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poly_chromatic2012-08-19 05:24 pm
berthierite) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-08-19 05:24 pm
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3 ☽ ACTION ☾ RIDE THE WIND
[ Daylight is too harsh for Berthier, if she is entirely honest. She spends most of her time out in the streets hiding beneath a parasol, fair-skinned and fair-haired, large blue eyes with pupils contracted down to pinpricks. She's meant for somewhere darker, the very edge of the solar system where it's always cold and the sun does not reach.
The nighttime is better. The air is cooler and it is much easier for her to see without squinting against that hateful daystar. The more distant stars, tiny pricks of subdued light are better appreciated, and this city has nowhere near the light pollution of central Tokyo. She appreciates that.
Tonight, she is appreciating it from above the rooftops. A lithe figure flitting overhead, jewels glittering at her ears and silver hair a liquid sheen in the low light. It's not the first time that she's explored the City from above, but it's the first time she hasn't gone out to spy.
...At least not on purpose. ]
The nighttime is better. The air is cooler and it is much easier for her to see without squinting against that hateful daystar. The more distant stars, tiny pricks of subdued light are better appreciated, and this city has nowhere near the light pollution of central Tokyo. She appreciates that.
Tonight, she is appreciating it from above the rooftops. A lithe figure flitting overhead, jewels glittering at her ears and silver hair a liquid sheen in the low light. It's not the first time that she's explored the City from above, but it's the first time she hasn't gone out to spy.
...At least not on purpose. ]
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[His fluffs his wings a little and takes a drag on his cigarette.]
Why would I be? [Maybe just a little.]
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[Her chirpy little voice is at odds with that statement, and she wanders closer, lifting a hand to touch one of those wings.]
Well, you just seem a bit withdrawn. You stopped what you were doing when I said hello and now you're hiding behind that cigarette.
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Are they comparable? Or are you just a bit sensitive.
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[He's watching her hand, oh yes he is.]
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That's me, modest as a nun. [Why does he always end up thinking of nuns around her?]
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There's no need for it, really, I'm sure you'd receive plenty enough compliments on your plumage.
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I'm not certain how that is an insult.
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The sadist said, "no."
Which is what I'm saying to the voyeur who wants an exhibitionist.
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I believe 'want' is a very strong word.
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Want is exactly the right word, maybe it's a small want and not a big want, but it's a want. You want to watch me preen my wings. [He fluffs his wings again and reaches back to run a hand over the feathers.]
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It doesn't matter to me, one way or the other.
[The fun had been in the teasing.]
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Today's curse got you too, hm?
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I suppose it has. One of the lesser irritants. It too me hours to comb out all of those knots after that ridiculous electrical current incident.
[Speaking of vain...]
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Oh, you have to comb?
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