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alizea will now be used to archive my original fiction. (that is, mostly Cercle, as I haven't written any other Ofic in years. *sigh*) (les français, je posterai les nouveaux morceaux de Cercle sur alizea)
Still fiddling with things over there. In the meantime:
OMG SOMETHING ACTUALLY HAPPENING. NO WAY.
Alizea se réveilla avec un début de migraine derrière les yeux. Il y avait trop de lumière, et la rosée avait beau faire joli sur les herbes qui l'encerclaient, elle était quand même humide. Elle s'assit, grimaçant, et cala les mains sur ses hanches pour s'étirer le dos.
La vue était splendide; malheureusement, elle n'avait pas son appareil photo. Ce qu'elle avait par contre, c'était un mal de tête, mal au dos, et la gorge enrouée. Ca valait le spectacle quand même; les ravines et les rochers de l'autre versant émergeaient lentement des ombres, un oiseau de proie volait en cercles au loin, et sa prairie était emplie de fleurs sauvages. Deux arbres morts couverts de lierre se tenaient aux deux extrémités du bord, comme une frontière entre le plateau et la pente probablement escarpée en contrebas. La clairière avait l'air presque circulaire à la lumière, se dit Alizea en tournant la tête pour observer l'autre côté.
"Salut."
"AAH!" cria-t-elle en reculant d'un bond, provoquant un ricanement de la part de l'étranger assis derrière elle.
Alizea n'aimait pas qu'on se moque d'elle, et elle l'aurait probablement envoyé se faire foutre, si elle y avait pensé.
Elle ne pensait déjà plus à ça; elle pensait au fait que ce garçon -- ce jeune homme -- était trop réel pour qu'elle soit encore en train de rêver. Son rire était trop moqueur, son sourire en coin trop narquois, et ses ailes dessinaient des ombres trop nettes sur son visage.
Ses ailes.
Elles étaient grandes -- à demi repliées et déjà presque aussi longues qu'une voiture; membraneuses, les doigts de chauve-souris tendus d'un cuir brun si épais que la lumière ne les traversait pas.
Alizea se demanda brièvement comment il se débrouillait pour entrer dans une maison sans se les cogner de partout.
"T'as des ailes," commenta-t-elle bêtement, entendant à peine sa propre voix.
Les mythes et légendes, c'était génial, mais ils n'étaient pas censés exister. On lui avait toujours dit qu'ils n'existaient pas.
Les garçons avec des ailes de chauve-souris et des cornes, ça n'était pas censé exister non plus. Parce qu'en plus il avait des cornes; une paire de cornes légèrement torsadée, d'un blanc ivoirien qui choquait un peu en contraste avec le rouge violent de ses cheveux. Alizea se rendit compte avec détachement que c'étaient probablement des os; elles avaient cette solidité qui disait que la tête du garçon bougerait avec si jamais il lui venait l'envie de tirer dessus.
"J'ai des ailes," répéta-t-il d'une voix basse, patiente et pleine de fausses félicitations.
Il lui sourit. Ses canines étaient pointues.
"C'est des implants ou papa était un vampire?"
"...Pardon?"
Alizea sourit à son air désarçonné, aussi vite disparu soit-il. Hah! Pas aussi spécial qu'il le croyait, malgré ses ailes et ses cornes et ses crocs... et ses oreilles d'elfe... et... ses griffes... et... sa queue... bon sang.
Elle s'était vaguement attendue à un petit appendice fin se terminant en trèfle, pas à une chose aussi longue que son corps était haut et suffisamment musclée pour assommer un bœuf de taille moyenne. Mis à part le manque d'écailles, ça lui rappelait plus un Tyrannosaure qu'un petit diablotin.
"C'est un rêve, hein? Je vais me réveiller avec un torticolis, mon oncle se jettera sur moi pour me demander à quoi je pensais, je devrai aller chez le médecin pour confirmer que je me suis pas fait droguer et que personne ne m'a entraînée dans une tournante..."
Le sourire plein de crocs du jeune homme s'agrandit et il se pencha en avant, lui jetant un regard suggestif. "Ca serait dur de faire une tournante à deux. Enfin, ça ne coûte rien d'essayer..."
"Touche-moi et je te pète les dents," rétorqua-t-elle en relevant un genou en défense.
... Bon, assise sur ses fesses en pyjama avec un étranger pervers dans une forêt, c'était pas super malin.
D'un autre côté, si c'était un rêve, il était foutrement réaliste. Il arrivait à Alizea de rêver de garçons, ou de choses plus ou moins fantastiques, mais si son subconscient lui avait concocté un beau gosse avec des ailes, il n'aurait probablement pas rajouté un grand fou rire aux dépends d'Alizea. Ou alors elle avait plus de choses à dire à un psy qu'elle le croyait.
"... Arrête de te payer ma tête."
"T'en demandes des choses, Votre Majesté," répondit-il d'une voix traînante. Elle résista à l'envie de lui décocher un coup de pied. Il n'attendait probablement que ça.
"... Bon sang, je rêve." Elle était face à face avec un homme ailé de type démon et elle pensait à lui donner des coups de pied. C'était le monde à l'envers, que sa logique accepte ça comme la vérité, mais que son imagination refuse d'embrayer. Elle n'y croyait toujours pas, en fait.
S'il n'était pas réel, elle ne risquait rien; s'il l'était... bon, eh bien elle aurait une preuve suffisante pour se réveiller le cerveau. Elle tendit la main vers le bout de sa queue, lovée autour de ses jambes croisées en tailleur. C'était vaguement comme de toucher du daim. Mais chaud. Vivant.
"... T'es pas gênée, dis-moi. Tu veux me tâter la corne aussi?"
Elle cligna des yeux. "Ca ne te dérangerait p-- oh, t'es vraiment un porc."
Le démon ricana. "Si ça me dérange? Les filles d'ici sont pas farouches, dis-moi. Pas très rapides de la comprenette par contre."
"Je t'emmerde," répondit-elle, essayant de prétendre qu'elle n'était pas en train de s'empourprer.
"Grossières aussi. Je suis choqué." Il se tut, la fixant des yeux pendant quelques secondes. Elle ne continua pas à l'insulter; il ne souriait plus vraiment, il avait l'air ... presque pensif. "T'as aucune idée de ce que je suis, pas vrai."
Alizea fit la moue. Elle n'était pas totalement stupide non plus. "... Un démon." Elle ne put s'empêcher de ricaner brièvement, secouant la tête. "Moi qui suis athée," ajouta-t-elle dans sa barbe.
"...Quel rapport?"
Elle eut l'impression qu'elle allait se sentir très conne d'ici une minute, mais elle s'expliqua quand même. "Ben... Les démons, c'est pas avec Satan ? Tu sais... Dieu, le Paradis... Jésus, Mahomet... Le Diable, l'Enfer, les démons... non?"
Il la regarda comme si elle était folle, ou comme si elle avait commencé à parler en Chinois.
"Religion," ajouta-t-elle, ne sachant trop que dire.
"... Quel rapport entre la religion d'une race et l'existence d'une autre?"
Okay. Vu comme ça.
... D'autres races. Okay. Pourquoi pas.
Allons bon, voilà que son cerveau calait encore une fois.
"T'as jamais vu de démon avant," reprit-il d'un ton vaguement dégoûté. Son regard se fit absent, ignorant Alizea en faveur de ses pensées. Vu son expression, ses pensées ne devaient pas être toutes roses.
"Les gens qui voient des démons, on les envoie à l'asile de fous de nos jours."
Il lui jeta un autre long regard inscrutable. Elle se rendit compte que ses yeux n'étaient pas brun clair; ils étaient jaunes. Pupilles fendues bien sûr. Elle n'était même pas surprise.
"T'as pas l'air très paniquée pour le moment."
Alizea eut un rire trop aigu. "Oh, donne moi encore une minute et je me mettrai probablement à hurler et je m'enfuirai en courant."
Une ombre passa brièvement sur le visage du garçon; elle étrécit les yeux.
"...Qu'est-ce que tu veux au fait?"
Il haussa un sourcil tout aussi rouge que ses cheveux. "J'ai l'air de vouloir quelque chose? Mis à part baiser, mais ça c'est comme d'habitude."
Alizea tiqua, mais se força à ne pas se laisser distraire. "Si tu voulais rien, tu serais parti pendant que je dormais." Et tiens, au fait, d'où venait-il? Elle avait l'impression étrange qu'il était tout naturel que le démon soit là, mais il devait bien venir de quelque part.
"Peut-être que je veux baiser."
"Peut-être que si tu continues à faire ton chieur, je me casse," rétorqua-t-elle méchamment, son cœur battant dans sa poitrine en attendant sa réaction. Elle ne voulait pas vraiment partir tout de suite, malgré sa grossièreté, mais si elle voulait lui tirer les vers du nez, il fallait qu'il la croie sincère.
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Alizea woke up with a headache burgeoning behind her eyes. There was too much light, and the morning dew may have looked pretty on the grass surrounding her, but it was still damp. She sat up, grimacing, and wedged her hands at the small of her back to stretch properly.
The sight was splendid; sadly, she didn't have her camera with her. What she had, was a headache, a sore back, and a sore throat. The scenery was worth it anyway; the ravines and the rocks on the other versant slowly emerged from the shadows, a bird of prey flew in circles far away, and her meadow was full of wildflowers. Two dead, ivy-covered trees stood on both ends of the edge, like a frontier between the plateau and the slope underneath. The meadow seemed almost circular, Alizea thought as she turned her head to look at the forest behind her.
"Hey."
"AAH!" she screamed, jumping back, provoking a snicker from the stranger sitting behind her.
Alizea didn't like to be laughed at, and she probably would have told him to go to hell, if she had thought about it.
She wasn't thinking about that anymore; she was thinking about the fact that this boy -- this young man -- was too real for her to still be asleep. His laughter was too mocking, his smirk too lopsided, and his wings drew too-sharp shadows on his face.
His wings.
They were big -- half-folded up and already almost as wide as a car; membranous, bat-like fingers pulling leather so thick the light didn't show through.
Alizea wondered briefly how he would come and go inside a house without bumping them everywhere.
"You've got wings," she commented stupidly, barely hearing her own voice.
Myths and legends were great, but they weren't supposed to exist. She had always been told they didn't exist.
Guys with bat wings and horns weren't supposed to exist either. Because on top of that, he had horns; a symmetrical pair, in a slightly warped arc, whose ivory white shocked somewhat against the violent red of his hair. Alizea realized with detachment that they were probably made of bone; they had a solidity that said the guy's head would move with them if ever she decided to pull on them.
"I've got wings," he repeated; his voice was soft, patient and full of false congratulations.
He smiled at her. His canines were sharp.
"Are those implants or was daddy a vampire?"
"...Pardon?"
Alizea smiled at his quickly erased perplexed look. Hah! Not as special as he thought, even despite his wings and his horns and his fangs... and his elf ears... and ... his claws... and... his tail... goddamnit.
She had vaguely expected a thin spade-ended appendage, not a thing that was as long as he was tall and sufficiently muscled to knock out a middle-sized ox. Apart from the lack of scales, it reminded her more of a T-rex than a little imp.
"It's a dream, isn't it? I'm going to wake up with a seriously stiff neck, my uncle will throw himself at me to ask what the heck I was thinking, I'll have to go to the doctor to confirm that I wasn't drugged and gangbanged..."
The young man's fang-full smirk widened and he leaned forward, giving her a suggestive look. "Would be hard to to a gangbang with only two people. I'm willing to try, though..."
"Touch me and I'll break your teeth," she retorted, lifting a knee defensively.
... Alright, sitting on her tush in pajamas with a perverted stranger in the woods wasn't th height of intelligence.
In the other hand, if it was a dream, it was fucktacularly realistic. Sometimes Alizea dreamed about boys, or more or less fantastic things, but if her subconscious had cooked her a winged hottie, it probably wouldn't have added howling laughter to Alizea's expense. Or she had more things to share with a shrink thank she'd thought.
"... Stop laughing at me."
"You're demanding, Your Majesty," he drawled back. She resisted the need to kick him. He was probably expecting it.
"... God, I'm dreaming." She was face to face with a demon-type winged man and she was thinking about kicking him. Her world was standing on its head; with her logic accepting him as the truth, but her imagination refusing to jumpstart. She still couldn't believe, really.
If he wasn't real, she wouldn't be risking anything; if he was... well, then, it would be proof enough to wake up her brain. She reached out toward the tip of his tail, curled around his crossed legs. It felt vaguely like suede. But warm. Alive.
"... You aren't shy, are you. Wanna feel my horn too?"
She blinked. "You wouldn't mind -- oh, you really are a pig."
The demon chortled at her. "Would I mind? The girls around here are bold. But not really quick on the uptake."
"Go die in a ditch," she shot back as she tried to pretend that she wasn't turning scarlet.
"Rude, too. I'm shocked." He fell silent, staring at her for a few seconds. She didn't keep insulting him; he wasn't really smirking anymore, he looked... almost thoughtful. "You haven't got a clue what I am, do you."
Alizea pouted. She wasn't entirely stupid either. "... A demon." She couldn't help but snicker briefly, shaking her head. "And here I am, an atheist," she added under her breath.
"...What's the connection?"
She felt like she was going to feel very dumb in a minute, but she still explained. "Well... Aren't demons supposed to be with Satan and all that? You know... God, Paradise, angels... Jesus, Mahomet... The Devil, Hell, demons... no?"
He stared at her as if she was crazy, or perhaps as if she was speaking Chinese.
"Religion," she added, not knowing what to say.
"... What's the relation between one species' religion and another species' existence?"
Okay. Seen like that.
... Other species. Okay. Why not.
Oh, hey, and now her brain was stalling again.
"You've never seen a demon before," he repeated, his tone vaguely disgusted. His gaze turned absent, ignoring Alizea in favor of his thoughts. Seeing his expression, his thoughts probably weren't happy.
"People who see demons are sent to the madhouse nowadays."
He threw her another inscrutable look. She realized that his eyes weren't pale brown; they were yellow. Cat-slit pupils of course. She wasn't even surprised.
"You don't seem very panicked right now."
Alizea's laugh came out too shrill. "Oh, give me another minute and I'll probably start screaming and running away."
The boy's face darkened briefly; she narrowed her eyes.
"...What do you want from me?"
He arched an eyebrow that was as red as his hair. "Do I look like I want something? Apart from a good fuck, but that's the usual."
Alizea twitched, but forced herself not to let him distract her. "If you didn't want anything, you would have left while I was asleep." And hey, while she was on the subject, where did he come from? She had the strange impression that his being here was utterly natural, but he had to come from somewhere.
"Perhaps I want to fuck."
"Perhaps if you keep being an asswipe, I'll leave," she retorted cruelly, her heart speeding up in her chest as she waited for his reaction. She didn't really want to leave right now, even despite his rudeness, but if she wanted to get some answers out of him, he had to believe that she was sincere.
Grammar, weird sentences, unbelievable reactions, plz help? *flops* i sleeeep now. sleeeeeeeep.
alizea will now be used to archive my original fiction. (that is, mostly Cercle, as I haven't written any other Ofic in years. *sigh*) (les français, je posterai les nouveaux morceaux de Cercle sur alizea)Still fiddling with things over there. In the meantime:
OMG SOMETHING ACTUALLY HAPPENING. NO WAY.
Alizea se réveilla avec un début de migraine derrière les yeux. Il y avait trop de lumière, et la rosée avait beau faire joli sur les herbes qui l'encerclaient, elle était quand même humide. Elle s'assit, grimaçant, et cala les mains sur ses hanches pour s'étirer le dos.
La vue était splendide; malheureusement, elle n'avait pas son appareil photo. Ce qu'elle avait par contre, c'était un mal de tête, mal au dos, et la gorge enrouée. Ca valait le spectacle quand même; les ravines et les rochers de l'autre versant émergeaient lentement des ombres, un oiseau de proie volait en cercles au loin, et sa prairie était emplie de fleurs sauvages. Deux arbres morts couverts de lierre se tenaient aux deux extrémités du bord, comme une frontière entre le plateau et la pente probablement escarpée en contrebas. La clairière avait l'air presque circulaire à la lumière, se dit Alizea en tournant la tête pour observer l'autre côté.
"Salut."
"AAH!" cria-t-elle en reculant d'un bond, provoquant un ricanement de la part de l'étranger assis derrière elle.
Alizea n'aimait pas qu'on se moque d'elle, et elle l'aurait probablement envoyé se faire foutre, si elle y avait pensé.
Elle ne pensait déjà plus à ça; elle pensait au fait que ce garçon -- ce jeune homme -- était trop réel pour qu'elle soit encore en train de rêver. Son rire était trop moqueur, son sourire en coin trop narquois, et ses ailes dessinaient des ombres trop nettes sur son visage.
Ses ailes.
Elles étaient grandes -- à demi repliées et déjà presque aussi longues qu'une voiture; membraneuses, les doigts de chauve-souris tendus d'un cuir brun si épais que la lumière ne les traversait pas.
Alizea se demanda brièvement comment il se débrouillait pour entrer dans une maison sans se les cogner de partout.
"T'as des ailes," commenta-t-elle bêtement, entendant à peine sa propre voix.
Les mythes et légendes, c'était génial, mais ils n'étaient pas censés exister. On lui avait toujours dit qu'ils n'existaient pas.
Les garçons avec des ailes de chauve-souris et des cornes, ça n'était pas censé exister non plus. Parce qu'en plus il avait des cornes; une paire de cornes légèrement torsadée, d'un blanc ivoirien qui choquait un peu en contraste avec le rouge violent de ses cheveux. Alizea se rendit compte avec détachement que c'étaient probablement des os; elles avaient cette solidité qui disait que la tête du garçon bougerait avec si jamais il lui venait l'envie de tirer dessus.
"J'ai des ailes," répéta-t-il d'une voix basse, patiente et pleine de fausses félicitations.
Il lui sourit. Ses canines étaient pointues.
"C'est des implants ou papa était un vampire?"
"...Pardon?"
Alizea sourit à son air désarçonné, aussi vite disparu soit-il. Hah! Pas aussi spécial qu'il le croyait, malgré ses ailes et ses cornes et ses crocs... et ses oreilles d'elfe... et... ses griffes... et... sa queue... bon sang.
Elle s'était vaguement attendue à un petit appendice fin se terminant en trèfle, pas à une chose aussi longue que son corps était haut et suffisamment musclée pour assommer un bœuf de taille moyenne. Mis à part le manque d'écailles, ça lui rappelait plus un Tyrannosaure qu'un petit diablotin.
"C'est un rêve, hein? Je vais me réveiller avec un torticolis, mon oncle se jettera sur moi pour me demander à quoi je pensais, je devrai aller chez le médecin pour confirmer que je me suis pas fait droguer et que personne ne m'a entraînée dans une tournante..."
Le sourire plein de crocs du jeune homme s'agrandit et il se pencha en avant, lui jetant un regard suggestif. "Ca serait dur de faire une tournante à deux. Enfin, ça ne coûte rien d'essayer..."
"Touche-moi et je te pète les dents," rétorqua-t-elle en relevant un genou en défense.
... Bon, assise sur ses fesses en pyjama avec un étranger pervers dans une forêt, c'était pas super malin.
D'un autre côté, si c'était un rêve, il était foutrement réaliste. Il arrivait à Alizea de rêver de garçons, ou de choses plus ou moins fantastiques, mais si son subconscient lui avait concocté un beau gosse avec des ailes, il n'aurait probablement pas rajouté un grand fou rire aux dépends d'Alizea. Ou alors elle avait plus de choses à dire à un psy qu'elle le croyait.
"... Arrête de te payer ma tête."
"T'en demandes des choses, Votre Majesté," répondit-il d'une voix traînante. Elle résista à l'envie de lui décocher un coup de pied. Il n'attendait probablement que ça.
"... Bon sang, je rêve." Elle était face à face avec un homme ailé de type démon et elle pensait à lui donner des coups de pied. C'était le monde à l'envers, que sa logique accepte ça comme la vérité, mais que son imagination refuse d'embrayer. Elle n'y croyait toujours pas, en fait.
S'il n'était pas réel, elle ne risquait rien; s'il l'était... bon, eh bien elle aurait une preuve suffisante pour se réveiller le cerveau. Elle tendit la main vers le bout de sa queue, lovée autour de ses jambes croisées en tailleur. C'était vaguement comme de toucher du daim. Mais chaud. Vivant.
"... T'es pas gênée, dis-moi. Tu veux me tâter la corne aussi?"
Elle cligna des yeux. "Ca ne te dérangerait p-- oh, t'es vraiment un porc."
Le démon ricana. "Si ça me dérange? Les filles d'ici sont pas farouches, dis-moi. Pas très rapides de la comprenette par contre."
"Je t'emmerde," répondit-elle, essayant de prétendre qu'elle n'était pas en train de s'empourprer.
"Grossières aussi. Je suis choqué." Il se tut, la fixant des yeux pendant quelques secondes. Elle ne continua pas à l'insulter; il ne souriait plus vraiment, il avait l'air ... presque pensif. "T'as aucune idée de ce que je suis, pas vrai."
Alizea fit la moue. Elle n'était pas totalement stupide non plus. "... Un démon." Elle ne put s'empêcher de ricaner brièvement, secouant la tête. "Moi qui suis athée," ajouta-t-elle dans sa barbe.
"...Quel rapport?"
Elle eut l'impression qu'elle allait se sentir très conne d'ici une minute, mais elle s'expliqua quand même. "Ben... Les démons, c'est pas avec Satan ? Tu sais... Dieu, le Paradis... Jésus, Mahomet... Le Diable, l'Enfer, les démons... non?"
Il la regarda comme si elle était folle, ou comme si elle avait commencé à parler en Chinois.
"Religion," ajouta-t-elle, ne sachant trop que dire.
"... Quel rapport entre la religion d'une race et l'existence d'une autre?"
Okay. Vu comme ça.
... D'autres races. Okay. Pourquoi pas.
Allons bon, voilà que son cerveau calait encore une fois.
"T'as jamais vu de démon avant," reprit-il d'un ton vaguement dégoûté. Son regard se fit absent, ignorant Alizea en faveur de ses pensées. Vu son expression, ses pensées ne devaient pas être toutes roses.
"Les gens qui voient des démons, on les envoie à l'asile de fous de nos jours."
Il lui jeta un autre long regard inscrutable. Elle se rendit compte que ses yeux n'étaient pas brun clair; ils étaient jaunes. Pupilles fendues bien sûr. Elle n'était même pas surprise.
"T'as pas l'air très paniquée pour le moment."
Alizea eut un rire trop aigu. "Oh, donne moi encore une minute et je me mettrai probablement à hurler et je m'enfuirai en courant."
Une ombre passa brièvement sur le visage du garçon; elle étrécit les yeux.
"...Qu'est-ce que tu veux au fait?"
Il haussa un sourcil tout aussi rouge que ses cheveux. "J'ai l'air de vouloir quelque chose? Mis à part baiser, mais ça c'est comme d'habitude."
Alizea tiqua, mais se força à ne pas se laisser distraire. "Si tu voulais rien, tu serais parti pendant que je dormais." Et tiens, au fait, d'où venait-il? Elle avait l'impression étrange qu'il était tout naturel que le démon soit là, mais il devait bien venir de quelque part.
"Peut-être que je veux baiser."
"Peut-être que si tu continues à faire ton chieur, je me casse," rétorqua-t-elle méchamment, son cœur battant dans sa poitrine en attendant sa réaction. Elle ne voulait pas vraiment partir tout de suite, malgré sa grossièreté, mais si elle voulait lui tirer les vers du nez, il fallait qu'il la croie sincère.
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Alizea woke up with a headache burgeoning behind her eyes. There was too much light, and the morning dew may have looked pretty on the grass surrounding her, but it was still damp. She sat up, grimacing, and wedged her hands at the small of her back to stretch properly.
The sight was splendid; sadly, she didn't have her camera with her. What she had, was a headache, a sore back, and a sore throat. The scenery was worth it anyway; the ravines and the rocks on the other versant slowly emerged from the shadows, a bird of prey flew in circles far away, and her meadow was full of wildflowers. Two dead, ivy-covered trees stood on both ends of the edge, like a frontier between the plateau and the slope underneath. The meadow seemed almost circular, Alizea thought as she turned her head to look at the forest behind her.
"Hey."
"AAH!" she screamed, jumping back, provoking a snicker from the stranger sitting behind her.
Alizea didn't like to be laughed at, and she probably would have told him to go to hell, if she had thought about it.
She wasn't thinking about that anymore; she was thinking about the fact that this boy -- this young man -- was too real for her to still be asleep. His laughter was too mocking, his smirk too lopsided, and his wings drew too-sharp shadows on his face.
His wings.
They were big -- half-folded up and already almost as wide as a car; membranous, bat-like fingers pulling leather so thick the light didn't show through.
Alizea wondered briefly how he would come and go inside a house without bumping them everywhere.
"You've got wings," she commented stupidly, barely hearing her own voice.
Myths and legends were great, but they weren't supposed to exist. She had always been told they didn't exist.
Guys with bat wings and horns weren't supposed to exist either. Because on top of that, he had horns; a symmetrical pair, in a slightly warped arc, whose ivory white shocked somewhat against the violent red of his hair. Alizea realized with detachment that they were probably made of bone; they had a solidity that said the guy's head would move with them if ever she decided to pull on them.
"I've got wings," he repeated; his voice was soft, patient and full of false congratulations.
He smiled at her. His canines were sharp.
"Are those implants or was daddy a vampire?"
"...Pardon?"
Alizea smiled at his quickly erased perplexed look. Hah! Not as special as he thought, even despite his wings and his horns and his fangs... and his elf ears... and ... his claws... and... his tail... goddamnit.
She had vaguely expected a thin spade-ended appendage, not a thing that was as long as he was tall and sufficiently muscled to knock out a middle-sized ox. Apart from the lack of scales, it reminded her more of a T-rex than a little imp.
"It's a dream, isn't it? I'm going to wake up with a seriously stiff neck, my uncle will throw himself at me to ask what the heck I was thinking, I'll have to go to the doctor to confirm that I wasn't drugged and gangbanged..."
The young man's fang-full smirk widened and he leaned forward, giving her a suggestive look. "Would be hard to to a gangbang with only two people. I'm willing to try, though..."
"Touch me and I'll break your teeth," she retorted, lifting a knee defensively.
... Alright, sitting on her tush in pajamas with a perverted stranger in the woods wasn't th height of intelligence.
In the other hand, if it was a dream, it was fucktacularly realistic. Sometimes Alizea dreamed about boys, or more or less fantastic things, but if her subconscious had cooked her a winged hottie, it probably wouldn't have added howling laughter to Alizea's expense. Or she had more things to share with a shrink thank she'd thought.
"... Stop laughing at me."
"You're demanding, Your Majesty," he drawled back. She resisted the need to kick him. He was probably expecting it.
"... God, I'm dreaming." She was face to face with a demon-type winged man and she was thinking about kicking him. Her world was standing on its head; with her logic accepting him as the truth, but her imagination refusing to jumpstart. She still couldn't believe, really.
If he wasn't real, she wouldn't be risking anything; if he was... well, then, it would be proof enough to wake up her brain. She reached out toward the tip of his tail, curled around his crossed legs. It felt vaguely like suede. But warm. Alive.
"... You aren't shy, are you. Wanna feel my horn too?"
She blinked. "You wouldn't mind -- oh, you really are a pig."
The demon chortled at her. "Would I mind? The girls around here are bold. But not really quick on the uptake."
"Go die in a ditch," she shot back as she tried to pretend that she wasn't turning scarlet.
"Rude, too. I'm shocked." He fell silent, staring at her for a few seconds. She didn't keep insulting him; he wasn't really smirking anymore, he looked... almost thoughtful. "You haven't got a clue what I am, do you."
Alizea pouted. She wasn't entirely stupid either. "... A demon." She couldn't help but snicker briefly, shaking her head. "And here I am, an atheist," she added under her breath.
"...What's the connection?"
She felt like she was going to feel very dumb in a minute, but she still explained. "Well... Aren't demons supposed to be with Satan and all that? You know... God, Paradise, angels... Jesus, Mahomet... The Devil, Hell, demons... no?"
He stared at her as if she was crazy, or perhaps as if she was speaking Chinese.
"Religion," she added, not knowing what to say.
"... What's the relation between one species' religion and another species' existence?"
Okay. Seen like that.
... Other species. Okay. Why not.
Oh, hey, and now her brain was stalling again.
"You've never seen a demon before," he repeated, his tone vaguely disgusted. His gaze turned absent, ignoring Alizea in favor of his thoughts. Seeing his expression, his thoughts probably weren't happy.
"People who see demons are sent to the madhouse nowadays."
He threw her another inscrutable look. She realized that his eyes weren't pale brown; they were yellow. Cat-slit pupils of course. She wasn't even surprised.
"You don't seem very panicked right now."
Alizea's laugh came out too shrill. "Oh, give me another minute and I'll probably start screaming and running away."
The boy's face darkened briefly; she narrowed her eyes.
"...What do you want from me?"
He arched an eyebrow that was as red as his hair. "Do I look like I want something? Apart from a good fuck, but that's the usual."
Alizea twitched, but forced herself not to let him distract her. "If you didn't want anything, you would have left while I was asleep." And hey, while she was on the subject, where did he come from? She had the strange impression that his being here was utterly natural, but he had to come from somewhere.
"Perhaps I want to fuck."
"Perhaps if you keep being an asswipe, I'll leave," she retorted cruelly, her heart speeding up in her chest as she waited for his reaction. She didn't really want to leave right now, even despite his rudeness, but if she wanted to get some answers out of him, he had to believe that she was sincere.
Grammar, weird sentences, unbelievable reactions, plz help? *flops* i sleeeep now. sleeeeeeeep.
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Miom... Merci de me faire revivre mes débuts de fanboy ado prépubère ç_ç C'est comme la Mastercard : priceless !
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I like how pervy he is, it makes it fun.
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Let's see, I'll try to point out some of the little grammar bits. My bed is calling to me as well. ^_^
whose ivory white shocked somewhat against the violent red of his hair
"shocked against" should be "clashed with"
The young man's fang-full smirk widened
I think "fang-filled" would be better here.
cooked her a winged hottie, it probably wouldn't have added howling laughter to Alizea's expense.
"cooked her up" and "at Alizea's expense"
She resisted the need to kick him.
I'm wanting to say "urge" instead of "need", to make it sound more impulsive.
And there were a few typos, too:
hard to to a gangbang--to do
wasn't th height of intelligence--the
Or she had more things to share with a shrink thank she'd thought--than
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(Anonymous) 2006-09-21 08:38 am (UTC)(link)ina_noranaya wrote,
whose ivory white shocked somewhat against the violent red of his hair
"shocked against" should be "clashed with"
I choose
whose ivory white colour was somewhat shocking against the violent red.....
depends on your intended effect.
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In the other hand, if it was a dream, it was fucktacularly realistic. Fucktacularly is the best word EVER. *loves on*
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._____. ♥ i'm glad. wasn't sure it worked at all.
nnngh, alizea is better this time around, but she bores me. I wanna get to the culture clash and the secondary characters and the actual PLOT already. *flails*
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*snerk* she's such a sue, though.
(oh, that icon is so awesome. T__T the twins are love)
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Tiens, va lire les biographies sur
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(of course she isn't, wouldn't be any fun otherwise. XD)
(yay!)
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If Alizea is a sue, I'm so not seeing it. i mean, i could see how she reacts how any of us would if thrown from a nice, sheltered area into zomg rough-and-tumble Askerian and Reiyel's world, but otherwise, she's mostly (sorry) a little bland. like tapioca pudding. she needs cinnamon. or blueberries! or a good hard boning. XD
*is cracked-out with*
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I loved the characterisation, and it was very amusing to read Alizea's perspective. Her reactions and frustrations were entertaining.
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She is? ^^; I tried to make her more interesting than she was, but I still can't help but find her blah and boring as hell. XD;;; I'm in such a hurry to get the necessary setup and presentation over. thanks ^__^
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Yeah, bland's a good word. Shes just so ordinary. But I can't make her too world-weary or cynical, because she's still supposed to be somewhat innocent as well. or else Ashram really won't have much of an effect on her. u_u;;;;;
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Think you meant "to do" but maybe "to have" fits better? *rolls on*
Also,
Are those implants or was daddy a vampire?
*snerk* <3<3
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