days when the beach was almost crowded; days when other artists like herself would scavenge the shore for the best possible piece.&nbsp; Today however, she was alone.&nbsp; Nothing but the sea breeze and the icy waves to keep her lonely thoughts company.<br><br>Running a hand through her wild red tresses, Petal stares out into the distance.&nbsp; Was this really all there was?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trinkets (Sephora &amp; Tiginny</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>26-07-2014, 23:51:24</strong>
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				<br>Just like he always did, the young looking man observed. It was apart of his tactic when it boiled down to it. true well cared for and loved trinkets had to be observed, studied, passion placed inside of them. It was just a part of the art of the job. When it came to art he was a master in his own twisted world. What he liked even more about this subject? This one really did do art. She was in a sense formidable. Or so he read. He had yet to even see her use this skill. In some time he figured he would, but he had no patience to wait and watch from the shadows and on the outside. He had a plan in place. <br><br>The beach with its gray skies and crashing waves still held a beauty to it. Even if others could not be out to appreciate it, he could. The strange drift of gray in this world. The choppy water with its blue, white, and gray hues as it crashed and shuddered. Walking to the water he wondered out, dressed in his full suite. Black silken shirt with a silver necklace. His pants a form fitting pair and dress shoes. He did not care if the water was icy, or warm. What he felt was sensations of energy and life. In the ocean held some of the darkest place this planet even held. The ocean gave him strength. It held its own deep secrets in its deapths just as he did. Slowly thick tendril like things rose out of the water and crawled up his legs. Looking like octopus tentacles really. However they were thicker, tar like in appearance. Water dripping off of them as they swallowed and pulled him down. He tipped his head back as they crawled up his chest and neck, wrapping around his features and sucking him down suddenly into the depths of the ocean. <br><br>Not to far from the woman who wondered its shores something black washed up. It was medium size, like a dog. It washed up onto the beach and struggled its way up the sand before completely falling over. No longer able to move. Long thick wisps spreading in the sand. If anyone dared to move closer they would see fur, and also a feline. A large thick haired ally cat. Its skinny body drown and its eyes fading from the harsh trip in the water. How did it get there? What was a cat doing washing up on the beach? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trinkets (Sephora &amp; Tiginny</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 07:06:26</strong>
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				Petal didn't see the man in the suit wander abut into the waves.&nbsp; She didn't see the dark tentacles wrap around him, changing him and drowning him in the dark unknowable waters.&nbsp; Who knows what might have turned out different if she had seen it.&nbsp; Likely a great deal of what was to come would change.&nbsp; But it is fruitless to concern oneself with what if's.&nbsp; Petal did not see the man change, did not see him apparently drown.&nbsp; <br><br>What she saw came later. <br><br>Lifting up a curled shell in her palm, Petal goes about her business with a lackadaisical manner.&nbsp; There was something about the sound of the ocean that coerced even the most focused person into relaxing and lazing about.&nbsp; Petal couldn't be called driven on her best day.&nbsp; It was a fortunate thing that she was moving about so slowly, she might not have seen it if she'd been rushing.&nbsp; <br><br>When she saw the dark mass on the shore, she at first thought it was trash, or perhaps a rather large clump of seaweed.&nbsp; At worst, it would be a dead fish of some sort.&nbsp; But as she continued to stride closer towards it, she saw it's form move up and down.&nbsp; Breathing.&nbsp; Whatever it was, it was breathing.&nbsp; She quickened her pace until she fell to her knees before the near drowned animal.&nbsp; What was a cat doing out at the ocean?&nbsp; And what could she do to save it?&nbsp; She hesitates for a moment, but a second later she was taking the poor thing into her arms.&nbsp; The icey water had done horrible things to the cat, it's entire body cold as she held it in her arms.&nbsp; Pressing it close to her chest, she tries to heat it up however she could as she begins to stumble her way away from the ocean.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"Come on Cat, don't die on me yet." She murmurs encouragingly at the animal as she leans forward, trying to keep the early morning wind from biting at her newfound responsibility.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trinkets (Sephora &amp; Tiginny</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 07:34:54</strong>
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				<br>Those eyes remained closed. Hidden behind the two sets of lids cats usually had covering their colored eyes. He didn’t move or put up a fight when she lifted him. Feeling the weight of something warm was comforting. Ah, a lovely sweet smell too at that. Of course he was fine, but how would she know? How could she know? There was no way she could sense the magic around him. Hers was not the same sort as his own. His darker shadow. <br><br>Murring softly as she continued carefully he simply held on and let him take her to the place she pleased. When they made it inside all he felt was warmth and the thick scent in the air that was completely hers. As well as hints of something else. Magic perhaps? Likely so. <br>
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