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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2017 11:35 pm
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After stepping into the new world and her role in it, America had swiftly found the activity of making friendship bracelets to be one her most soothing outlets. It had started out as just adding a cheap but from her, present to the gifts her alternate had already bought, but tying the small knots together into patterns and lines of color had a way of keeping her hands busy and her mind still. Soon a small clipboard and a packet of embroidery thread became a regular staple in the satchel she carried with her everywhere, right next to the magic dust and ink.
Admittedly, it took a bit of time to associate that with her piece of the sigil. The triangle. The knot.
America had been trying to be good about not venturing too far out into the tides of magic, but she was perhaps a bit restless with it and with the size changing that she was now growing to control, but still...she wanted to do something new by choice, again. Some little bit of control and will and hers to counter Everything Else. So she'd made a list, of small things she wanted, really wanted. But nothing world changing. Just enough to be Nice.
What she'd settled on led her to this moment: a quiet night in her boyfriend's room, her feet in his lap as she finished tying up her latest project. She had been unusually focused on the task, though during, he'd get that swell of emotion from her all of a sudden, his daily reminder that she loved him. That he was important to her.
Smoothing out the new bracelet with her fingers, she glanced over at smiled at Mr. Bitterberry, gurgling over the soda tabs they'd left for him on the nightstand.
"Hey, Angel? Could you put this on?" Drawing up, she leaned over to hold the bracelet out to Taym.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2017 11:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 2:02 am
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lizbot i am gonna cry @ meri eats all the food it's too cute i can't handle it
It would be nice to think that the emotional intimacy of sharing a conversation with this creature, this piece of America's strange and all-too-often alien world--that all this would override Taym's little sensitivities and ridiculously childish insecurities. It would be nice to think of him becoming overwhelmed by this new and startling closeness, of having a place, if even very small and fleeting, in a reality that he has often felt is walled off from him. It would be nice to consider him taking her hand, all touched and shaken, the world lapsing into the soft focus of a shared and very unique experience.
Well. It would be nice.
"My forehead is not ********' shiny," he explodes, clapping his hand to it as if to shield it from prying eyes or perhaps prying beaks. Ivy lifts her head from her paws in the corner, ears perking in mild interest at this sudden outburst. "It's a completely normal forehead in terms of both size and ********' albedo. You're right about the food, though."
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 6:41 pm
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He leans off the bed to reach for the ever-nearby bag, rooting through it for the beanie that's inevitably in it and muttering under his breath.
"This is the weirdest s**t I've ever done and it's probably not even the weirdest thing that's going to happen to me this month," he says, to no one in particular. The time it takes to shake the hat out and pull it self-consciously over his ears and the worst part of his apparently-shiny forehead gives him time to sort out a "compliment."
"Mister Bitterberry is noisy, nosy, and an incorrigible pickpocket," he informs the bird, feeling quite comfortable that a bluejay will interpret this as the highest of praise as much as they apparently think that having a shiny forehead is high praise. And then, begrudgingly, as he tentatively extends a hand towards the bird: "Also very handsome."
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 11:09 am
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