Sephear
Believe in the you that believes in cheese
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Shear stopped running and took his steps slowly and carefully towards the little spot Kaya had wedged herself into. He had been going about this all wrong, whatever was going on in her head she was scared, now she had wedged herself into a corner, and you never get too close to a cornered animal.
Shear knelt down close enough for her to hear him but too far away to see him and spoke in the gentlest voice he could. "Hey, I'm sorry I scared you, I don't deal with girls very often other than stupid club-floosies, you seem shook up so here, I hope this helps." He took the cloth out of his pocket, took a few steps over to a pristine water fountain and ran the cloth under it's stream for a moment, rung it out from earlier then moistened it again. He didn't want her to freak out so he rolled up the cloth and handed it to Kerayle, still in his kitten form. Kerayle was still in his kitten form so he calmly bounded over to the scared girl's hiding spot and offered her the cloth.
He wasn't... coming closer.
Careful. Syr hissed, now gone from anger to protective rage. He's a man. He could just be faking it. He's a liar; a man.
Wyve whined once more and flapped his small wings to fly over to the tiny satchel on her back. Using his mouth, he dragged out her whiteboard and dropped the marker into her hand. Then he crooned at her, a long series of crooning chirps that caused Kaya to stare at him, wide-eyed.
Was the man okay? Was he going to stay away? Would he?
Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the wet cloth. She stared nervously at Kerayle, waiting for it to move.
Kerayle tilted his head, blinked his big green eyes and let out a little mewl, being an animal his empathy was much stronger than Shear's, he could see the pain of her past in her eyes and her movements. After she grabbed the cloth Kerayle did the closest thing a cat can to a bow, and backed away from her. Outside Shear sat indian-style and waited to see if diplomacy would work. "Listen...if you want me to leave I will...I just...I just never even considered the possibilities there were others like me...that I might not be alone."
"I'm no sap but a guy gets sick of being alone...I've had friends, but that's not the same thing, they were always different from me...on a fundamental level."
Kaya blinked, holding the cloth over her ruined hand. The painful stiffness it had been in moments earlier began to ease at the touch and she made a small noise of relief. Things were supposed to hurt. Hurt was good. It was not good if the hurt was a hindrance. Hindrances were bad.
The cogs slowly turned in her mind. This man had given her the cloth. He was over there. He wasn't looking to come any closer. Was he... not a bad man then? Was he a good man? Were there many of those?
She didn't- nor did Syr for that matter- understand his words about friendship.You didn't have friends in the business. You just stuck together. It was necessary. Also, she had never been alone. Always, even when she had not sensed him, Kaya had known of Wyve. And Wyve had known of her.
Loneliness was simply something she didn't know about.
So, she carefully worked the pen into her safe hand and scrawled a single question mark onto the board. Then Kaya pushed it out for Shear to see.
Shear looked down as the dainty little hand as it pushed the board towards him with nothing but a question mark on it and found himself smiling. He had always hated kids, yet here we was trying to reassure someone acting like a scared little girl, and he found it endearing. He wasn't very good at drawing, so he drew 3 stick figures huddled together on one side of the board, and a single stick figure on the other, looking at the others. "Haven't you ever felt...excluded? Have you ever looked at someone and felt like they had something you just couldn't? Or seen somebody acting a way you just didn't...understand? Have you ever felt excluded? Kerayle is the best friend and partner I could have...but he's always felt like he was still me, it's not the same as people." He slowly slid the board back towards her.
Kaya blinked. Oh.She kind of understood that one. Of course she did. The girls had whispered about it all the time. No one liked it when they weren't being... occupied. It meant they could be disposed of.
Wyve chirped and she nodded at him. She understood exclusion... but not loneliness. One was dangerous... the other one was... unknown, a mishap? she didn't know. However, she had never hungered for companionship. She hungered for pleasure, yes, just as Syr did. However, to want the companionship for the sake of it... was a very unusual thing.
To her, it seemed foreign.
However, she pulled at the white board and erased, replacing the pictures with a simple scythe and an arrow pointing at herself. Then she drew two stick figures, because that was easier. They were hand in hand. One had a simple frown. The other held an angry smile, a psychotic smile. She drew a line between their hands.
You're telling him about me?
Kaya nodded and shoved the board over. She would have to. It wouldn't make sense if she didn't.
Shear picked up the board and scrutinized it. Two people...is she missing a sister? Wait...that line between their hands...it's like they can't let go, and that one has the same demented look I saw earlier. She has split personalities! And she's definitely a reaper. Instead of erasing what was already on the board, he drew another arrow from the scythe pointing at him. Oh man, what a time for art class...how do I illustrate this? Shear drew a taller stick figure next to the two little ones, on the opposite side of the psychotic one, the stick figure he drew was big, but had a smile on it, not a demented one but a friendly one. He drew a hand extending from the big one near the smaller ones but didn't connect them, then he drew stick figures with horns and hostile smiles on the other side of the big one, and had the other hand pushing back the 'monsters' "I just want you to know...I won't hurt you, not just your body, but your heart and...by loneliness I mean...Imagine if your little friend, your familiar...imagine if you never met him, that's loneliness."
Kaya frowned. Never... met Wyve? How? The beginning was when she had met her dragon, before she could remember! If she had never met him... what would that be like?
Well. It'd be nothing. Nothing would be missing. Nothing would have changed. We just... wouldn't be a Reaper.
Syr... naive child, this was the truth. She would have never become a reaper... and that was probably good. She would not have to fight. She loved Wyve, but she hated to fight.
Wyve crooned. Then, a thought occurred to him. Because she had been born with him by her side and Syr had formed from her, his existence never having been was too foreign. But if she had never met one person, the one who had changed her life... then...
He wrapped around her neck and said, in his own language: What if you had never met James?
He watched the confusion on her face crumple. Ah, now she got it. That was a good girl. Tears rose up and fell from her eyes and Kaya hiccupped. She pulled at the board and drew the large stick figure now next to the smaller two.
This was... what he wanted, right?
Shear smiled at the board. Well that's one victory for today at least. He moved the board to the side and moved his hand, palm-up near Kaya. "What do ya say? You can come back into the light now, I don't know what you wanna do but I'm on my way to fix a hole in my favorite clothing, are you going to be OK?"
Kaya looked at the hand... then up at Shear. Then she shyly tapped his fingertips with her good hand and Wyve crooned. She nodded slowly, remembering that, yes, she still had to go to the store.
Shear knelt down close enough for her to hear him but too far away to see him and spoke in the gentlest voice he could. "Hey, I'm sorry I scared you, I don't deal with girls very often other than stupid club-floosies, you seem shook up so here, I hope this helps." He took the cloth out of his pocket, took a few steps over to a pristine water fountain and ran the cloth under it's stream for a moment, rung it out from earlier then moistened it again. He didn't want her to freak out so he rolled up the cloth and handed it to Kerayle, still in his kitten form. Kerayle was still in his kitten form so he calmly bounded over to the scared girl's hiding spot and offered her the cloth.
He wasn't... coming closer.
Careful. Syr hissed, now gone from anger to protective rage. He's a man. He could just be faking it. He's a liar; a man.
Wyve whined once more and flapped his small wings to fly over to the tiny satchel on her back. Using his mouth, he dragged out her whiteboard and dropped the marker into her hand. Then he crooned at her, a long series of crooning chirps that caused Kaya to stare at him, wide-eyed.
Was the man okay? Was he going to stay away? Would he?
Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the wet cloth. She stared nervously at Kerayle, waiting for it to move.
Kerayle tilted his head, blinked his big green eyes and let out a little mewl, being an animal his empathy was much stronger than Shear's, he could see the pain of her past in her eyes and her movements. After she grabbed the cloth Kerayle did the closest thing a cat can to a bow, and backed away from her. Outside Shear sat indian-style and waited to see if diplomacy would work. "Listen...if you want me to leave I will...I just...I just never even considered the possibilities there were others like me...that I might not be alone."
"I'm no sap but a guy gets sick of being alone...I've had friends, but that's not the same thing, they were always different from me...on a fundamental level."
Kaya blinked, holding the cloth over her ruined hand. The painful stiffness it had been in moments earlier began to ease at the touch and she made a small noise of relief. Things were supposed to hurt. Hurt was good. It was not good if the hurt was a hindrance. Hindrances were bad.
The cogs slowly turned in her mind. This man had given her the cloth. He was over there. He wasn't looking to come any closer. Was he... not a bad man then? Was he a good man? Were there many of those?
She didn't- nor did Syr for that matter- understand his words about friendship.You didn't have friends in the business. You just stuck together. It was necessary. Also, she had never been alone. Always, even when she had not sensed him, Kaya had known of Wyve. And Wyve had known of her.
Loneliness was simply something she didn't know about.
So, she carefully worked the pen into her safe hand and scrawled a single question mark onto the board. Then Kaya pushed it out for Shear to see.
Shear looked down as the dainty little hand as it pushed the board towards him with nothing but a question mark on it and found himself smiling. He had always hated kids, yet here we was trying to reassure someone acting like a scared little girl, and he found it endearing. He wasn't very good at drawing, so he drew 3 stick figures huddled together on one side of the board, and a single stick figure on the other, looking at the others. "Haven't you ever felt...excluded? Have you ever looked at someone and felt like they had something you just couldn't? Or seen somebody acting a way you just didn't...understand? Have you ever felt excluded? Kerayle is the best friend and partner I could have...but he's always felt like he was still me, it's not the same as people." He slowly slid the board back towards her.
Kaya blinked. Oh.She kind of understood that one. Of course she did. The girls had whispered about it all the time. No one liked it when they weren't being... occupied. It meant they could be disposed of.
Wyve chirped and she nodded at him. She understood exclusion... but not loneliness. One was dangerous... the other one was... unknown, a mishap? she didn't know. However, she had never hungered for companionship. She hungered for pleasure, yes, just as Syr did. However, to want the companionship for the sake of it... was a very unusual thing.
To her, it seemed foreign.
However, she pulled at the white board and erased, replacing the pictures with a simple scythe and an arrow pointing at herself. Then she drew two stick figures, because that was easier. They were hand in hand. One had a simple frown. The other held an angry smile, a psychotic smile. She drew a line between their hands.
You're telling him about me?
Kaya nodded and shoved the board over. She would have to. It wouldn't make sense if she didn't.
Shear picked up the board and scrutinized it. Two people...is she missing a sister? Wait...that line between their hands...it's like they can't let go, and that one has the same demented look I saw earlier. She has split personalities! And she's definitely a reaper. Instead of erasing what was already on the board, he drew another arrow from the scythe pointing at him. Oh man, what a time for art class...how do I illustrate this? Shear drew a taller stick figure next to the two little ones, on the opposite side of the psychotic one, the stick figure he drew was big, but had a smile on it, not a demented one but a friendly one. He drew a hand extending from the big one near the smaller ones but didn't connect them, then he drew stick figures with horns and hostile smiles on the other side of the big one, and had the other hand pushing back the 'monsters' "I just want you to know...I won't hurt you, not just your body, but your heart and...by loneliness I mean...Imagine if your little friend, your familiar...imagine if you never met him, that's loneliness."
Kaya frowned. Never... met Wyve? How? The beginning was when she had met her dragon, before she could remember! If she had never met him... what would that be like?
Well. It'd be nothing. Nothing would be missing. Nothing would have changed. We just... wouldn't be a Reaper.
Syr... naive child, this was the truth. She would have never become a reaper... and that was probably good. She would not have to fight. She loved Wyve, but she hated to fight.
Wyve crooned. Then, a thought occurred to him. Because she had been born with him by her side and Syr had formed from her, his existence never having been was too foreign. But if she had never met one person, the one who had changed her life... then...
He wrapped around her neck and said, in his own language: What if you had never met James?
He watched the confusion on her face crumple. Ah, now she got it. That was a good girl. Tears rose up and fell from her eyes and Kaya hiccupped. She pulled at the board and drew the large stick figure now next to the smaller two.
This was... what he wanted, right?
Shear smiled at the board. Well that's one victory for today at least. He moved the board to the side and moved his hand, palm-up near Kaya. "What do ya say? You can come back into the light now, I don't know what you wanna do but I'm on my way to fix a hole in my favorite clothing, are you going to be OK?"
Kaya looked at the hand... then up at Shear. Then she shyly tapped his fingertips with her good hand and Wyve crooned. She nodded slowly, remembering that, yes, she still had to go to the store.