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Post by anthony on Jan 13, 2012 22:28:45 GMT -5
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out
Something very surreal about the falling glimpse of sunlight through the barren archways that formed the entangling canopies of the nearby trees. Although, basked in this delicate light; a glissading beckoning effect, which was caused seemed to be entrancing. This was merely only momentarily as the sunlight dissipated. Replaced with a lucid, warm rain. Even during this time of year when the days steadily grew longer; nights shorter, dispite it being one of the fewer, warmer winter days. On an ocassion the temperature did reach spring conditions.. It poured from the heavens, saturating each object it came into contact with. How this very rain, how it eased the formidable wounds. Caressed the impurities that condemned the soul. Some of the clergy from the old Cathedral back in Rome had claimed it to be the mournful tears of angels. With each tear the dead could rest peacefully. Cherished tears of happiness-- of valuable love and to be loved. Silently reigning in testimony all around. Under the gloom, generated from the silvery clouds, Anthony sat. Merely in contemplation at the base of the Tree of Enlightenment. With a onyx colored thermal long sleeved shirt, leather jacketed enshrouding his arms, and a pair of navy encompassing rangler jeans. He hardly differed from the common hiker in the park, but there where definitely a fair amount of traits that distinguished him from a crowd. Ebony hair darkest as the longest month of winter, and sapphire hues that embraced emotions. Flowing into the depths of a thunderous river, lively. Well it least they had used to be in comparison to long ago, now they were merely laced with confusion, heartache, despair. Just to name a few qualities. Apparently, Anthony was completely out of place. Uncharacteristic as he knelt after sitting. Blankly watching the clouds turn, roll, drift into the horizon. For a moment, his wings ached, itched to be replenished with the bountiful kiss of the wind, but that too was an impossibility. Though their weren’t many people hiking in the park today, he’d might as well make the assumption of being alone. Another twitch from the threshold between the leather strap binding his wings to his back. It’d been incredibly long since he’d spread those obsidian clad wings, how they ached to let the burden of thoughts fly unrestrained into the emptiness of wide skyways. Slightly, nearly an unaided sigh fled, departing his lips on the thoughts that waged with his mind. Practically targeting him in each malicious way that it might find to be applicable. …How could I?… Even within his head, it sounded depressed, devoid of any ounce of tranquility. Closing his eyes to raise them skywards, he stood. Replacing the stiffness that began to interject it’s existence into his right knee. At first wincing when the sensation of sharp, sprinting pain overtook him, but departed as quickly as it had arrived. It withdrew, and so too did his bothersome thoughts wane with the healing touches of the falling rain. It represented something greater, being able to feel a connection with the water coming down from the heavens. Soothing, numbing the anguish. Again, another twitch eluded him, his ebony enchanted wings bagging, bartering to cut the restraints holding them in captivity. No member of the Avisaille raced was deserving of being bound or grounded to the earth. They, after all had the closet relations to birds. Yearning to for the freedoms granted by flight was as natural as taking a breath of fresh air. With another breathtaking, placid breath, his hues opened. Staring off into the grayness that resembled a gravestone. The rain had cleared out the locals, truly, which he’d been extremely thankful for. Neither did any of the other guardians seem to be lingering around the Tree of Enlightenment at this hour of twilight. Which was without much equal, he never journeyed into the park before to visit. Apart of himself felt right at home, and deciding that their weren’t any wondering eyes, either caused by passerby’s or strangers involved. He lowered the jacket, allowing it to slide down his shoulders. Followed by stretching the thermal onyx shirt off. Neatly folding both items. Placing them safely at the frontal base of the tree’s roots. Only the leather contraption stood in the way now. Quickly, he unbuckled each part that ensnared each wing. With a click the strap had come undone. Tiredly the strap too was also placed in the clothing pile, joining its conspirators. Carefully, he outstretched both wings, allowing them to soak up the cool breeze that wound around from the east. Wincing as a boisterous crackling noise exploded from the tendons connecting the wings. Sharp, piercing feathers of an equinox reached as far as they could. Taking in the droplets of water that pelted them. Before long, his hues vigilantly returned to the skyways above. Staring off into the pewter skyways of heaven. Deep within a heavy heart, he felt unworthy to be here. An insignificant pestilence, for these ominous wings of shadow brought damnation where they tread. Only a whisper called out to some ethereally paradise. “…Forgive me…” |
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 15, 2012 5:29:20 GMT -5
   When she was just a girlSHE EXPECTED THE WORLD• • • • • • • • • • • •Claire had plans. She was suppose to meet her sister for a quick bite to eat and maybe even a cup of coffee before heading home and calling it a day. A part of her had known she should have just called her sister up and cancelled. But she didn't. She decided to give her flakey sibling the benefit of the doubt, but she hadn't shown! She'd flaked on Claire and left her to sit there in the little cafe for close to an hour before calling to let her know that she wouldn't be able to make it. Who did that sort of thing?! Cheyenne did, that's who! There wasn't anyone like her sister, that was for sure.
So Claire had decided to pay for the several coffees she'd managed to pour down her throat while waiting and left a decent tip before she got up and headed out of the cafe. Unless she was heading out of the city she didn't like to drive her car. The roads were sometimes congested with traffic and there was always a chance of an accident. She didn't mind. She was a runner and she usually brought a gym bag with her expensive heels and she'd put on a pair of sneakers and she'd run to work. Except this day Cheyenne had taken her to work and dropped her off. So Claire hadn't taken her gym bag with the extra pair of shoes because Cheyenne was also suppose to have a quick meal and take her home. But no. She didn't show.
She could have hailed a cab and it probably would have been much easier but she knew she had to blow off the steam of being stood up by her sister somehow. And sitting in the back of a taxi wasn't going to be her remedy of choice. She'd walk home and it wasn't as if her apartment was TOO far away. Just a mile and a half give or take from where she was. It would take her fifteen, twenty minutes to walk it in her heels. And that would have been just fine with her.
Except that it started to rain. Pour, actually.
"What?! Is this punishment?!" Claire looked up towards the sky and had to squint her eyes to try and block out the drops that fell from the sky, trying to find their way into her eyes which they did successfully. "Did I make someone angry?!" She called out into the sky as she watched the few people who were still out on the sidewalk scurrying away like rodents trying to find shelter. She began to think of how she could shift right there, but then how would she manage to get all her belongings home? She had her purse with her wallet inside and of course her shoes. Her shoes were the most important of all!
She knew she couldn't just change her form right there and so she glanced up and down the street and waited until she had a clear shot and rushed her way across the street. She could cut through the park and possibly get home in half the time. It wasn't until she was already on the pathway moving through the entrance to the park that she remembered she had a newspaper in her purse. She'd been doing the crossword puzzle on it so she'd carried it with her in case she had a spare moment. Not that she got a lot of those. She reached into her purse and pulled out the rolled up paper and quickly opened it up and with one hand hovered it over her head. It began to absorb the water and grow limp over her head. Not that it would've been much help at all anyway. She was already drenched.
"Dangit! Glad I didn't go with suede toda--" Claire was in the middle of talking to herself and hurrying as fast as she could in those high heels when she caught a glimpse of an unbelievable sight right before her eyes. Was this truly happening?! Right before her eyes, near the Tree was a man standing there naked from the waist up. That in itself would be weird enough. But this guy had wings! Suddenly her instincts were taking over and she felt herself growing wary. Was something going on? The winged species knew better than to do this in the middle of the park! Sure, it was different for the Therians. They shifted into strange animals but they were a little easier to conceal.
"...Hey!" Claire called out and started to walk towards him but then picked up the pace and jogged as well as she could in her heels. "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?!"
But it flew away from her reachSO SHE RAN AWAY IN HER SLEEP• • • • • • • • • • • • |
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Post by anthony on Jan 16, 2012 11:39:16 GMT -5
I'm over this
I'm tired of living in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feeling's gone
There's nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world I know
From each aching portion from the tendons connecting the wings altogether; this rain erased the malady of depression. On the other hand, it seemed the longer he dallied near the Tree of Enlightenment. The more seemed to be absorbed into the atmosphere. Fading, diminishing the longer he merely watched the rolling, spiraling weather. Perplexed at how the changes underwent themselves. Amorphously adapting, reconstructing, altering -- how the world was filled with mysterious designs. Whether you call it the work of them divine or nature. Most where completely aligned in their sensitivity too it. Anthony might have felt slightly indifferent to that idea. That stronger interlocking bond that he shared to his avian relation. Ravens, after all are notorious for having a pull towards the supernatural realm. Spirituality, essentially was apart of their symbolism. It least the natives knew this better then anyone else. Even the settlers who had built their rich cities historical legend upon. Because of this seemingly lengthy pull into the spiritual aspect. A natural, perplexed curiousness into another world was what held it’s self in the highest regards to him. Why ignore a calling? It was a birthright, but he felt no earthly bounds the way the majority of his kin did. Or even the same way that a human or members of the other guardians felt. If only those black wings upon his back weren’t a hindrance of misfortune. Maybe if his willpower wasn’t weighted down with regrets, and that sorrowful, almost detached emotion that had gotten worse and worse lately. Then what? The future wasn’t all that bleak, he wanted to be living for something more, greater even. With the water pelting his features, darkened strands of curvy, loosened onyx hair collided with his sculpted features. Well defined, strong, sturdy, handsome some would conclude upon. As the falling rain overtook him; his hear directly within the way of his wayward eyes. He consciously thought, not aloud, but to himself. How could he merely not of stopped it? Was it a moment of hesitation or weakness? Yes, indeed he fathomed over the lingering regrets of not protecting a precious life. Why didn’t he prevent that child from being shot? Was it bad luck? Or just a terrible accident that occurred by faith in order to test him as a true believer in the spiritual? All the answers remained in a thick fog. It was beginning to torment him, and he needed to let it go. How? It wasn’t as though those memories would cooperate, and gradually the lack of sleep too was catching up. To many sleepless nights. Although, work at the hospital provided an opportunity to escape from these problems, they eventually returned when his mind wasn’t diverted. Leaving the clergy, in fact leaving behind the city of Rome was a challenge. Coming back to fulfill the duties of guardianship. Though that day when he wasn’t able to save the life of a child. It haunted him and caused such severe heartache. He gone through far to much. Even though he might seek forgiveness, their was a sense of being unworthy, which arose from it all. Through soaring thoughts the rain grew steadily heavier. Thumping everything, street signs nearby echoing with metallic pings. Scurrying passersby making their way home in the approaching nightfall also had to contend with the rain. All around it fell, even the fragrance which lingered on the air. Currently brought a cleanliness to the atmosphere of the park. Then, something else derailed him from thoughts. Someone was calling out, frantically. Who? It wasn’t all that much apparent until he removed the locks of wayward hair that he became more aware. With that somber acknowledgement, both wings reacted drastically. Folding in perfect alignment at the centerfold of his spine. He’d expected that not a single soul would be out. Truthfully, that might have been misguided. Still, both wings ached, painfully from being within confinement. Next time, he would have just had to gone to Megsy Isle instead. There would be no turning back now. Being confronted was something he’d never taken well too. Most of his life, he’d spent it alone or with maybe a few acquaintances. His unquenchable thirst for a spirituality, theology, and knowledge had sort of wedge a gap between him and regular society. Even amongst his own kin. "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?!" Still this young women grew closer and closer. The restriction of thought diminished, leaving him on uneven terrain. Uncertain of how to give an explanation or even what would be productive for a response. Sapphire hues finally turned at a complete angle, making eye contact. At this an almost non-audio sigh, weightlessly contorted from beneath both lips. In many ways if heard, practically by good ears. It was rather devoid of any real emotional quality, just --extremely discouraging. With an almost, completely nonchalant, smoothed, voice he replied. “Honestly, sanities a bit overrated don’t you think?” His dialect was enriched, extremely cultured, but very light. Almost a periodical whisper in a nearly elusive if someone wasn’t listening carefully. Finally without provocation, he stepped away a few inches. Fetching his clothing, which had neatly been folded under the shelter of the tree. Thankfully, everything stilled remained dry. Away from the complicating rain. Underneath the protection of the tree, he sat down upon the base. Waywardly, his hues watched the nearby stranger. This time, speaking a bit louder to identify the stranger. “Where you heading someplace?” Under the bleakness of the light, each feather upon his avian plumage resembled a metallic, reflective blue. Honestly, he’d expected some reaction of panic. Perhaps, someone was merely open-minded. Or the results would be in the introduction of another guardian. Either way, it definitely was too late for turning back. Whatever remained now, would have been due to his own faults. Plus in addition, it wasn’t as though he’d stripped off every article of clothing. Though, his pale complexion in the melodically, pewter light was extremely pale. Sickly even, but after all to many members of his kinsmen shared that unique trait. To bad, right? |
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 16, 2012 21:20:24 GMT -5
When she was just a girlSHE EXPECTED THE WORLD• • • • • • • • • • • •
Claire wasn't the type to just run through the park waving her arms around and shouting at random strangers. But when it came to someone doing something as reckless as this stranger happened to be doing she just couldn't help herself. She knew her heels were getting all muddied up, but she was already drenched from head to toe so it didn't make much of a difference at this point.
When she reached the stranger who appeared to be putting his clothes back on she stopped suddenly and stared at him in disbelief before wiping her rain soaked bangs out of her eyes so she could get a better look at him. When he made the remark about sanity being overrated her jaw dropped and she continued to watch him in silence for a moment longer. Who in their right mind would undress in the rain in the middle of a public park? This guy, apparently. "Maybe it's overrated to you, but to most people if you're off your rocker you'll be locked up." She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that this guy was acting so nonchalant about what had just occurred.
Claire's eyes never left the stranger and listened to what he had to say before she decided to let him in on a little something in her own nervous sort of way. "Okay, Joe." She didn't know his name, but Joe worked well enough. "I don't know if you're new around these parts, but from the looks of it I don't really think you are because if you were you wouldn't have giant feathery flying things sticking out of your back. And if you were new then that still wouldn't be an excuse because let's face it, Joe, not everyone has wings am I right?" She started ranting and at the mention of wings she tucked her hands under her arms and extended her elbows and moved them up and down as if she were mimicking a set of wings. That, or she was doing the chicken dance. It was hard to tell with Claire sometimes.
"I know I don't have wings. And they'd probably look pretty ridiculous on me to tell you the truth." She continued to ramble on, starting to go off topic. She had realized what she was doing, however, and shook her head as if to prioritize her thoughts. "My point is you can't do that around here! Anybody could see you. Don't you guys have special.. I don't know, zones to do this?" She had to take a second to inhale deeply. She often times spoke without stopping in between for a breather.
Once more she had to wipe her bangs out of her eyes as water began to cling to her eyelashes and roll into her eyes, causing her to blink several times. She'd never seen this person around before. Not that she knew any Avisailles to begin with, but for someone who appeared to be so oblivious to the laws of the Guardians she figured she would have seen him before today. Who was this mystery man?
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Post by anthony on Jan 17, 2012 1:59:52 GMT -5
Take a photograph,
It'll be the last,
Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here,
I don't have a past
I just have a chance,
Not a family or honest plea remains to say,
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun "Maybe it's overrated to you, but to most people if you're off your rocker you'll be locked up." Between the falling rain, his derailment, mentally, and the comment just stated. He’d drifted way to far. Perhaps, he really was completely “off the rocker.” Had he really hit rock bottom, and to do such an incredibly reckless thing as this. He was suppose to be acting in the stead of his guardianship, instead of being as headstrong as he officially was this very moment. Nor did the cynical, nonchalant remark on sanity apply it’s self well. For a first impression, this really was much more awkward then it needed to be. All because of a misguided choice of acting on a need to spread both wings. She wasn’t turning away, just staring at him. He’d expected that much. After all it wasn’t a very common sight to see a member of his kin doing something completely deranged. As he readjusted, merely after a few minutes of getting his clothing back on. She’d ranted, something that didn’t occur all that often. Sure, he’d been shouted at before. That aspect caught him completely off guard. Even more so then prior when she charged through the mud, and rain ; wearing high-heels no less. Well, he wasn’t a newcomer in the city Scriptor Bay Oregon. Although, he’d spent far to much time traveling. That the city it’s self had become foreign, and his own detachment from society certainly didn’t help either. After she had finished her rant, he continued to remain seated on ground around the base of the tree’s roots, which remained mere soil. Luckily enough the area surrounding them was dry. For a moment, he analyzed the situation. Her words ringing in his head-- echoing even. Then, softly he replied. Arms resting passively on his crossed legs. “ Sometimes, even despite the laws of our ancestors, and being guardians. We all do things that are rather unorthodox. Your right, though… that was a bit reckless on my part.” He paused, glancing at the women, knowingly that she held a bit of nervous reaction on her features. When she started mimicking his wings by curving the length of her arms. That’s when he merely blinked a few times. Completely lost, and with another wayward sigh, shook his head back and forth. Yes, it was disagreement. He recognized, however, that she was attempting to help him. “Its, Anthony.. not, Joe..” Another second passed, and she continued talking, locking eyes with the women. Both of them apparently staring at the other. “We often head out to Megsy Isle. In order to spread our wings..” His thoughts, they stilled weighed quite heavily upon him. Still caught on reflecting about past issues. That wasn’t leaving to much room to consider much of anything else. The longer the awkward silence lingered. He seemed more and more withdrawn. Despite everything else, she’d gone through the process of an entire topic within the last five minutes. Fully clothed once more. He merely stood, got back upon both feet, and walked over to the edge where a long branch from the tree’s canopy stretched. Casting a shadow upon the terrain. His head turned, looking at her for a forth time. Still contemplating on everything that had just occurred. She was drenched, soaked, and the rain was letting up anytime soon. She too was also a guardian, but her face was probably as new as the home he’d recently returned back too. "Your right though, I’ve only recently returned back here.” His vocals softened some, still focused on the past. “..All the way from Rome..” With nothing much else, his eyes looked skywards again. Was he suppose to do something else? Perhaps start singing and dancing in merriment out in the rain? That would’ve been an even more unusual case. Spinning around, dancing in the rain. He’d forgotten about everything else that bound him to the regular world. Folding both arms against his chest, his voice apparently changed, becoming smooth, and hearable again. |
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 20, 2012 20:47:13 GMT -5
When she was just a girlSHE EXPECTED THE WORLD• • • • • • • • • • • •
So his name was Anthony, and he obviously hadn't been there too long. Not if he was running around spreading his wings in the open. Of course, Claire knew all about Megsy Isle and had even gone out there to watch some of the other Guardian's soar through the air. It was amazing how they did it! Sometimes she wished she had wings so she could fly away, but knowing her luck she'd probably just fly straight into a tree and get tangled in a web of branches.
"Rome? I've always wanted to go to Europe." Claire commented when he said where he'd just come back from. If she had the funds to get herself there she'd go in a heartbeat. But she was up to her eyeballs in credit card debt as it was and it just so happened that she had work tomorrow, so she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Well as far as I know it's still the Isle that you guys do your wing flapping thing. What if someone caught you? Well, you kind of weren't caught, weren't you? I caught you! Guess it's a good thing I'm not much different, huh? Well, sort of. What I mean is I'm not really different because I am different, but then I'm still different than you, if that makes sense? Not.. really? No?" Claire squinted a bit, making a face to show she had confused herself a bit as well and watched him through the down pour.
The girl stood there, her heels sinking further into the mud until she lifted her feet one after the other trying to get them to be unstuck. It was gross and she'd probably have to throw them away. She let out a groan/sigh combo and rolled her eyes at herself. Her shoes weren't that important. At least not at the moment. "You said you just got back? You have someplace to stay? Someplace dry? Because I'm getting all pruny out here in this rain and I don't like it very much." Claire offered a smile, trying to be as polite as possible. But considering her animal type was down the feline line, rain wasn't something she liked to stand in.
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Post by anthony on Jan 22, 2012 13:05:04 GMT -5
There's another world inside of me
That you may never see
There're secrets in this life
That I can't hide
Somewhere in this darkness
There's a light that I can't find
Maybe it's too far away...
Or maybe I'm just blind. All roads eventually lead to somewhere. Even if it would first appear that unyielding pathway ahead took narrow turns through a burning forest. Anthony would certainly travel that distance. Because the reward at the end of that particular pathway lead to something that he’d never encountered before. Of anything that he’d never gained before. Friendship, due to past circumstances it never occurred. Spending much more of his time wrapped up in the grimiest ideals of the world. Never once had he sought the companionship or comparability with another individual. That relation had merely been only for his sibling. He’d gained mutable acquaintances, but furthermore lived a life of solitude . Fortifying his life in isolation, unable to often time bring those massive titanium walls down. If learning to trust again meant making that sacrifice. Perhaps, now would be a better time to take and accept the offer. When she had commented about having a home or shelter. That brought a gentle smile to his drenched features. Long, curvy obsidian bangs obscuring his facial features. As what had begun as a lightweight sprinkle of rain had morphed into a downpour. “Well.. I’ve actually been living in a sort of difficult situation.”At the thought another inaudible sigh parted evened lips. “Since returning back from Rome. I’ve spent time searching for suitable apartments, but haven’t had much luck.” That was definitely the honesty pouring out of him-- word by word. “Currently, however, my apartment lease is about too expire.” Loosing a potential housing would make it even more of an adversity for living. The wages being paid through his internship the cities only hospital kept the basic substantially of need met. Clothing, food, bills, and finally rent. Although, now he was really knee depth in water. It was rising steadily to his throat, plus throwing into consideration he’d had not another soul to ask for help. Claries offer was certainly a generous one. The thought of returning back to Europe was another wondrous idea. When she commented about visiting his sharpened sapphire hues softened a bit. ”Rome has an enriched historical backdrop. I’d think you’d like it.”When she mentioned the activity of Megsy Isle. That brought disappointment, his features turning expressionless. His head shook to denounce her comment on flying. “Megsy Isle houses a few painful memories..” He’d turned down the conversation, instead walking back over towards where he’d laid his jacket down beneath the truck of the tree. Loosing his sister was enough of a hardship, but the thought apparently made the pouring rain colder. To the point that a shiver arose up his spine as he knelt to obtain the jacket. Somehow it was haunting, scaring even. It was when she mentioned them both being different that another thought arose. For another long moment silence became the center of attention. Then his voice interrupted, whist breaking the quite. “Your right. We are indifferent, but… diversity can be an excellent thing.” That filled his vocals with a lightheartedness. He approached casually, slowly before he he’d handed the jacket out in an offered manner of kindness. “The rain’s not going to be letting up.” Briefly making eye contact, he’d heard her speak of having a dissatisfaction with the rain. That and the almost instinctual portion of him knew that the lengthy weather conditions were mostly persistent . An avian was still a member of the animal kingdom after all. That bond with the skies was something speical to these guardians.Ultimately, it was entirely up to her if she accepted the protective clothing. Both of them where soaked, and he’d dragged her into this mess. Much less inadvertently too. If he could find a simplistical way of apologizing. This method might just be the only way at the moment to show for it. “ That jacket’s insulated and in addition it will keep out the rain and cold.”The temperature had dropped a few degrees and darkness had descended over the skies. |
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jan 22, 2012 22:45:05 GMT -5
When she was just a girlSHE EXPECTED THE WORLD• • • • • • • • • • • •
At the mention of a difficult situation Claire felt sort of bad. It appeared he needed someplace to stay, and because she was a nice person she couldn't just let him stay on the streets. Okay, maybe not on the streets since he still had an apartment.. sort of? She didn't know whether or not to offer him assistance or not. She had enough going on with the museum at the moment, and wanting to talk to her sister. But she also felt it was her responsibility as a fellow Guardian to not just let him wander around flaunting his wings everywhere.
"I could think of a couple of other places that would be better suited for letting your feathers down though." Claire chuckled a little nervously and shifted her weight from one foot to the other once more and tilted her head to the side to try and get a better look at him, watching him and studying his every move and expression. She knew the Avi's were docile creatures. At least that was what she'd always heard. She'd never actually spoken to one until now and it was a little exciting and a whole lot nerve whacking.
When he offered her his jacket she didn't decline it. She took it and put it over her head and stuck her elbows out to make it tent over her shoulders and prevent the rain from hitting her head and shoulders. She felt the warmth of it almost immediately and it felt nice. It also felt dry on the inside which she liked. "Thanks." She said quietly and started to look around.
"I was on my way home and if you want to come over then that's fine. I mean, I have enough room and it's a dry roof over your head for a while. At least until the rain stops. Besides, I think all the ghouls come out to play at night." Claire could see that the sky was growing dark, the natural light fading as the street lights and park lamps all began to buzz and come to life. The city would light up and a whole new crowd would be coming out.
"I'm not one of you, by the way. I can shift." Claire had never actually said that out loud to anyone beside her sister and her mother who had long gone. Her mom couldn't be tied down the way that Claire was. Claire's own sister probably only stayed put because of Claire. "..oh, and I have a cat. So as long as you're not allergic then you can come over."
That was when the thought of her sister and the museum came back to her. There was a reason, much greater than just getting back a pair of pumps from her sister that she needed to have lunch with her. She needed to discuss what was going to happen at the museum! And now that she was talking to one of the Avi's maybe it would be a good idea to tell him about it! Sure, he had been in Rome for a while and just came back to Scriptor Bay, but he had every right to know. She knew the Avi's had their own leader, the way the Therians did. She just didn't know who it was. "I have something you should probably know anyway. And talking about it here is about as good an idea as you spreading your wings was."
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