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Post by Asphyxia on Oct 31, 2012 1:48:16 GMT -7
[so, after some scouting - I had to refresh my mind of bird and charming Darien :] - I thought it would be appropriate that Darien had a reaction before Trent stumbles in recklessly]
It was the time of the year again where everything turned foreboding and the safe felt unsafe and unreliable - pre Hallow's Eve's thick, clotting air of concentrated brands of evil and formidable darkness chilling the evening. It swathed the already questionable house with an eerie aura that immediately set the hairs on the back of his neck to stand and the rest of his nerves to prickle with the latent cold that chills brought. The immediate thought that the daunting house gave was - what predominant presence could be attacking his favorite girl? That was the mentality that preoccupied him the most - after all, it was the angel's sole job to live and die protecting the radiant beauty concealed within these walls. Little did he know what the house and his friend, above all things, were covering from his knowledge.
Apparating within the house had become something ordinary, like traffic within a train station. So it wasn't a surprise when the blonde-braided guardian disappeared from the proximity of the cold outside into the slight comfort of the inside walls, some light mauve vans feeling the hardwood floor before crossing that threshold that would flip his world on its head. The first thing the blue eyes stumbled upon was the source of all his troubles melting away and all his concerns magically poofing into thin air - Evita. The girl, standing their in all her glory, donning his favorite colour for her that appealed her silky skintone and brought out the earthy tone of her hair and matched the startling of her greens. His attention span zigzagged off of whatever worry was pounding in his mind and finally somersaulted off a cliff and crashed into the pit of his stomach. The immediate smile blossomed over his chiseled features obstructed the air he was trying to pace himself to breath and it made him feel a little foolish, standing there gawking. The white, downy wings immediately wavered a little in their stiffness, those bright blues drew across the walls in order to regain composure but they fell stiff on the toddler. It wasn't the inflamed book that caused his gaze to glaze over or widen with sudden horror and realization that dawned on him when they focused more on those violet eyes, flickered toward the chocolate locks and finally stopped squirreling onto one thing that gave it all away - the wings. Immediately, the cool composure lost all its gracefulness and Darien slowly crossed through to get a more thorough look at the little tot. He was already placing a name with a face, buut just comparing similarities weren't enough and he needed confirmation because he had been clearly out of the loop.
"Evita..." he slowly tested his voice - gulped - and let the soft, low sound match the concern defining his handsome features. What would he proceed with, though? Unlike Trent, he wasn't stupid or obnoxious; he could make connections and deduct what had happened here, but his confidence was faltering a little bit and he wasn't sure if he should point out that the tot's book was on fire or who exactly was she?
"Who is she?"
[I've never put Darien through an ungraceful situation. I thought it would be fun xD I also thought you wouldn't mind that I just kind of decided Belle's eyes would reflect Trent's >__>]
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Post by Little Lion on Jan 6, 2013 1:04:22 GMT -7
"No, no… no." Evita snatched the coloring book from the pint sized menace just as her guardian stepped in the room. She could feel his presence, warm and bright, across the room and longed to meet his gaze but the burning book was rapidly dropping charred pages until she wasn't sure which would burn first, the floor or her hands. "Oh" A quiet, bewildered sigh as she swatted ash away from her sweater. "No, oh, just…" She reached for the bundle of feathers but the girl was already wiggling away and the flicker of flames in her other hand brought her attention back. The situation was entirely too embarrassing for Evita, her cheeks were reddening and her lip sliding into a quivering pout. All she could think of was the crushing opinion of her guardian angel walking in to find her babysitting skills in a questionable position. She closed her eyes tight and a tiny shake went through her body. Slowly, the burning coloring book crumpled into a ball so tight the flames extinguished themselves and the smokey ball of ash drifted to the floor.
Her half sister was across the room, little feet purposefully perched on the side of Darien's right foot. She rocked from heel to toe, delighting in the moments where her weight was fully on her toes so that she squished the side of Dariens' foot under two white socked feet. She tilted her head straight back, all of her tasseled brown hair tumbling away until big violet eyes were latched on Darien's, waiting and studying his reaction with a knowingly delighted smile.
Evita stared helplessly at Darien and slowly brought one hand to her face as though answering his question would drain her of any remaining will. "She's my sister, Darien." Her whispered voice came out in quiet whines. "A little devil."
[it's kind of short and rough, I just want to get it rolling and then be beautiful if i remember how to be literate haha]
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Post by Asphyxia on Jan 6, 2013 8:25:27 GMT -7
[ohman. for some reason, I read it wrong thinking her name was really Belle. I was hoping not, but I go with whatever anyway xD]
Darien's blues locked on Evita when she spoke, momentarily forgetting there was a flammable winged child standing adjacent to him. The moment his eyes fell on her countenance, the way blood pooled around her cheeks and her lip protruded into an attractive pout, the angel's heart immediately sunk into the pit of his stomach. How could anyone possibly cause any heartache to his girl? Sometimes the blonde saint couldn't wrap his brain around Evita's embarrassments. He lived and breathed for her and to be around her; everything she did was simply a treasured moment for his continuation. Seeing her even remotely unhappy broke his spirit and made him question if he was even a good enough guardian for her well-being. His frame dipped forward until he suddenly realized there was a feathery pressure over his shoe, his eyes drawing toward the little intruder and her bright, violet eyes. His own eyebrows scrunched in a furrow; the golden boy who was usually smiles and sunshine felt a little bit angered with a mixture of disappointment. How could Trent, his partner guardian, hide such information from him? Above all, how could he just leave what he presumed was his child alone in the care of her sister?! It seemed so horribly irresponsible... however, he couldn't center his pent up, lost-long anger on this angelic child. She was clearly Trent's, but she was also half Rio and Darien's sudden realization filled his eyes with both fear and chagrin. Trent and Rio had procreated... Trent... and Rio...
Blue eyes drew back the distance they dropped from, staring in somewhat of a horror in his favorite girl's direction when she said the little winged baby was her sister. His lips collected into a small 'o' shape, his head dropped to the expectant tot trampling his foot and his muscly arms cradled the girl to pick her up, mirroring the same curiously delighted look, studying away from her eyes to her tumbling brown tresses and her delicate skin. The angel also had taken note how Evita had enunciated "little devil" with a particular sound of chagrin -- it meant what the little cute menace he was carrying in his arms on his way to her sister was probably every little bit like Rio herself and Trent, more a bundle of trouble than both adults already were.
"Oh... Well..." He couldn't help but crumble in Evita's helpless stare, immediately coming to her aid, stroking one cheek very gently before placing mini-sized RioTrent in his lap. "It's okay, I can take care of her but where are..." Darien proceeded carefully, his fingers absentmindedly stroking through the girls downy wings, afraid that asking would unleash some sort of horror. "Where are her parents?"
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