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| Topic Started: Jul 2 2015, 04:20 AM (664 Views) | |
| Julian Keller | Jul 2 2015, 04:20 AM Post #1 |
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July 1st, 2015 9:56pm Julian knew that the school rules were to be in the dorms by 9:30 and lights out by 10:00, but in the summer months they seemed to be a little lax with the curfew. Julian was in the Dorm with Ethan, but found himself not at all tired. So as not to disturb his roommate, Julian decided to slip outside and onto the grounds. Everything here at Xavier's has been so amazing but also a little whirlwind. He was actually craving a quiet moment to collect his thoughts. He stepped out the doors and into the night. It was a warm night with a healing breeze off the lake. The fresh smell of the air filled his lungs, then he joined the rest of nature in breathing out a collective sigh to release the stress of the daytime. It was so dark. Julian looked up to see no moon in the sky. Perhaps it was a new moon or something. It was all the better to see the stars with. They were so bright. With the mass of the dark school grounds, it cut down on light pollution, and the stars were like sparkling diamonds spilled across a velvet cloth. There were so many. Julian walked out onto the open grassy knoll, and just looked up at the pin points in the sea of ink. He wondered. He looked at just one star, and wondered if he could fly to it; just watch as it got closer and closer and then reach out and cradle it in his hand. The thought brought a smile to his face. Never has he felt so free as he has these last few weeks. Julian used his TK to levitate a hand full of small rocks from the gravel landscaping. The small rocks glowed green like tiny green fireflies with the uses of his power, and he directed them to encircle him. It was like a tiny, slow moving cyclone of green glitter. Cyclone he repeated the word in his head. Everything wind related only made him think of Fia now. He had been think of her more and more lately. Suddenly someone opened the door to the school behind him, and shocked him out of his revelry. The TK dropped and the green lights extinguished and the rocks fell. As if she got some kind of mental queue, he found himself looking right at Sofia. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 2 2015, 09:01 AM Post #2 |
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It was too hot to sleep. Even with the windows thrown open, the night was warm, and Fia felt flushed. It couldn't be that she was coming down with something - whoever heard of anyone catching a cold during the summer? Standing by her window, she breathed in the night air - not as cool as she would have liked it, but refreshing all the same. One week. One week she had been here. Derek, the man who looked after her when she was living at her father's apartment in New York City had been checking up on her, texting her to ask if there was anything she needed. Her father gave her a comfortable montly allowance, and Fia herself was not the frivolous sort. It wasn't that she missed home in particular - it wasn't much of a home anyway. But she craved companionship, she needed to be wanted again. For her presence to be appreciated. But it wasn't like she would ever come out and say something like that. Strenght of will was what she held on to. She wouldn't cry because she missed her mother, she wouldn't tell anyone that she had wanted someone to hold her since that first morning Julian abruptly gave her a hug. Outwardly, she would be fine, happy, playful. Sofia wanted herself to grow, to be capable, and her mind was set on excelling. These emotions of fear and insecurity? They would only hamper her, and she would not give in to them. Leaning her elbows along the windowsill, she watched as the sparse clouds slowly inched their way above the trees. The lake, blury in the distance, still shimmered slightly at night. Fia knew she wasn't alone - the school was still filled with staff and students - but she was lonely. She had been lonely for years. But which first generation mutant teenager wasn't? Up until they found a home here, most of them had lived a life of forced independence. What Mrs Russell, the daycare teacher told her just days ago - they would continue to be ostracised, continue to be seen as different. Maybe until the world evolved The kids who came here were told they were inadequate, monsters, that they were works of evil. Fia was lucky. No one ever said that to her face, but damned if she didn't know what they thought. Her eyes glazing over, she almost missed the lone figure treking out into the grounds. As she watched, he stopped in front of the landscaping and seemingly just stood there. Realization only dawned when small flecks of green glowed around him. Julian. "It's late Fia. Don't do anything stupid," she muttered, as if that useless caution would serve any purpose. Uncaring that her hair was probably messy from tossing and turning in bed, she left her room, shutting the door behind her before moving noiselessly down the corridor and outside. The presence of an intruder interuptted his little showcase and as Julian's green glow extinguished the both of them were dropped instantly into the dim night. Lights came from the mansion, enveloping the grounds in a soft, warm, glow. Sofia smiled, then brushed past him further afield, gathering the fallen pieces of the gravel aerokinetically as she went. Her bare feet made a soft swishing noise on the grass, the breeze that carried the stones following her in a wave that rustled her hair. "Can't sleep?" she asked, her back towards him as she raised her hands and the wind rose with the gravel. Trees blocked the sound of moving air from the mansion - Fia's control outdoors, with so many variables, was still callous, and her movements scattered fallen leaves and small twigs as she shifted the stones in mid air. In one final whoosh she pushed the gravel to the ground, dropping them and the small bits of vegetation back onto the grass. The wind softened around them, relaxing along with her posture. "You don't get to see stars like that in New York City," she said, coming to sit on the grass. "In Caracas, these stars, they lit the way." |
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| Julian Keller | Jul 2 2015, 02:26 PM Post #3 |
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Advanced Telekinesis
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Julian stood very still when Sofia walked past him. The simple grace that Fia so casually displayed in every movement, even her walk, just drew him in further. That combined with the starlight on her face and Julian might as well have let her hit him in the chest with a sledge hammer. "Can't sleep?" There was that silver toned voice of her again. He watched as she delicately raised her hands, and commanded the mighty winds. She moved the small stones he had dropped. The agitation of the air whipped his hair around, and tickled on his skin. He then realized his mouth was hanging open and he was gawking. He quickly closed it, and tried to act as casual as she was being. He had to swallow hard first, as his throat was dry. He must have been gawking for a little while now. She probably thought he was a freak. He mentally kicked himself. He cleared his thoat. "Um, no. It is just... one of those nights I guess. Minds too full to settle down. I'm, well, restless." He released a nervous breath as if to blow off how lame that just sounded. In the dimness, he could only really see an outline of Fia, and only her perfect features that the night sky chose to illuminate. As such, he could at least focus his teenage brain away from her physical form, and instead feel her presents pushing up against his own presents; meshing together in something he would define as non-physical intimacy. It felt good. Julian came out here to be alone and so he could think and absorb everything, perhaps sort out some feelings, but he did not mind at all that Sofia was kindred. He looked back up at the stars and how amazing they looked. "You don't get to see stars like that in New York City. In Caracas, these stars, they lit the way." Julian sometimes forgot that Fia was from Venezuela. With her face just so, he could see into her eyes. He could see a longing in her, for a happier time. New York has obviously been a rough go for her. Julian understood a bit. Life back in Beverly Hills was a trial to put it mildly, but he did have happier times when he was younger. Before the mutation. His mood fell a bit as his thoughts got dangerously close to his Father, and the disapproval he will never be able to ford. If he was honest with himself, it was almost crushing him and probably the real motive behind his inability to sleep. It was easy to ignore for now, but it was only a delay of the inevitable. He consciously pulled his thoughts back around, and forced a smile back on his face; couldn't let people see how broken he really was. Julian looked back at Fia, and effortlessly changed the smile to one of invitation. He put his hands in his pockets and nudged his head further into the grounds, as if to suggest to her that they walk for a bit. She was barefoot, so he would keep it to the grass. "Tell me about it. About Caracas. What were the stars lighting the way to?" he genuinely wanted to know more about her. She was a bit of a paradox in so many ways. He wondered if she knew that every gesture she made was endearing. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 2 2015, 03:37 PM Post #4 |
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Evidently, she was not the only one who had something on her mind. Julian admitted to the restlessness easily, and she nodded in understanding. He let a breath out and between them, silence prevailed. The quiet air was calming, and it appeared that for different reasons, they both needed a moment away from how much their lives had changed in the last weeks. She accepted his unspoken invitation, and got to her feet, following him into a slow meander. The warm night, coupled by the quiet - it reminded her of the late nights she spent sitting on their porch, listening to the soft snores of her young cousins. It was in those late nights that sometimes she would dream bigger things. Of taking to the air and seeing the world outside of her little bubble. But of course, she chose the safety of her mother's comfort than to explore whatever awaited her. "There is an old Spanish proverb," she told him as they strolled together. "The stars, they do not shine in the sun. There is always darkness about us, like now. And we endure, we try to endure the darkness, because only then we will get to see the stars." "Caracas? Caracas is beautiful," she continued, slipping easily away from her musings. "Venezuela, it is lined with beaches. I could smell the ocean air from where we lived. Children would run down to the beaches and spend afternoons in the sand. Sure, it was humid, but it was nothing compared to the frigid winters here..." Practice makes perfect, that's what they all said. And she was well practiced. How many times had she repeated the same few lines when her new friends asked her about her life in Caracas. She couldn't very well tell them about her childhood where her mother struggled to make ends meet, or how she always knew she was a little different. She couldn't explain that her mother died in the riots and was left there in the alley until Fia found her. She couldn't say that she was sent away from her beautiful Venezuela because her uncle didn't want to take her in. Fia smiled, her gestures animated as she told Julian all about the valleys and terrain, about how she would fly kites and make them soar above the trees. The weather, her dancing, her friends from the neighbourhood, the cats she had at home, all those were safe topics for discussion, and she brought them all out like a storyteller. Having told the same story countless times, even she was starting to believe it. She spoke a little of her fears, and regrets to Rahne a few days ago, and only prompted by the older woman's own openness. Now was not the time, nor place to put her heart on her sleeve - she was afraid of falling too deep, too fast. She couldn't afford to, not now. "The other dance students, they always asked why it was easy for me to do the leaps, but I couldn't tell them I could fly, so I just left them puzzled!" she finished, shooting Julian a grin. By all accounts, her life before Xaviers was perfect. As perfect as everyone thought it was. And she intended to keep it that way, at least for now. |
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| Julian Keller | Jul 3 2015, 06:19 AM Post #5 |
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"...we try to endure the darkness, because only then we will get to see the stars." It seemed very pertinent right now. Her words worked their way into his soul. As Fia spoke about her home in Venezuela and her time in New York, Julian thought he caught a hint of sadness, but it could have just been this tricky lighting. She quickly returned to being just as happy as she always seemed to be. Could it be she was hiding some painful past? It was not like Julian had any room to talk, as he was currently wearing his happy mask as well. Perhaps he shouldn't though. Whether he knew it or not, he came out here tonight to get something off his chest. He may not sleep again if he doesn't. He felt like he was going to burst. Maybe talking would help, and Fia was incredibly sweet. He was going to take a change and confide in her. He let the happy mask fall, but not completely. He looked at the ground as they walked across the lawn. "Fia, I know how I come across sometimes. I play around because, I don't know, deflection I guess. It's never insincere. The point is I want to tell you something, and I don't want you to think I have an agenda." Wow, tone it down a little, drama king. he told himself. He wasn't trying to scare her. He sighed a heavy breath. "You and Ethan, Rachel Summers, you are already closer to me than my family ever was, and that's come as a bit of a curve ball to me. I'm just trying to process it all. But one thing I now is that after being here, I can never go back to how things were, and I am scared to death that it will come to that." It actually felt good to admit his fear to someone. He waited to hear what the girl would think of him now, but he still was not able to look at her. He was not used to being this vulnerable. The smells and sensations of the deep night continued to set the perfect scene for them. The moment would have been absolutely silent except for the symphony of crickets, playing through the area. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 3 2015, 07:24 AM Post #6 |
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Julian was a brat. She knew that much. He got his way too often, and if she was honest, he probably needed to be taken down a peg or two. The dark haired telekinetic knew he was good at what he did, and his arrogance sometimes merged with complacency. That said, his heart was in the right place. And he cared about her. His tone changed, and Fia turned to him, seeing his slightly slumped shoulders as he looked to the ground. She heard him, clear as day, even though he spoke softly, her mutation easily carrying the words to her ears. Her first reaction was to jokingly agree that yes, they all knew he was an bossy jerk, but then Sofia heard his sigh - no - she had felt it, more than heard it. The heavy breath was laden with... what was it... Tener miedo. A fear of something, of an unknown, of not being able to cope with everything that was coming their way. Slipping her hand into his and Fia laced their fingers. What she didn't count on was the gesture comforting her as much as she intended to comfort him. "It won't," she answered, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "Mr Summers would never ask you to leave," though she wasn't sure, something told her that they'd always have a home here at the mansion, regardless of what happened. She couldn't agree with him wholeheartedly. Not right now. She still thought of Caracas as home, and she missed her old life, she even missed Derek. Living alone out in Salem... It was different. Those were feelings for her solitude, and now, as they strolled, Fia smiled at him, tugging on his hand to get his attention. "We all change Julian. The world, circumstances, they change us. But then it's our job to make sure we change for the better. If we can do that, then you'll make your mentors and teachers proud, even if no one else is. We change, and we get stronger, and we build relationships we keep for the rest of our lives." Her words, meant for herself as much as they were for him, were spoken slowly, sounding like she thought through every word. |
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| Julian Keller | Jul 4 2015, 07:06 AM Post #7 |
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He wasn't sure how she did it. It started when she squeezed his hand. It felt right, for lack of a better term. It was like the physical connection sent an energy through his body, and as she spoke, he believed it. This simple gesture made him feel like a stronger man. He did feel like everything was going to be okay. He had been stressing about the past and letting it effect him so much, and here Fia was giving him an alternative, one he could look forward to rather than dread. She offered a much more optimistic outlook, which as a general rule Julian avoided but somehow when she said it, he knew she was right. He looked up and into her eyes again. This time, he didn't need the happy mask, he had a genuine smile of wonderment. "Thanks Fia" he finally said with a soft, genuine appreciation. It would be easier to change for the better, now that he felt ha had someone else who believed he could. She was a lot stronger than he was. If Julian were religious, he would have believed that God sent Fia out here tonight, just for him, as an answer to unspoken prayers. He squeezed her hand back. "I think we can both look forward to changes and better days ahead. So what if tomorrow is full of uncertainties. Today we have each other and the School, and that is not nothing. In fact, it is enough." He felt like he was lighter somehow, and that a weight was lifted. A remarkable tiredness fell on him now. That was pretty amazing. He felt like he could probably sleep, but it could wait now. He wanted to stay with Fia a while. After all, there had to be another reason that she was also still up and about this starry night, besides his selfish miracle theory. Julian was about to ask Fia more about herself when there was a sudden sound that took him off guard. It as a couple of rapid pop sounds that Julian recognized just a few seconds too late. "Oh crap.." he managed to say, before there was a wet gurgle that elevated into a pressurized hissing sound, and a silvery eruption. Julian was then getting wet. The sprinklers had come on springing to life all around them. "Dammit" He said with a harsh, but also immensely amused tone. He quickly threw up some TK shields, but as there were multiple sprinkler heads from multiple locations, it made it difficult for him to block them all. He laughed a little bit, and looked around. Not too far in the distance, there was a small, stone gazebo. "Over there." he said, pointing over to the small structure. "Come one." he still had a good hold on her hand, and he moved toward the Gazebo. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 4 2015, 02:58 PM Post #8 |
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The night sky was dark, blank canvas of stars. Fia, as dreamy as she was, saw them as marks of shining dreams of history past. Each dream was cast out into the night as people made their wishes - hoping against hope for miracles. But some stars, they burnt out, and some stars, the exploded in the universe, giving way to another thousands and thousands of other stars. This night, Sofia saw her dreams and Julian's take flight, perhaps neither of them were eloquent enough to say the exact words out loud, but it didn't stop the heavens from hearing them. "Today we have each other and the School, and that is not nothing. In fact, it is enough." Was it though? Sofia smiled back openly, even has the thoughts in her mind said differently. She wasn't sure she agreed, yet it seemed to have been cemented in Julian's mind, and it seemed to reaffirm his confidence (surely she would regret it when he became obnoxious once more), and so she smiled in vague agreement. He was so different from the playful, arrogant young man who challenged her in the grounds, and who crowed over her even though he cheated to win. He said earlier it was all an act - she started to believe it. The moisture from the sprinklers hit the air like bullets of water, and Fia bit her lip to hold in a surprised shriek. If she did scream now, surely they would alert some of their classmates - perhaps even Mrs Russell who undoubtedly had some sort of supersonic hearing. Julian tugged her along and they ran towards the gazebo, laughing and stumbling in the grass. Once sheltered from the sprinklers and their night time attack, it was evident neither of them were very successful in staying dry. Letting go of him, she brushed her wet hair from her face and waved a hand, bringing a warm breeze rushing through the gazebo. The gust of air rushed past them, lifting her hair to the roots and drying both their clothes. Her laughter faded into another smile as the air stilled and she turned to look out from the gazebo. "So, what of your life before you came here, Julian?" she asked. Her question was directed to him, though her eyes still admired the stars. |
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| Julian Keller | Jul 4 2015, 06:57 PM Post #9 |
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Julian Dripped all over the wood planks of the gazebo floor, but all he could do was laugh along with Fia. Suddenly, she called up an blast of the warm summer night air, and it rushed over them. His clothes and hair whippped around like they were trying to escape from him, and all he could do was stand and allow it to happen. He was actually enjoying it. For some reason, knowing that the wind currently rushing around him and inside his shirt and running against his skin made it a much more intimate experience; exhilarating even. He was surpised how little time it took, and they were both completely dry. Julian patted his clothes. There were soft and warm, like they had just come from a dryer. He looked at Fis and was amazed at her lack of amazement at what she has done. She really was more than powerful, she was imaginative. "So, what of your life before you came here, Julian?" This is where he would normally take the opportunity to talk himself up, and try his best to really impress the girl. He could talk about his riches and his good looks or past girlfriends to try an see if he could make her jealous. He would throw in a few charming smiles and run his fingers through his hair a few times, just to round out the experience. But no. He didn't want to do that his time. Even through there was no girl he would want to impress more than Fia, he wanted it to be real with her, not part of one of his games. So rather than making everything a flirting contest, he decided to give her the honest answers. It's worked so far. "I have a brother. James. He spent most of our post adolecent life trying to distance himself from me. He isn't a mutant. That also made him Father's favorite." He looked out over the grounds, toward the sparkingling lake, as if saying it out to the universe. "I tried not to be a mutant, for him. Tried to be what he wanted. It wasn't realistic really. In the end, he is trying to put me away by hiding me at Xavier's Institute for Gifter Youngsters." He said the title of the school like it was a closet full of skeletons. "I believe my mother loves me, in her own way. She wants what my Father wants. My Father, I am not sure if he ever did love me." To his surprise, Julian found himelf getting a little emotional. He had let the happy mask fall too much, and he snapped it back into place. Maybe she hadn't noticed it. "Ah... but the old man did give me piercing blue eyes, perfect teeth and outstanding hair, so he can't be all bad." he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows, trying to coax a laugh out of Fia. Same old deflection tactic. He leaned back on the railing of the gazebo. "So, I told you mine. How about you? What deep life question was it that drew you out of your bed and into the starry night?" |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 5 2015, 01:04 AM Post #10 |
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So it was true then. He lived a life that was as lonely as hers before he got here. She gathered as much. His tone when he mentioned his family briefly hinted at a deeper story that she wanted to know about. She asked him directly and he answered, and she fell quiet while he spoke. Life was unfair to them both. Perhaps to him more than her. At least she had known her mother's love before she was so cruelly taken away. At least she had know what encouragement and support felt like. Julian had never felt it. Her heart hurt a little for him, and she focused on him as he spoke. As for trying not to be a mutant, she smiled a little as he said it - didn't they all try? But it was hard to change something that was a part of your DNA. And as fast as she saw his vulnerability, it was soon hoarded up again behind his expressive eyes and quick smirk. Fia rolled her eyes - yes of course he would say that. She was surprised it took him this long to compliment himself. "Deep life question?" she echoed, then waved a hand casually. "My deep life question is probably why I had that mug of coffee before bed!" Her reply came rolling off her tongue even before she allowed herself to consider saying more about things that were bothering her. Julian was stressed, and it wouldn't help the situation if she began ranting about life at him. So she fobbed it off glibly, her smile reaching her hazel eyes and her hand toying with her hair. "I happened to see you glowing out in the grounds and decided to make sure you didn't get in trouble," she joked. Bracing her hands on the railings, Sofia propped herself up so she sat leaning against one of the gazebo pillars, stretching her legs out on the narrow beam. "It's good that you're here now. It's safe, we get to try and be better with our powers... Being here, make me see that we're exactly how we should be. This is how people like us should be allowed to live, and to learn." |
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| Julian Keller | Jul 6 2015, 04:16 AM Post #11 |
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Julian couldn't decide if Sofia was actually this sweet, kind, and wise or if she was playing some game with him. How casually she brushed hair back behind her ear in some simply charming way, or how she touched his hand in some comforting way. It was almost as if ever move she did was either a carefully planned flirt, or just genuinely Fia. No matter what it was, she could pretty much ask him for anything right now, and he would give it to her. He was falling for this girl, hard. "...we're exactly how we should be. This is how people like us should be allowed to live, and to learn." She was right of course. Julian should be himself, no matter what his Father or Mother or some humans say. If they didn't accept it, then that is their loss. Why did Julian care about his Father's approval anyway? His Father couldn't do what he does. Suddenly, the night air felt clearer, more breathable. He knew it was because of her. His feelings growing for Fia were a whole other issue. "Fia, let's make a pact right here under the stars. No matter what happens, we will be there for each other. We'll be like family, always able to count on one another, no matter how crazy or dire the circumstances. And to seal the pact...?" Julian looked around for something, and his eyes fell on his wristwatch. It was flashy and expensive, and the last thing his Father gave him before his mutant power surfaced, back when his father still loved him. He took the watch off. He used his TK to rip a deep hole into the lawn. He levitated the displaced batch of earth into the air. "...I give this as a token." It was fitting, since he was symbolically burying his life before, and his anxiety about his father. Julian let go of the watch, and it immediately glowed green and moved over into the bottom of the hole he had made. He looked at Fia and nodded, as if inviting her to join in the fun. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 6 2015, 02:32 PM Post #12 |
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The look that Julian gave her was indescribable. She couldn't tell if he agreed with her or he judged her. It was as if he considered for a moment if he could trust her, and her heart hitched on a breath. Outwardly, her features were relaxed, and unable to meet Julian's inscrutable gaze - those blue eyes - she closed her eyes and leant her head back on the pillar, as if she was simply resting in the night air. You should be honest, Sofia, Derek had told her once, when he found out about her lies of omission. She hadn't taken his opinion to heart. She couldn't, not yet. Her name on his lips alerted her that the moment had past, and she forced her eyes to open slowly so as not to alert him that her attention had been somewhere else. His words amused her - a pact. Under the stars. It was such a moment of frivolity. As if something as important as trust and commitment could be made honest by the circumstances the promise was made in. Still the sentiment touched her, and her smile reached her eyes. "Does this mean we'll have no more late night pep talks about pasts and futures, because I quite light late night strolls," she said, hopping down from the railing and watching as Julian hefted a hole in the lawn. She made a slight sound of hesitation; she did not want to be the one to explain why there was a large hole in the grass. She'd heard from the grapevine that there was a lady who was chlorokinetic - a powerful plant manipulator - who sometimes came by because she felt something was amiss. Fia did not fancy being the one to tell her that they ripped out a patch because they were making a pact. And yet, her protests went unheard, because as determined as he was, Julian was also fully in control of his abilities. His telekinesis heaved the soil out easily, leaving a gaping hole in the ground. "Julian." She said his name in a sigh. Foresight was required if she was going to try to keep them both out of trouble. Still, the hole was already there, and Julian dropped his watch inside. She paused as he looked at her, the invitation clear. Standing next to him, she considered her position. A wind came from behind them, not intentionally, but simply a reflection of what was on her mind. Reaching her hand up, she felt for the simple silver studs in her ears. They were supposed to be adorned with sapphires, but her uncle had pawned them a long time ago and replaced the stones with paste. They no longer held value, but they were part of her mother's belongings she brought with her from Caracas and Fia wore them proudly. Making her decision, she plucked the studs from her ears, and held them in one palm, sending up a silent prayer to the heavens. Sofia turned to him, and showed him the earrings before it lifted aerokinetically in her palm. "So, should I expect a pair of earrings from you to replace this one?" she smirked, teasing him. Fia was not raised in luxury, and while fancy cars and pricey clothes were the way to some girls' hearts, it was not to hers. The earrings levitated easily into the pit, gathering with them petals of fallen flowers and blades of grass in the wind. "We'll always be here for each other, I promise," she echoed his words, then gave him a genuine smile. |
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| Julian Keller | Jul 6 2015, 03:49 PM Post #13 |
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Julian has worried for a moment that he had been too forward, or silly. Maybe he was just taken away by the moment, but Fia then seemed to reciprocate. "Does this mean we'll have no more late night pep talks about pasts and futures, because I quite like late night strolls." Julian gave her a toothy grim of agreement. "Absolutely not. I will be your late night escort anytime." It's wasn't till it was said that Julian realized how it sounded. He squeezed his eyes closed in his error, then sighed. "That.... did not come out how I meant it. That... I apologize. What I meant was, late night pep talks will always be on the table." He smiled and hoped she overlooked the awkward wording. "Smooth Julian, you dork." he chided himself. Fia seemed a little aprehensive about the hole in the lawn, he would put the chunk of uprooted dirt back once the pact was sealed, and the grass would be fine. If he did it right, nobody would even be able to tell he had done it... at least not by normal means. The buried items would be their little secret. Julian watched her take off her earrings. "So, should I expect a pair of earrings from you to replace this one?" Oh would she be in for a surprise. He knew she was most likely joking, but he wasn't sure if she knew that Julian's family was loaded. His parents were Billionaires, and Julian got a healthy monthly allowance, just building into an account. It was the closest thing to affection he got from his parents. He took mental note of the style and stones of the earrings, and Fia would be getting a big surprise delivery in a few days. The thought of seeing her happy would be worth it. Just the chance to make her smile, Julian would give quite a bit. He would go online as soon as he got back to his room. He watched as she flew the earrings into the hole. "I promise," he repeated, and then placed the chunk of lawn back into place. He used his TK to press down a bit, to make sure it took root again. The edges of where the hole had been ripped here now only slightly seen, and would only be noticeable if you knew to look for it. The only ones witness to their pact was Fia, himself, and the universe of stars. That being done, Julian leaned against a post next to the one Fia had been leaning on. He looked into her eyes for a bit. She still seemed distracted, but he wasn't sure why, and so far she hasn't seemed like she wanted to talk about it. As long as she knew he was here for her, that he would listen to anything she wanted to say, that was the important part. |
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| Wind Dancer | Jul 7 2015, 05:11 AM Post #14 |
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"I will be your late night escort anytime." If it was even possible, Fia choked on air at his words. From his look of sudden embaressment, it was safe to say he didn't intend to sound the way it did, and she found humor in the situation. He didn't seem the sort that would constantly trip over his words, but he did, and it was a little bit cute. Just a little bit. She laughed, indicating that it was fine, she didn't read much into it. He pushed the earth back into the ground, and to help, she scattered leaves over it, using the wind to move them from further in the grounds outwards. Surely, if anyone was inclined to be akin to plants, they'd be able to tell, but to the naked eye, the leaves fell naturally over their promise site. It was unnatural, to be swearing to something so... committed, in the dead of the night, and with someone she had barely known for a week. But Julian's sentiments fell in with hers. For the both of them, at least, all they had was this school, and each other. She hoped fervently that one day, if she need to protect herself, it wouldn't be against him. She didn't notice the brief silence until she turned towards Julian and found him looking at her. The way he looked at her was like he saw something more - more than what she was trying to be, and everything she was trying to hide. Maybe it was the dark night, and his eyes, but he unnerved her. He was young, like she was, but like the rest of her peers, his was not a childhood that was spent ensconded in love and warmth. He had seen the same things she did. Almost, anyway. It made her not want to hide away from him. But her spirit fretted, and her fears retreated deeper into her mind. She forcibly buried them like Julian did his past, unwilling to talk about it, nor allow them to surface. For this moment, she wanted to see the bright lights of the future. Sighing, she made up for her secrets by slipping her hand into his again, this time leaning her head on his shoulder. It was tiring, her life before Xaviers. Maybe now she could try to rest. |
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| Julian Keller | Jul 7 2015, 06:00 AM Post #15 |
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Julian paused a little immediately after Fia took his hand and rested her head on his shoulder. Was this the same girl he had accidentally hugged the other day, and she froze like he deer in headlights. Now, she was nuzzling into his arm. He was not complaining. in fact, it felt magical. More so than any number of bowls of Lucky Charms, like the ones they had shared the first day they met. This was crazy, and dangerous. He was falling for the first girl that filled in the space left by his dysfunctional family, but what would happen to him if she ever left him then, or turned on him. Maybe that is why he came up with the Pact. He wanted to make sure he wasn't putting too much on someone who wouldn't be there for him. It was unhealthy though. He can't keep making other people responsible for his happiness. He would work on that. He liked Fia, and he didn't want to do anything that would push her away. The simple gesture of her taking his hand made Julian feel stronger, more powerful. It wasn't something sexual. It was more holistic. He needed to feel that he mattered to someone, and now he did. Perhaps they had talked enough for now. They were still saying a lot without speaking a word, just by being here by each other's side. He rested his head on hers, and they stared out into the black sea of stars with only the light hiss of the distant sprinklers and the midnight crickets to break up the silence. They stood that way for what seemed like minutes, in which time his mind wandered and skipped and played with tangents involving possible futures and straight up fairy tales. It was therapeutic. With it, he could leave the past and his worries for it, far behind. Suddenly, there was a small flash, and a bright line drew itself across the sky. A shooting star. "Look, look," he told Fia with a hint of urgency, and he pointed up at it for her to see the astral events brief lifespan. "Unless I am very much mistaken, I believe we get to make a wish." |
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