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Post by Cecilia Cyva on Feb 24, 2015 12:05:59 GMT -6
{ I thought I'd let you know That I don't need the guiding hand of another person who doesn't understand how important my indepenence is. The first thing you need to know about Cecilia Deeva Cyva is that she was perfectly capable of getting around the town on her own thank you very much. She did not need an escort or a Seeing Eye dog to point her in the right direction. Cecilia (C.C. for short) was a strong, independent woman who did not need help getting around a town she had memorized through steps alone; she didn't need pitying words and soft murmurs of "poor thing" as she's being helped from one place to another. No, she could manage on her own. C.C. had spent her first year and a half of coming to Paralia memorizing the streets and routes through steps, sounds, and smells alone, and singing at some of her favorite lounge areas, cafes, and bars. Sight, to her, had become a convienience; not a necessity. She could get through town without the use of her eyes just fine... so long as she paid attention.
Somewhere along the way during her trek to a local cafe, C.C. had stopped counting. She nearly slapped herself in the forehead for her blunder. Now she didn't have a clue where she was or where she was going in the slightest.
"Ugh. This is infuriating..." she murmured, running a hand through her long hair to which she had been told, was a shimmering pale blonde that glittered like gold in just the right sunlight. She knew that her species, when they shifted, often had odd hair and eye coloring, so it wasn't a real shock to learn about her hair color. In fact she loved the idea of having shimmery hair. Plus, it came down to her lower back, making it sway as she walked. This she knew from the feeling alone; no one had to tell her.
Wait... wasn't she supposed to be doing something?
Agh! Right! "The cafe you idiot. Stop getting off track!" Finished with scolding herself, C.C. took a deep breath and focused. She closed her eyes, even though that really had no effect otherwise; the world she saw was nothing but a deep, dark abyss no matter if her eyes were open or not. She just needed to focus. Slowly, the world started to get back into alignment as she calmed herself. She could hear soft chatter from passerbys, their shoes scuffing against the sidewalk. So she was on a crowded street; good. That narrowed it down. Next she took in the smells around her.
Aside from the smell of sweet perfumes and expensive colognes, the scent of freshly baked sweets and tea wafted into her nose. She took a couple steps forward, using the cane she had in her hands, decorated to her liking by one of the band members she often sang with, to gently guide her away from lamp posts, fire hydrants, and other obstacles that may have made her stumble and fall. The smell of food got stronger and she stopped, tilting her head slightly to try and get more sound into her ears. She even pushed some of her pin straight tresses behind her ear in an attempt to let in more sound.
So she was on a crowded street, and there were food places, and a lot of them from the varying scents she could smell. Which means she was either near Central Plaza, or she was on Pouli Street, both of which semed likely, Pouli Street more so. Now she just needed to find the right cafe, which was beginning to seem like a near impossible task. The Quenya woman let out a frustrated sigh. She was really, really thirsty and very hungry, but she didn't want just anything, which made this whole thing even more irritating. C.C. was loathe to ask someone for help, but it seems like this would have to be the case. She had gotten so turned around that she couldn't count the steps to her favorite cafe anymore.
"Great. Just wonderful" she huffed bitterly to herself and stood still, waiting to see if she could pick out a relatively kind and unbiased person to give her the directions she needed.
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Post by THEODORE LYNCH on Feb 24, 2015 14:03:35 GMT -6
 Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream What better way to spend your free time then wandering around aimlessly before work? Every now and then his lithe body would slip into a store and take a look around, no matter what kind of store it was. He must have gone into at least five different stores now as he slipped outside another one. Hands slipped into pants pockets to pull out his pack of smokes and trusty lighter. With a flick of his finger a click rippled into the air along with a red flame. A long puff was inhaled from the cigarette, and then slowly exhaled.People scurried around him, a low roar of murmurs and conversations hovering around him. A smokey sigh slipped past barely parted lips as he wandered on by. Black orbs scanned the windows of nearby shops for anything that looked the least bit interesting. Despite the fact that he had no intentions of purchasing anything at all. It was still nice to marvel at objects, knowing that if he wanted to, he could buy them. People would think at first glance he was just a punk with little or no money. No, he wasn't rich, but it was easy to save up money when he had little to no expenses to be paid. Cigarettes, beer and food were the main things he spent his money on, and once a month bills would roll in. It wasn't as if he was struggling to keep his head above water.Since he could buy whatever he wanted, why didn't he? Main reason was the lack of space he had in his apartment. Keeping things down to the bare minimum was a lifestyle he chose to live, and with intense training he's managed to keep up with it. Another drag was stolen from the cancer stick dancing between his fingers. Lost in thought, the young man lost sight of where exactly he was walking. His head lost in a sea of clouds. It wasn't long before he felt his body clashing with another. Lit cigarette tumbled from shocked fingers, plummeting to it's death on the concrete below his feet. Since his cigarette was already a lost cause, he extended his hands to steady the woman he had bumped into."Damn, sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." A soft voice slipped past pierced lips. Once he was sure the woman wasn't going to topple over, he pulled his hands away and shoved them into his pockets. Had she been walking? Or was she just standing there in a confused state? Theodore took a good look at her. The blonde seemed normal enough. It wasn't like him to just go smashing into people, especially attractive young women. Those demon-esque eyes were always on the look out for a babe. Maybe he had just been that lost in his thoughts.
What if she was a tourist? There was a possibility that this woman could easily be lost. It wasn't all that difficult to get lost around here if you weren't comfortable with the area. "You look a little lost. Need directions?" Considering the amount of time he spent wandering around this town, you could say he knew it like the back of his tattooed hands.Cecilia Cyva ● 539 ● sorry it's short i'm in a bit of a hurry D; MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Cecilia Cyva on Feb 24, 2015 17:52:39 GMT -6
{ I thought I'd let you know That I don't need the guiding hand of another person who doesn't understand how important my indepenence is. C.C. stood, listening intently to the chatter around. So engrossed with the sounds around her that she was yet again failing to pay attention to the world around her. Ugh, so many people. She had yet to hear someone who’d be suitable to give her the directions she needed. Why were people so hard to pick out? Oh yeah, she knew why; she was blinder than a bat. Standing around was becoming a useless decision and the young woman was now irritated with herself for even thinking that waiting around was a good idea in the first place. She’d just have to follow the smell of baked goods to the nearest opening to a café or restaurant and simply ask which one it was. If she knew the restaurant she was closest to she could figure out how many steps it was going to take from there to her favorite café. Problem solved.
C.C. took another whiff of the air around her, expecting to smell baked goods like she did before. But all she got was the smell of cigarette smoke. Her nose wrinkled, but before she could pin point why that disgusting scent assaulted her nose, she was knocked off balance, another body crashing into her. She stumbled forward on her heels, dropping her cane in the process. The blonde cursed in her mind. This wasn’t good! She closed her sightless eyes, expecting to fall, only for strong hands to steady her by her shoulders. C.C. let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness; falling would have not been fun in the slightest. But now she was had another problem on her hands; her cane was out of her hand and now she didn't know where it was. Before she could panic, a soft male voice spoke from... behind? Maybe? He spoke again, and she figured out that he was beside her. She moved her head to that side, hoping she was facing him properly. The lounge singer pushed up her gold tinted sunglasses (this she learned later, having them described to her by bandmates), hiding her eyes from view and pushed her hair over her shoulder, flashing a bright smile.
" It’s no problem, sugar. I shouldn't be standing here like an idiot " she replied, trying to pass off her own blunder as a slip of the mind. No need to let this mystery man know that she was blind quite yet. " Yes actually, I'm just a teeny bit lost. " She smoothed the black, sleeveless dress that hugged her curves as she bent down, absent mindedly feeling around for her cane as she spoke. Where was the damn thing? " Could you be a doll and let me know what shop I'm in front of while I pick up my favorite little accessory. "
C.C. kept that smile of hers on her lips as she searched for her cane. Frustration slowly started to build, as well as a little panic. How far did it fall?? It couldn't have been far; she only stumbled a few short steps forward? She cursed in her head, her smile slowly turning into a frown the longer she searched. Suddenly, the tips of her fingers brushed against what she could only described as a glittery surface. A hum of approval passed her lips. There it was! She reached a couple inches further and wrapped her hand around her cane. Using it to stand, she made sure her dress hadn’t been ruffled or put out of place. Her smile bloomed back on to her lips now that she had her little helper back into her hands. She felt a thousand times more confident that way, for sure. Cane in hand C.C. waited patiently for this soft spoken man who smelled of cigarette smoke and something nicer, more heady, to tell her what she wanted to know.
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Post by THEODORE LYNCH on Feb 24, 2015 18:54:37 GMT -6
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream The blonde turned her head towards Teddy. Or at least attempted. The young man found it odd that there was no sign of shock when she had looked upon his face. Black eyes glanced down at the ground, catching sight of her cane, then back up at her, noticing the sunglasses. Could she even see with them? Could she even see at all? That was the better question of the two. A soft smile graced his lips despite the questions he had brewing in his mind. Soft words floated to his ears. Sugar. Gosh, he doesn't even remember the last time a woman called him that. So she was lost? Before he could think about that any longer, he watched as she struggled to pick up her cane. Watching her struggle was almost painful for him. Just as he was about to bend down and help her, she finally managed to find it firmly in her grasp. More words fell from her smiling lips. "Oh, um." Black eyes darted towards the building they were standing in front of. "We're standing in from of The Book Nook. Where do you want to go? I'll gladly lead you to it." The young man spoke with a smile in his words. Theodore was taking a wild guess and assuming the woman was blind. Which seemed like a safe assumption at this point. "If you know where it is, I could maybe give you some company," He spoke. "If you don't mind." If she was in fact blind, he wouldn't be able to live with himself just letting her wander around the streets. Cane or no cane. There was a rumble going off in his stomach anyways. A bite to eat and some good company with a stranger would be a great way to pass time before going to work. God knows he needed something positive to keep him in a good mood throughout his shift. Dealing with drunks while remaining sober yourself could put a damper on things.People continued passing them by, some with an annoyed look on their face. All he had to do was shoot a glare at them and their face told a different story. Although he knew it would probably be good for them to move out of the middle of the sidewalk. "I swear I'm not a serial killer." A chuckle rumbled within his throat. It was no wonder she tried to keep her blindness a secret - if she was in fact blind. A lot of it probably had to do with pride. He was sure another part of her was worried about putting herself in harms way. The young man ran his fingers through his hair, trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Cecilia Cyva on Feb 25, 2015 11:01:54 GMT -6
{ I thought I'd let you know That I don't need the guiding hand of another person who doesn't understand how important my indepenence is. The Book Nook hm? She wasn’t very far from her destination then. Sweet. That grin of hers turned a tiny bit smug at this. Ha, even when lost she knew where she needed to go to without even realizing it. Perhaps it was because she made it such a habit to go to that same café every single day at the same exact time. She was like clockwork. The staff knew her by name now and exactly what her taste buds liked and disliked at this point. It was convenient that way; she didn’t have to figure out what she would eat and what she wouldn’t eat anymore. As the soft spoken mystery man continued to speak, she felt that smug smile of hers slowly fall into a frown.
There was something in the way that he spoke that niggled at her other sense. Her bandmates call it her Pity Senses, which always went off when someone obviously looked at her or spoke with a ‘poor thing, she’s blind. She obviously needs help’ tone of voice. Her brows scrunched and she began to feel more than a little annoyed. Why does every person she comes across think she needs help and that she’s helpless? So irritating… When he finished speaking, that’s when she finally responded, but not with words. Oh no, not at first in the least. Tapping the ground slightly with her cane she readied it and swung to where she thought his legs were. ‘Thwack!’ Perfect. C.C. felt her cane connect with his leg with a sharp hit; not enough to break anything, but enough to leave a nice bruise.
“Listen here Mystery Man” she began, a low, threatening tone in her voice. “I may be unable to see but that doesn’t mean I can’t get around by myself. I don’t need an escort to bring me anywhere. I swear. What it is with people and thinking I’m a helpless little girl because I can’t see? ‘Oh, poor thing! I have to help!’” she ranted and scolded at the same time, saying the last part in the most mocking tone she could muster. “No. You’ll treat me like any other person you meet or I swear to everything holy you’ll regret ever meeting me.” With that and a soft huff, she rested a hand on her hip, her body in a very noticeable pose of defiance. She wasn’t going to let this stranger pity her like everyone else did. From his tone of voice and the way he talked, he seemed like someone she could talk to, probably be friends with. But if he continued to talk to her in that condescendingly pitying voice she might have to find out where his arm is and break it with her cane.
C.C. took a couple even breaths, calming down the swell of righteous anger that had heated up her chest and gave him a bright grin. “If we have an understanding sugar, we can be on our way.” With that she tapped her cane around him just enough to make sure her outstretched hand could reach the building.
Her fingers brushed against something smooth and cold. Glass. Okay, so she was touching a window. Moving her hand to the left she felt for ridges in the windows, knowing that the shop had an older look to it with wood sectioning off panels of glass. She knew they were cut into three, so she felt around for the beginning. Slowly walking, she continued to the left before her fingers reached the beginning of the three sections. The woman smiled at the feeling of sanded wood underneath her fingers. It was slightly rough, just a little bit scratchy, but it remind her of the piers she had come up to on her very first shift. Her fingers followed the window paneling until she was at the end of the three sections. Now knowing where she was, the count came back into her head and she ventured forward with confident steps. If her mystery man really wanted her company he’d follow, but if he didn’t, well, that was no problem with her. She’d continue on anyways.
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Post by THEODORE LYNCH on Feb 25, 2015 12:29:39 GMT -6
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream Bright smiled turned to a deep frown as she looked at him. Uh-oh. He knew he was in trouble now. The young man began beating himself up almost instantly. Wishing he had been a bit more careful in choosing his words. The sound of her cane tapping around his feet was completely lost as he swirled around in his own mind. Pain shot through his leg, and thoughts were shattered like glass hitting concrete. Confusion consumed him like a wave during a tropical storm.Did she just hit him? Before he could even begin to worry about his leg, words were being shot at him like rapid fire. Each word hit him bullet. This woman had the sass of fifty women inside of her. "No. You’ll treat me like any other person you meet or I swear to everything holy you’ll regret ever meeting me." That was the final hit. The K.O. The fatality. The man was at a loss for words. It almost felt as if the air couldn't make it to his lungs. The way she stood with such defiance made him feel like a grain of sand compared to her glorious mountain of attitude. "Yes ma'am." The words fell softly. Almost as if in defeat. Theodore sure as hell felt defeated.He couldn't believe that he was worried about her getting attacked by some random man on the street. For a blind woman, her senses were very keen. He had to admit that under his injured pride, he respected her. Greatly. The grin came back to her face as she spoke once more. Sugar. That word would be the death of him. This woman would be the death of him. She was a challenge, but Theodore always loved challenges. That thwack to the knee was only more inspiration to get to the know the person underneath that bold and brash attitude. Unless there wasn't one. If that were the case, he still wouldn't mind her. The attitude was actually a plus.Black orbs watched as she put her hands on the glass, much to the displeasure of the people working inside. God, was this woman stubborn. He watched each step she took. Carefully one foot after the other. Then, almost as if she regained sight that moment, she walked with the utmost confidence. "God, she really is something else." He mumbled with a sigh. Despite the shooting pain in his leg, he smiled and jogged after her. Strong hands gripped the handle to the door, holding it open for her. "This is an act of chivalry, not pity. So don't beat on me in front of all these nice people." A smile could be heard prancing in his words. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Cecilia Cyva on Feb 26, 2015 10:38:21 GMT -6
{ I thought I'd let you know That I don't need the guiding hand of another person who doesn't understand how important my indepenence is. As she headed to the café a couple buildings down from The Book Nook, she could hear her Mystery savior follow with hurried steps in an attempt to catch up to her long strides. Keeping count, C.C. knew exactly where to stop before she started to feel around for the door handle. The blonde knew that the handle was nearly level with her waist, so it should be around that area. As she groped around for the handle, the bell chimed up ahead and she slowly heard the door open, her new little shadow speaking from behind her. It mildly sounded like his voice came from above, which lead her to believe that he was taller. Huh. Go figure.
There was a smile in his voice, an amused expression no doubt on his lips. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh, that bright, charming smile of hers not leaving her face anytime soon.
“You learn quick. I’m impressed” she replied in a teasing tone and sauntered into the café. The lounge singer was greeted by a chorus of hellos from the various waitresses that milled about, taking orders.
“We thought you’d never show up. Got turned around?” one woman asked from her left. She turned her head slightly, a chuckle escaping her lips.
“Just a little. If it wasn’t for my new friend here, I would have been even later than I am. Heaven forbid!”
As she talked she took a left and walked down the familiar aisle she always went down, not even needing her cane for this. She’s gone to the café plenty of times to memorize its layout to a T. Her cane was unnecessary around this familiar place. C.C. counted her steps and stopped, reaching her hand out to look for her chair. It took a moment but she found it and gently pulled it out, seating herself at the table. From what she was told, she sat at the third table in front of the windows. In fact she was smack dab in the center where she could get the most sunlight against her skin. It kept her warm and made her hair turn that shimmery gold she so adored, even if she couldn’t physically see it. C.C. waited until she heard the chair across from her scrape against the floors, signaling that someone was sitting in it. Lacing her fingers together, she rested her chin atop them and hummed thoughtfully as she waited for her favorite waitress to come by to take her order.
“So, since you saved lil’ old me, mind tellin’ me your name sugar? I’m dying to know” she crooned, that teasing tone still very much apparent in her words. “I have to thank you properly for saving my face.” She hooked a couple strands of her hair behind her ear and returned her hands to her previous position, sitting attentively.
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Post by THEODORE LYNCH on Feb 26, 2015 14:28:37 GMT -6
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream The bell chimed above their heads as they entered the cafe. The young woman's teasing tone brought a smile to his lips. "That tends to happen when your limbs are on the line." He chuckled. Words erupted from the cafe's employees. It would appear that she was very popular here. From the sound of it, this cafe was one place that she visited on a daily basis. Theodore knew how the employees felt. Regulars came into the bar quite often, ones that he knew almost everything about. Their family's, their first pet, where they were born. That was how often he interacted with them.The cafe's workers seemed worried about the blonde. She must not have come in as scheduled. The words she spoke in response caused his eyes to roll as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He wasn't sure she could be considered a friend after beating him on a crowded street. Eyes rested on him, though they quickly fluttered away. That's when it hit him. He forgot his sunglasses. His insecurities washed over him within an instant. How could he blame them for their reactions? At times he was even taken aback by his own eyes, despite living with them his whole life. Black eyes darted towards the ground in an attempt to hide them. God only knows what they were thinking. Probably tempted to call the police, worrying that the blind woman was in potential danger.While lost in thought, Theodore didn't even realize that the blind woman had someone slipped past him. Finding her wasn't hard, especially since she was the only one in the store with shimmering blonde hair that he just now noticed thanks to the sunlight. For a moment, the young man forgot how to breathe. A ragged breath finally managed to escape his lips as he slowly wandered over to the table. A strong hand pulled the chair out, cringing as the sound of the chair dragging against the ground. The sound was one that could easily be compared to nails on a chalkboard. At last, the blonde inquired about his name, a teasing tone dancing with her words."My name is Theodore, but please, for the love of all that is good and pure, call me Teddy." Theodore was such an old man name. It didn't suit him at all. Teddy was even a bit of a stretch, for he could never be compared to a teddy bear. Maybe a possessed teddy bear. Black orbs watched as her fingers reeled in strands of her glimmering hair. A look of awe within them. Women were such enchanting and enticing creatures. Especially the ones that came from the sea. "I wouldn't call it saving. You're not some damsel in distress. I learned that the hard way." As if on cue, the pain in his leg returned. That can could deal some serious damage, and Teddy would never again doubt her ability to take care of herself. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Cecilia Cyva on Feb 26, 2015 16:02:11 GMT -6
{ I thought I'd let you know That I don't need the guiding hand of another person who doesn't understand how important my indepenence is. Ah, there he was. He had indeed sat down. For a moment she was worried that one of the girls had simply pushed in the chair and that he had spirited himself away while she went over to her favorite seat. But no, he was there, and he was answering her question, a slight groan at the end of his words.
So his name was Theodore? And it seemed like he wasn’t too fond of his full name. He was probably the type that had an image that didn’t fit his older styled name. Teddy probably had tattoos and piercings too. From what she heard from his voice, she had a feeling this was the case. If she really wanted to be sure, she’d have to check, which required getting position to touch his face first and foremost. That was something she’d ask after they had some food in them and she had something to quench her thirst. Letting him finish his thought, another light, joyful laugh escaped her lips.
“’Teddy’, huh? Cute. I think I’ll call you Teddy Bear~” she cooed with a soft snicker, knowing that this man would no doubt be opposed to such a demeaning nickname. “I’m Cecilia. But call me C.C., sugar.” She lowered her glasses enough to shoot a wink his way, their color as gold as her hair (again, this she had to be told by her bandmates). Sliding the glasses back up to cover her eyes she addressed his second statement. “Oh, I’d say you at least made sure my face didn’t get a nasty scratch. I’d rather not have to make a trip to the hospital after all.”
She shot him a grin and turned her head to the left, hearing light footsteps approach their table.
“Hi C.C.!” a polite but sweet female voice greeted. It only took the lounge singer a moment to identify the girl speaking.
“Emily! My darling girl! I was wondering when you’d appear. Would you mind getting me today’s specials? Let Teddy Bear order first before bringing them though, if you would please” she replied, lifting her chin off her interlaced fingers. She could hear a pen click and a page get folded over, heard the pen scribbling away on paper. She could also hear the girl shuffle and was hit bit the inkling feeling that her favorite waitress was uncomfortable, and that Theodore was equally as uncomfortable. She could feel the tension in the air ripple with apprehension. C.C. knew that the feelings evoked weren’t from her, which meant it was directed towards the man who tagged along with her.
That was a little disconcerting to her. They must have been drawing conclusions from his appearance. C.C. mildly cursed her blindness for once. She needed to make sure both Theo and her girls were comfortable with each other.
“Em, you seem awfully tense” she hummed, practically hearing the girl flinch.
“W-what? No-I-“
“Now, now, my darling girls, if you’re worried about this gentleman across from me, you really shouldn’t. After all, he helped little old me, and that’s saying something. As far as I’m concerned, he’s as sweet as sugar, he is. Ain’t that right Teddy Bear?” C.C. turned her head forward and shot the man a flirty and mildly mischievous smile his way.
After a moment she felt the tension clear away from her girls, and the soft sound of something being placed on her table, but not in front of her.
“I’ll let you decide what you’d like and I’ll return momentarily” she could hear Emily say, and then heard her footsteps grow fainter as she walked away. There, that wasn’t so hard. C.C. settled herself once more, pulling her hands apart, and rested her chin on her right hand, an amused smile dancing on her lips.
“You must have quite an amazingly unique composition. I’m almost jealous I can’t see it” she began conversationally, her free hand tracing patterns on the table’s smooth surface. “Of course, if I could casually touch your face for a couple minutes, I’d be able to map a general outline of what you look like.” C.C. waited, wondering what his response would be. Usually when she hinted around to touching another person, they were startled and tended to refuse out of confusion. Would he do the same? She could only wait and see, figuratively speaking.
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Post by THEODORE LYNCH on Feb 26, 2015 21:13:31 GMT -6
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream Silence droned on between them, making him all the more uncomfortable. His skin burned as people kept turning their attention on him. Every time he looked out of the corner of his eye it looked like they were whispering. Were they making fun of him? Were they talking about how hideous he was? Why wasn't he used to this yet? This was why his parents shunned him from the world. People just weren't ready for something this fantastic. That's what they had told him anyways. As much as he loved himself, he hated his ghoul-like eyes.Her words burned his ears. Teddy Bear? Really? He rolled his eyes, but smiled all the same. "If I could twist your name into something funny, I'd do the same. You're lucky." The young man chuckled. "Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you." Her smile was so radiant that it almost put her hair to shame. Impossible. Everything about her peeked his interest. "I love how you're thanking me now, but when I tried helping you outside you almost broke my leg. I'll never make the mistake to help a woman ever again." The jest was thick in his tone. Could he blame her for being so defensive, though? People probably pitied her everyday, despite how strong and independent she really was.Steps distracted him from his thoughts. A waitress he had noticed staring at him with what appeared to be fear in her eyes. Typical reaction, of course. Cecelia spoke casually with the young waitress, as he was sure she had done since the very first day she walked in here. A low grumble shook his stomach at the talk of food. What kind of food did you even order at a cafe? Did they have beer? Teddy felt completely out of his zone in such a civilized environment. He was used to grimy men ordering beer after beer while selfishly devouring every disgusting peanut that sat in that disgusting dish. Peanuts that sat out all day being fondled by a wide array of men and women. It almost made him gag every time he watched someone eat one. But it was best to not let such disturbing thoughts ruin his time.Things somehow took a more serious route, as C.C. pointed out the tension. Maybe being blind gave you some sort of sixth sense. Or maybe it was just that obvious how uncomfortable everyone was with his presence. For the most part, C.C. handled it with grace. Then the spotlight was on him. The wink sucker punched him in the stomach while the mischievous smile chipped away at his heart. Damn women. "Sweet as apple pie." The young man almost choked on his words. Teddy looked over at the waitress, smiling the most polite smile he could muster. It must have been C.C.'s words that put waitress's mind at ease. With eyes like those it was hard to win over the hearts of young women. Unless they were into people looking like the embodiment of Satan.
The words that came next shocked the young man. An elbow was thrown onto the table, resting his head in his hand. "You shouldn't be jealous, you should be thankful." The young man cooed with a sigh. He couldn't help but wonder if he would be sitting with her right now if she could see. Immediately, the young man felt bad for even thinking such things. She didn't seem to have a judgmental bone in her body. Black robs shot in her direction when she inquired about touching his face. His heart began to beat like a oil drum within his chest. "As you wish." His words sounded confident, although right after those words escaped his lips, he gulped. Strong hands grabbed the hand of hers that was tracing circles on the table, gently placing it upon his cheek. Within minutes the young man was feeling the heat rise to the surface. Red tinting his pale skin. "Try not to fall in love too fast, okay?" He joked, trying to hide the fact that her warm hand on his cheek was slowly torturing him.
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Post by Cecilia Cyva on Mar 7, 2015 11:50:12 GMT -6
{ I thought I'd let you know That I don't need the guiding hand of another person who doesn't understand how important my indepenence is. She laughed another bright, joyous laugh at his grumbling. Oh, he was a charmer he was. It’s true, she did casually try to dislocate his knee, but, he still saved her hide from kissing the pavement. That wouldn’t have been a very enjoyable action that’s for sure. She may not be able to see it, but she wanted to keep her face nice and cut free. No doubt if she returned to the sea with a scratch, her father would freak. And she was admittedly very much a Daddy’s Girl; she didn’t like disappointing him, especially since he hated the fact that she always went to the surface despite her handicap in her human form.
Not wanting to think about that at the moment, C.C. swept the thought away and focused on Teddy choking out his reply to her ‘sweet’ comment. She laughed again, feeling the tension ease away more. The blonde continued to trace unknown patterns into the table as the man continued to speak. She had accidentally let it slip that she wanted to touch his face and, to her surprise, he accepted with grace. Her head shot up, shocked. He… actually conceded without a second thought! That never happened. People always got weirded out when she wanted to touch them. Gentle fingers wrapped around her hand, pulling her hand forward. Her hand met soft skin, prompting a bright, beautiful smile to grace her lips.
“Thank you,” she trilled happily and began to move her hand, her fingers gentle as they traced his skin and ears. She hummed thought fully and lifted her head, now attentive to what she was doing.
Brushing her fingers across his face, she felt soft tresses frame the left side of his face. Following the path of his hair, she found that it nearly brushed his chin. ‘Cute’ she thought to herself and hooked those strands around his ear for the time being. Oh? Her hand paused, and her head tilted to the side slightly. She had felt something cold and hard press against her fingers when she touched his ear. Curious, she brought them back over and ran her fingers along his ear.
“So you do have piercings~” she stated with a giggle. “I had the feeling you’d be the type to have lots of piercings. I’m glad to know my perception of people through their voices haven’t been wrong yet!” She grinned once more towards his direction.
Continuing on from his ear, she found the start of his jawline and gently traced it. Her mind started to compose a picture of his likeness in her head with every touch. He had a strong jawline, but it had gentle slopes to it that had a regality to it. She hummed in approval at this discovery, tracing the rest of his jaw it her other hand. Her hands traveled upwards, brushing what felt like his cheeks. They were high, and as soft as the rest of his skin. Wondering if he had a lot of piercings on his other ear, she let her fingers slide over to his ears and brushed along them. Slowly, she counted softly, drawing in earrings in her head. Bringing her hand up a little higher, she felt soft, short hair. Hm? She ran her hands along that shorter patch and found that that part was shaved, while the other half way long. He probably had it in a ponytail too. He was just getting more and more interesting. Bringing her hands down once more, she felt around and brushed cold metal once more on the left side of his face, right next to where his eyes would be. So he had another piercing there.
“Close your eyes for me, will you sugar?” she cooed with a smile and waited for a moment before her fingers traced his eyelid and the underside on his eye. It felt like he had almond shaped eyes, so she drew that in her mind too. Her fingers traveled upwards, running along his eyebrows. They were thin, much to her surprise, and she mentally drew that too. Following the line that connected the nose to the eyebrow, she felt his nose, drawing it as she went, right down to his lips.
“Sorry if I make you a little uncomfortable here, love.” With that she allowed her right hand to gently trace the shape of his lips with the very tips of her fingers. His top was thin, but not terribly so. As she traced the bottom lip, her gentle fingers found a hoop ring, and her grinned broadened. More piercings him? Her left hand traced his other eyebrow, to put that into memory, and found two more piercings. She made a soft hum of contemplation and retracted her hands, resting her chin in the right one once more.
“As I thought. You have a very unique composition. And from the picture I drew in my head, you are quite the handsome man~” she commented in a conversational manner. “And, sugar? There’ll be a higher chance of you falling for me first,” she purred teasingly, pushing up her glasses on to her head to give him another wink. She idly wondered what his response would be to her little statement. He was an incredibly laid back individual from what she could gather from the way he spoke. But he was definitely interesting, that was for sure, and he seemed to have a thing for piercings.
“Hmm… now I wonder what you do for a living. I bet you’re a piercer, or you’re a tattoo artist. Maybe a bartender? Or a Bouncer to clubs? The possibilities are nearly endless, and I must say, I am very curious about you, sugar.”
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Post by THEODORE LYNCH on Mar 21, 2015 19:38:53 GMT -6
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream Her thanks held quite a bit of shock within it, but the thoughts soon melted away as her warm hands met his face. The heart within his chest began to beat at an alarming place. His eyes widened and a look of pure shock washed over his face. At this point in time he was glad that she was devoid of sight, so he wouldn't have to deal with her snarky remarks. Right after he had that thought, he felt bad for thinking such things. Her tease wasn't all that bad.
The next time she spoke it was about his piercings. A smile graced his lips. Finally, something to distract him from her soft hands exploring every curve of his face. "Yeah, I'm not exactly the most normal looking person." He chuckled. "In case you couldn't already tell." Of course that should have already been made obvious upon entering the coffee shop. Theodore didn't want to think about such negative thoughts, so he allowed himself to be swept away by her touch once more. Her hands brushes his jaw, then his ears, then his cheeks. The second her hands graced his hair, a flutter erupted in his heart. Nothing felt greater to him than a pair of hands being entangled in his locks. The moment didn't last as long as he had wanted.
A gentle command left her lips, and he did as he was told. The world around him disappeared as her fingers brushed his eyelids. As soon as her fingers left his eyelids, his red eyes shot open, instantly locking onto her face. Another thing to be grateful for. He could admire her features all he wanted, without having to worry about her noticing it. Even still, he felt guilty of taking advantage of this. Theodore tried his hardest to focus on something else, without ripping his face away from her hands. There was nothing else in this building that quite caught his attention like she did. Damn women. They were so enticing. Red eyes landed on her once more, not content with spending his time looking at anything else.He almost didn't catch her words as her fingers dove for his lips. His heart pounded within his chest. How unfair that women could drive men mad with just a single touch. Teddy wanted to speak, but didn't want to disturb the lips that traced his lips. Her grin grew, which only caused his to grow as well. The smile slowly disappeared as she pulled her hands from his face. Of course now she was talking about his features. Handsome. The word almost made him shudder. "Thank you." The words barely made it past his lips. Compliments were something he was used to, but they always sounded weird in his ears. C.C's next choice of words made him look at her in awe, but he managed to somehow keep his words composed. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see who caves first."
How was she so damn good at figuring people out? She seemed to know everything about him, and all she had to do was touch his face. "Damn, you're good. I'm a bartender." The young man chuckled. "I'm glad to have you so curious. Means I'm doing something right."
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Post by Cecilia Cyva on Apr 20, 2015 15:47:04 GMT -6
{ I thought I'd let you know That I don't need the guiding hand of another person who doesn't understand how important my indepenence is. She listened to him speak, keeping quiet to really hear his voice and commit it to memory. After all, if she were to pick him out in a crowd, she would need to be familiar with his tone of voice and speech pattern. It would make things all the more easier for her in the long run. That smile of hers never disappeared, even when she heard the change of tone with his ‘thank you’. Naturally this made her curious. Why did he say it in such a pained tone? She didn’t quite understand it. Teddy almost sounded… pained in a way, as if he didn’t quite believe that she was complimenting and that maybe, he was uncomfortable with being called as such. Naturally C.C. committed this to memory and filed away the observation for later, just in case they became closer and came back to earth, listening intently once again.
When he was finished she let out a soft chuckle and leaned back in her seat, her now visible eyes trained on to the area where she thought his head was, those unseeing gold colored eyes of hers shimmering with child-like glee.
“When you don’t have the convenience of seeing everything, you start figuring people out not with your eyes, but with everything else.” She explained, with a soft shrug of her bare shoulder. “The way the person talks, the small sounds they make, the smell, so on and so forth, they all become indicators. Honestly, I prefer being blind sometimes. It gives me a chance to figure people out by their personality, not by their looks. It’s like solving a really complicated puzzle.”
As she said this she unconsciously pushed her glimmering tresses behind her shoulders and paused, hearing footsteps approach. The footfalls gave her a clear indicator that Emily had returned. She heard the sound of something clinking against each other and could almost smell the crisp coolness of fresh, ice cold water. The thought quickly reminded her how thirsty she had been. Cecilia had to remind herself constantly that she wasn’t human, and that consuming a lot of water while on the surface was essential to her survival. Thankfully her friends here at Café Éclair remembered for her, otherwise her father would have a proverbial cow over her carelessness.
“Sorry this took a while C.C. We wanted to make sure it was nice and cold before bringing the pitcher out” the waitress Emily apologized, placing the pitcher on the table (to which C.C. knew since she heard it come down with a low ‘clink’).
“It’s no trouble at all my dear. I completely forgot to be honest” she replied with a sheepish smile, turned her head slightly so she could at least seem like she was giving her attention to the girl. “Also, make my order two specials please, and can I have two separate drinks- something sweet, and something bitter. Or perhaps something with a little kick suitable for a bartender~” C.C. didn’t know what Teddy liked taste wise, but if he was a bartender then there must be something he prefers, and perhaps something a little on the bitter side, though she couldn’t be sure. She figured this was the best way to figure that little puzzle out quickly and efficiently.
When she was given the okay and the order was taking, the tall blonde allowed herself to turn back to the table, her fingers ghosting along the smooth surface gently, as not to tip over anything. Soon, her fingers found something smooth- her glass. Good. That was the first step. Next she searched for the pitcher, to which she found pretty quick thanks to how cold it was. Her hand reached for the handle and grasped it firmly, her other hand holding the cup and bring it up to the spout. Having done a lot of trial and error attempting to pour her own water, C.C. now knew how to pitcher was shaped and how tall the glasses were to pour accordingly. And so she poured herself some water, counting seconds in her head before she stopped and set the pitcher back down. C.C. brought the cup to her lips and took a long drink, sighing in relief as the cool liquid slid down her throat. She felt instantly better. A hum of content passed her lips as she set the glass back down.
“So, Mr. Teddy, tell me more about yourself. You’ve sufficiently piqued my interest, as you’re now aware. What’s it like being a bartender? I’m certain you’ve had more than your share of bizarre occurrences. I’m curious about them” she stated conversationally, lacing her fingers around the cold glass. C.C. definitely wanted to learn about this unique stranger across from her.
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