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Jan 1, 2006 9:12:38 GMT
Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jan 1, 2006 9:12:38 GMT
Mai heard the trunk shudder from Isaac's blow behind her, and her senses began to intensify. As he strode closer to her, she noted the matter-of-fact tone in his voice, and she felt the almost non-existent breeze from the momentum of his raised hand carry to the back of her tresses. He had been about to slap her, and she had been about to tear his 'said' hand right off. But she knew he wouldn't dare, and fortunately for him, and perhaps minutely for her too, he played into her knowledge. She let a quiet exhale of air float out through her gently parted lips, and her chin dropped, letting her ivory locks fall either side of her face. Hiding her further from Isaac's view. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes as she recounted his raised hand, and the reason for this would perhaps remain only known to her. It would torment her. But she would also respect that he did not follow it through. "It..... wasn't easy, was it?" She inhaled now, sharply; a sound that signalled tears were to follow. "What the hell do you think." She snapped, but the last words in her sentence faltered in a shaking tone, one that revealed to even a blind man, that salty trails of emotion were now leaking down her powder-soft cheeks. The muscles in her throat moved ever so gently, trying to keep any uneven breathing caused by her tears silent. Mai remained with her back to him, and her eyes closed. The grip of her arms around her stomach tightened a little, and she pursed her lips, not saying another word just yet. Did Isaac realise that the gift was being blind? That Mai stole that gift from him when she gave him the ability to see? And that now, after however long it had been, she had - with inner difficulty - returned that gift to him? Isaac's blindness was so special. It was beautiful. Mai was just so afraid he could not see that anymore. Had he ever seen it in the first place? Would he ever learn to see it?
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Jan 3, 2006 19:58:14 GMT
Post by Isaac on Jan 3, 2006 19:58:14 GMT
“What do I think? I think-“ Isaac abruptly cut himself off. What DID he think? Now, he was blind instead of sight-capable, something he had dealt with his entire life. If anything, he was more used to being blind than being able to see. He was more used to attuning his four senses to the world in order to create the fifth, instead of using only one or two. That was what he was, an unusual type of being, one that used the truth that he couldn’t deny to deal with the world around him. My personal truth… Abruptly, he had it. So startled was he that his lips parted, the prophetic words tumbling forth in a vocal jumble, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty.” The simple line was taken from Keats’ “Ode on a Grecian Urn” It’s meaning was so simple that Isaac nearly hit himself in the head for not realizing it sooner. The definition of beauty varies from person to person, because beauty is based on each person's own perception of truth. Beauty is the in eye of the beholder… or lack thereof. “Thank you.” Isaac whispered, touching Mai upon her shoulders before pulling her into an embrace. "I was blind, but you helped me see."
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Jan 5, 2006 16:03:12 GMT
Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jan 5, 2006 16:03:12 GMT
And there. He saw it. Mai let in a long breath, and her eyes opened wider than usual as she gazed upward, as if this motion would let her tears melt back into her red-hot irises. Her grip around herself loosened now, and she let her fingers rub her sides just gently enough to make a flicker of a smile touch the corners of her lips. As this happened her hands trailed around to her stomach, and she rested them there a moment, taking in the sweet perfume of the forest that only it's inhabitors would recognise and perhaps respect. Although smoke filled a quarter of the inhalation through her nose, she swallowed down the comfort of the smell and caught her breath in her throat as she felt Isaac's hands touch her shoulders. Halting every movement and sensory activity for a moment, she allowed her body to be pulled against his in what felt like a thankful and almost supportive embrace. She lowered her chin and her cheek came to press against his left shoulder, her lashes closing as a smile displayed itself over the entirety of her supple lips, conveying her relief in hearing and more importantly feeling him understand her actions. Her hands wove around his neck and she remained there for however long he wished to hold her, the tips of her fingers just resting against the nape of his neck. Eventually Mai tilted her head inward so her mouth was inches away from his ear, and she cooed into it quietly. "You are very welcome." Her hands moved down his chest to gently part them from one another, and her carmine eyes studied his face with a new light to her expression. Raising her hands she skimmed her middle fingers against her cheeks, wiping any tears from her smooth, porcelain face as she blinked away anymore. Reaching up slightly to Isaac's chin she tipped it up just a little and said, "Do you remember the skill you had with a cane?", and although he could not see it, her eyebrow raised and the tone in her voice signalled admiration, for the new Isaac. The reborn Isaac. The old Isaac.
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Jan 6, 2006 4:26:25 GMT
Post by Isaac on Jan 6, 2006 4:26:25 GMT
"Do you remember the skill you had with a cane?"
Isaac straightened, hands coming to a rest on his hips. "Had? Skill I had with a cane?" He said with mock indignation.
"Oh, I remember just fine..." Isaac said, reaching into his coat. After a couple seconds, his hand emerged empty, "I... just didn't remember to bring it with me." He said sheepishly.
However, despite the lack of his psychological crutch, Isaac started walking in a slow, wide circle amidst the burnt chaos of charred forest. "Wow, I really did a number on this place." He said mildly.
OOC: Apoligies for the shortness
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Jan 9, 2006 6:19:23 GMT
Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jan 9, 2006 6:19:23 GMT
The sharp rows of her teeth grew visible as her smile formed a grin when he put his hands on his hips and replied. He reached into his coat and she waited, knowing perfectly well what he was looking for. When he pulled his hand out again, and it held nothing, her grin faded to a simplistic smile; almost hiding something deeper.
"I think we should get you a new one." She told him, watching as he walked in a fairly spot-on circle. "In Hogsmeade." She added, preparing in her own mind a few tests for him to accomplish while they were there. She would not be leaving his side until she had returned him to his old self. Nobody favoured his new attitude, and the demoness was not about to let it take him over. Mai, would teach him to be a gentleman.
As he was commenting on what he had done to the forest, Mai already had her knees in the ashen earth and the healing palms of her delicate hands against the base of a burnt-out tree. "Dido eiusmodi ab tuus fratres." She whispered, closing her eyes as an ethereal white light spread from her hands around the roots of the dead tree. Within moments it's black trunk began turning a shade of deep brown and the colour spread over the earth to a good number of the other trees around the two demons. "Dido eiusmodi ab tuus fratres." She uttered again, her hands quivering as she healed another sector of the forest.
Although the tops of the trees were still brittle and dead, their bases were regenerating, and although a small area was still burnt-out, it would germinate some of the plants around it and the forest would very soon be a wild thicket of bush where they stood once more. Mai rose, her hands leaning on the tree for support as she fought off the weakness that overthrew her energy. "Lets, go now, to Hogsmeade." She said quietly, faintly, making her way slowly over to Isaac.
Her arm slid into his roughly, and perhaps because he could not see her he would simply take it as the escort it was supposed to be. Though anyone watching the demoness could see her paler features and frailer form as she hooked her arm in his for support, her eyes battling with unconsciousness as she moved to lead him on.
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