Dec 24, 2015
You’d never know every smile is a lie.
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You’d never know every smile is a lie.
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proteus-tow replied to your post:That is Proteus’ haughty cat face. That is the...
omg anna i died
/puts a lily on you
amen
proteus-tow replied to your post:proteus-tow replied to your post:it’s so quietwhat...
/wraps around. It’s been a long, hard two weeks, but the stormy is on the mend she thinks. how are you? I’ve missed you
=A= ummmhhhhhhmmhh. rlly tired and sore. been working a whole lot and sorta falling behind at school uh /sinks into the ground. i am happy to see u tho and to be here
proteus-tow replied to your post:it’s so quiet
what is sleep i do not understand
/crawls onto. who even knows
Conceding for now, (he would find a way to make it up) Proteus followed that copper gaze. “That? It's a Ferris Wheel. You sit in a little... pod,” was the word his brain supplied, but he had a feeling it was wrong. “And it spins around. I can show you, if you want?” He pushed himself off the railing. “I'm Proteus, by the way.” For someone else he would have extended a hand, but he had a feeling this stranger would just study it as if he could find deposits of stupid contained in it.
Malek squinted at the words. A spinning...pod? This was unacceptable strange and it all brought another frown to his lips. Without commenting, despite the many things he had to say, the d’jinn leapt from his spot. A surge of red magic spun under him to catch slow down his descent. “Show me the spinny pod then, Proteus by the way.” His bare feet just above the ground, but Mal still stood much shorter than the vampire. Craning his neck with a bit of frustration mounting, he pursed his lips and blinked up at the man.
“...I am Malek.”
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Crowds and lights forgotten, and heaving in a fortifying breath, Proteus focused all his abashed attention on him. “I'm sorry about that.” He chose his words with care, unsure of how they would be twisted around in that strange mind, what new meaning would blossom from the wrong word. “I wasn't exactly...” His gaze broke, flickered away; the fear of what his eyes might reveal. “Well... at the time.” It was easier to look now and he did, hazel eyes serious. “Can I make it up to you?"
Despite the nervous vampire’s concerns, Malek had long lost interest and quite a bit of his patience with the whole confusing ordeal. “I already fixed the window. You do not have to make it.” Even he could accomplish that with his waning power and an extra window just seemed terribly excessive.
His gaze turned back to the flashing lights of the Ferris wheel above them. “What is it?”
Proteus suddenly found himself looking into copper eyes, the lights of the festival dim reflections in the luminescence he found there. “Never mind.” His gaze moved back to the crowds before them, thankful that vampires couldn't blush at their own half-witted actions. “Ah no. That would be something else entirely.” It had been so long since he had tried to smooth over one of his own fuck ups and not someone else's that he found himself stumbling. "Stupidity maybe."
Wrapping an arm around his knees, Malek settled his chin atop them and blinked in reply. That was not an explanation, though he should not have been surprised. Only his brother and Chel ever took the time to make them properly. Izzy often did try, but his frustration surged once more and left his cheeks puffing with disapproving air. “It is good there are no windows here at the shiny place. I would not trust your stupidity to be around them.” And the glass had made him bleed so much.
Strange probably wasn't the word that Proteus would have used to describe it. Magic, though, was agreeable. Proteus was nodding along, shifting to rest his back and elbows against the railing, looking up at what he thought was a stranger - until he was presented with the idea that he was strange. And.... oh. Gods above, that... that did seem familiar. Proteus scratched at his jawline. “I don't suppose that's a metaphor for something?” he asked weakly.
Brows knitting, the d’jinn crouched in nearer to the other’s face. His gaze intent and unwavering for the moment. “What is a meta fore?” Blinking slowly, Malek pursed his lips as he considered the implications accordingly. “Is that why you enter places by falling into them?” It still did not make any particular sense to him, but neither did the concept of iced coffee cookie crumblies or the strange mirror disks that contained stories Izzy liked to bring him. Many things did not make sense.