|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 8:06 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
Aure was, arrogantly enough, pondering the mystery of fate as she loped through the parking lot of a local fast food place in the January sun. The bitterly chill winds stung her pale face, turned it a pale red against the pale shade of the rest of her visible body. Of course, the rest of her was bundled into a white parka and white slacks; what she wore under the parka, no one could tell. She seemed cheerful enough, even whistling tiny fragments of tune that were quickly snatched away by the wind. When she got to the doors, she made a move that would surprise anyone who knew her; she pulled out a compact, opened it and looked at her face for a moment. Even though she blocked the door, she stared for a few minutes anyway. After this seeming ritual- or else she was really just a b***h- she closed the compact and opened the door, walked in, and got in line to place her order.
That would have been the end of that, if a little kid behind her hadn't pulled her hair- painfully. "Madam," she said, half-turning in her spot, "keep your child under control." Then she stopped, and raised her eyebrows. Behind this mother and child were another one, and that one shone with the special light that her new eyes gave to the Illusionary children.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:44 am
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
The mother and special toddler in question were, unsurprisingly, avidly engaged in cooing at each other. Being in the middle of a fast food joint didn't stop Alex from gibbering at her toddler and making faces at him, to which the child would laugh and clap his chubby hands, chattering wordlessly at the black-haired woman. Really, the only thing that the duo shared was their sun-kissed skin; her hair was of midnight, and his of golden rays, her eyes of dancing emerald and his of misty greys.
Alex wore a ribbed black sweater that, strangely enough, was shoulderless, over faded blue jeans and boots. She had dressed her boy in brighter attire, a Christmasy jacket of red and white over white overalls. He was nestled safely in the crook of her strong arm, using her free hand to 'grab his nose' and tickle him. The game continued for several minutes, until the girl looked at them.
Solomon, while still a toddler, was aware. He was a normal baby to be sure, but every so often he would stare at something or someone with uncanny intensity. He did so now, turning his blonde and red head towards a young woman a person or two ahead of them. Foggy eyes rested upon her, a childish hand reaching for her with a nondescript coo of communication.
The Italian arched a slender brow at her son's apparent ADD behavior, shifting her attention towards the current object of his desire. Both brows arched at the sight of the girl, who was unbiasedly the most unique individual she'd ever seen. She was a lovely young girl to be sure, but there was something...something in the air that was different. Alex smiled at the youth in both curiosity and apology, stating over the woman between them, "He likes you." Stating the obvious much? Not at all.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b3_p.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 4:38 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:39 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
"Confused," was the woman's good-natured and slightly baffled reply. "But most folk call me Alex. This ray of sunshine is Solomon." Still supporting the boy in the crook of her arm, she extended her hand to take the young woman's. "Nice to meet you, Miss Venport. Say hello, Sol," she cooed at the baby.
Solomon, of course, simple gurgled and clapped his hands, his grey-moted eyes fixated on the young woman. He managed something that sounded like, 'ayo,' but that was the extent of the infant's vocabulary for the moment.
The black-haired Italian gave a rolling shrug, smiling a little. "I'm not exactly sure what it is you've seen many of in your time, but I'd gladly like to hear about them." There was a lilt in her voice, a hopeful note that someone, anyone could explain where the floating baby of joy came from.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b3_p.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:52 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:07 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 11:45 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 1:38 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
After taking a seat and giving Solomon a small bit of fry to gnaw, Alex listened to Aure talk with a perfectly blank expression. By the end of her tale, the Italian woman's lips gave only a faint twitch before falling back into neutrality. "So," she drew out the word, as if trying to truly absorb what she had just heard, "you - the 'Illusionary' - are, ah, reincarnated from a dead world. And...you all met some terrible end and this is your chance at something better?"
She blinked down at Solomon as though he had just grown two heads, and for that description, he might as well have. "What..." Alex blinked again, turning her placid face back to Aure. She was only so calm because flipping out in public was a no-no, even to the essentric woman. "He...has a twin." What bearing that had on anything, she had no idea, but it was the only thing her grasping mind could latch onto.
The toddler in question gummed at his fry, content as those grey eyes shifted between the women yet again. He had paid attention as Aure talked, although he couldn't have possibly understood, and was now acting as any child should by drooling and generally making a mess out of his meal.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b3_p.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:12 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 5:54 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 3:38 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 12:31 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 6:47 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 10:57 am
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
Alex opened her mouth to reply, and was promptly muffled by Solomon's reaching hands. The boy crowed with laughter at his mother's look of surprise and question, putting his hands over his own mouth, successfully making a mess of his last french fry.
The woman chuckled, picking up a napkin to wipe at her son's gooey maw, earning more squeals of laughter. She was grateful he wasn't a loud child, keeping his tone private, as though his laughter was for her to share with him, and her alone. It was sweet, and she couldn't help but dote on the boy. Having cleared the potato mess, she handed him another fry, making sure to bite it in half this time.
"That's a relief." Alex stroked Solomon's sunny hair, ruffling the tendrils that curled back into place. "I'm not sure...how he and his brother are going to grow, but I hope it's peaceful." Privately, she didn't think anything would be peaceful, what with Blue as Neva's father and she as Sol's. Both the parents and the children were about as opposite as could be.
Well. It'd be interesting to say the least.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b3_p.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|