Post by Iriel Parker on Jun 27, 2015 1:54:12 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on This world was strange, trees hung at odd angles that defied gravity and the sky above was a wonderful shade of red that faded into a wine color. There were no physical buildings but mere chalk outlines of where buildings should be in a natural city setting but the lamp post seemed to work rather well to brighten up a small walk way that led into an even stranger garden. Flamingo garden ornaments walked about idly and did their own thing and not paying attention to the fact an invader was there moving among them,
The strange garden made from colors that couldn't possibly exist seemed to switch and rotate like a spot light. The winding bath would eventually come to a stop to a small koi pond where the dreamer would be located. At the edge of it sat a rather naked Iriel and in front of him resting on a dead tree was his bird self. The large avian shifted too and fro with its head cocked to one side as if listening to the other Iriel.
Every so often it would zone out and return to listen and then once again get distracted by something that walked by. When that happened it looked like a whispy figure flew past and the human Iriel only smiled before trying to talk to the bird again.
With a soft sigh, Iriel snapped his fingers at the bird. "Do pay attention. I am talking to you." he said softly. But the bird wasn't listening and kept looking around or just spacing out without any hope. "This isn't how this works, Iriel." Said the naked boy with a hopeless sigh. Ruffling his hair he splashed his bird self back into awareness. "Seriously, something just isn't right here in our heads. Now listen to me and be a good boy. Say, No. Say, no to the child. No, no, pay attention. You need to retain something, you bird brain. Oh! It isnt that hard to pay attention to me!"
The bird looked back and cried out in shock and being a bit pissed from the water being splashed. "What? Don't do that, thats mean to me...I don't know what your---oh---butterfly. I like butterflies."
"That's not..."
"Hm? Not? Not what?" Iriel slowly put a hand to his face and pulled down. Lord, how did this even work? Why was he talking to himself? What was he even doing and why was he even naked. With a heavy sigh he just reached out and hugged the bird to his chest, watching it fade away. It was at that point he turned towards the invader and stared with uncertainty.
Then, his vision went past him to something Misha couldn't see and Iriel lowered his head. "I don't like touching things..."
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jun 29, 2015 1:35:35 GMT
Words Outfit | Honestly it wasn't like he meant to dream walk. These things just happened and he of course had to deal with it. No matter how much he might not actually want to. Honestly for Misha this whole situation was really weird and he didn't entirely know what to make of it at this point. It was not like Misha had wanted to invade Iriel's dreams just some strange stuff happened. And he ended up here. To be completely honest he didn't quite have control over his dream walking. But he didn't want to cause problems either. Sighing lightly he just took off his jacket and set it over Iriel's shoulders. "Jeez...I don't even want to ask about any of this. Why were you talking to your bird self?" He tilted his head and almost wondered what he would say. Misha didn't quite understand where any of this went. Or what he was supposed to do about it. He was just dream walking and invading someone else's thoughts. Not exactly a bad thing but was it a good thing? Maybe not. He had just pushed his way into someone else's territory. Someone else's head without meaning too. This as not something that he wanted to talk about. After all he was more worried about Iriel, and about this whole setting. Walking into this situation and dream had been rather interesting. He almost had no idea what this dream was about. But he couldn't help being curious. Iriel had his own stresses even if he didn't show them. So maybe this was what the dream had to be about. He felt horrible about not being able to help him sometimes. What else was he supposed to say? But he might as well try to help Iriel out. At least let him talk about things. "Iriel, are you really okay?" He looked at him and tilted his head. What was he thinking? Why would he say that? "You don't like touching things why?" Misha's face was still a bit red from this situation. It was just a dream but so what, he was basically dream walking without meaning too. It had just suddenly happened. And now he had to figure out what was going on with Iriel anyway. Would Iriel explain it? Or just go back into his own little bubble and that world he seemed to have in his head. Though really Misha treading through his head had confused the hunter quite a bit. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jun 29, 2015 3:07:30 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on Iriel turned towards the invader with a look of interest. As pre usual, Iriel watched the male walk towards him, drap fabric over his nude form and then take a seat. The bird did not touch the fabric with his hands and kept them between his legs for safe keeping. Now came the questions and answers would soon follow.
Iriel raised a brow at the young hunter, "Because he is an idiot. A very big idiot whose brain is stuck on rewind rather then fast forward." The words came out in an off hand manner. "Hmm, don't you talk to yourself when you find yourself being stupid?"
The bird went silent then and turned his vision to the gound. The whole background had shifted into a new place and what appeared to be a playground. In the place of the once naked Iriel was now a small child form of himself, clothed in a long white shirt that went past his knees. The jacket still rested over his shoulders. The child did not have his normal undercut but was in a long braid and drawing in one the ground with a stick.
Around the two of them where children playing a games and clearly not including Iriel on purpose. Iriel looked up and sighed and soon returned to his crude doodle of a stick figure of a girl with fire in her eyes. "Daddy says I shouldn't talk to strangers." He replied and totally avoding the next questions. However, at the mention of touching things he stabbed at the ground like a corner child. "...but you're not a stranger, are you?"
His stick returned to his drawing and this time included a wolf and a second stick figure that appeared to be shaking something at the girl stick figure. "I don't like it. Daddy says I shouldn't touch a lot of things because someone might get mad...or scared"
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jun 30, 2015 0:48:29 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha wanted to freak out quite a bit more however he did not. It'd probably not matter. Since of course this was all rather weird for him to get stuck into. Iriel was his friend, and he had other thoughts to him. What was he supposed to know about all of this. The dream walking made him feel weird. Almost like he might be invading his friends thoughts. Even if he did want to see if he was in those thoughts. Perhaps because Misha was curious about how Iriel felt. The things Iriel had going through his mind. "Iriel? Are you so sure about that? I mean you do some weird things yes. But so what that doesn't mean you should do this." Misha didn't really think of it as that odd with other things Iriel had done. But still what was he supposed to say. "I do talk to myself I guess...when I do something stupid. But I've done it so many times." He sighed lightly and almost wondered what he'd do now. It'd probably not help. After all who knew just what stress would end up being caused if he let his thoughts win too much. Honestly all that Misha had been through was not easy for him, it truly never had been. He was letting his thoughts get the better of him quite often lately. Just not here in this dream with Iriel. The shifting of the scene gave him a sudden splitting headache. Misha stumbled, and almost fell on his ass as he tried to right his mind and the scene around him. It was just not likely going to end up helping either. Smaller Iriel? What the hell just happened. It was almost as if he didn't know this was a dream, it made him feel strange to still be trespassing in this dream. In this space that was supposed to belong to Iriel alone at this point. "I'm not a stranger sweetie. You'll see me again. I'm no stranger to you, so don't worry about me. Let's just play a little bit huh?" He sat down with a stick and started to draw things next to Iriel. This was so strange to him but of course Misha learned to play along. He'd always managed to at least be able to play along with some of the things Iriel did or some of what happened to him. "You shouldn't always listen to Daddy. Daddy might not know best." He was just wondering what was going on here, but at the same time he didn't know what to do. Misha felt a bit stressed if he wanted to be completely honest about all of it. This dream was not his to be in and yet here he was. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jun 30, 2015 3:55:06 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on With the stick, Iriel made a steady poking motion at the ground and stopping every so often to doodle pictures that had no meaning to Mischa but plenty for him. It was a mixture of all his concerns, his worries, and his joy. It depicted how he felt in his current situation. But it would be no easy task to try and figure out what it all meant unless asked.
The children around Iriel played still and every so often a few would stop and stare, sometimes they would make faces at him or come up with a mean song. Iriel, however, did not respond to a single motion because he was sadly quite used to it. "I like playing." He commented softly. "You're wrong, listening to Daddy is a good idea. Because, because I made the neighbor made when I touched her tea cup. She didn't like what I had to say, nor did the kids in my school. They don't like me. They say I'm weird."
Idly, he scribbled out his current scribbles and changed them into a stick figure Misha and one of Ele with horns. But with her, he hadded a halo above the horns and smiled. "I like her...she's nice." He commented with slapping the stick on Ele.
Once again, the kids stopped to look at Iriel. None of them said a single words. They seemed to be waiting on something to happen though as their images twisted and turned into abstract appeareances. Then suddenly, they reverted back to normal--laughing and playing. Iriel's dreams really made no sense at all.
"She makes the scary things go away..."
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jun 30, 2015 17:42:31 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha looked over the drawings and wondered what to say. Iriel was trying his best to do something wasn't he? But of course at that same moment he couldn't help being curious. Waiting till the boy finished speaking, he was looking at the scene around him. Misha's thoughts were a lot of confusion and it seemed Iriel's head was hard to decipher the things going through it. Really he knew his friend but entirely well enough to understand all of this going on here. "Well who cares if you are weird. Weird is better than being a stiff, so papa might think he knows best but he's being a bit too stiff. Now why don't you tell me about these drawings?" He was curious about them after all, of course he could tell who they were just a little. But stick drawings didn't always straight out look like people sometimes. Iriel was such a cute child. Though Misha didn't know what to say about this. Walking in his dreams had never been something like this. He didn't think he would have run into Child Iriel. But maybe it was supposed to happen. Maybe he was supposed to see this and it was why he was here. However at the same time he'd rather just not talk about it either way. Sighing lightly he thought he'd be able to calm down once again. Focus back on what Iriel was showing. "Oh I see so you like her. What does she do besides make the scary things go away? And what does this other guy do? The drawings have a lot of meaning to you?" He asked with a tilt of his head. Iriel would likely remember this but Misha didn't care. He wanted to keep on asking at the very least anyway. Maybe he could learn a bit more about Iriel at this point. It sounded like a plan to him and yet he still felt a bit confused. Worried might even be a better word for it. However he'd never say anything about that either. It'd be for the best in his opinion of course. Yet he had to wonder if Iriel would catch onto this or if he'd even remember all of this. Iriel was his friend but he still hoped he didn't remember. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 1, 2015 5:12:57 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on Little Iriel just sighed softly as he listened to Misha speak. It wasn't that he was ignoring him or being disheartened by his words, it was just he couldn't understand them too well. He knew what the other was telling him but it didn't click the way Misha was wanting. Iriel agreed with his father and that it was bad to touch things. If he touched anything he invaded someones past without permission. He would see things he shouldn't and sometimes those memories stayed with him longer then he would of liked. Explaining that was diffcult to another person so he didn't try.
Instead he moved along to the next question and would answer by pointing at each figure while speaking about them. "I like her, she is my best friend and has been for a long time. She has pretty art, listens to me, but she does get horny sometimes when shes mad...then I have to make her hats." He moved on to the next. "And he's my friend too...and very nice. I like him. He's fun and..." Iriel narrows his small eyes at the hunter and leans forward. "Looks...kinda...like you, strange."
Now the bird looked clearly confused with this new bit of information he didn't notice before.
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 1, 2015 19:37:04 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha didn't know what to say it seemed, but of course at the same time he still felt stressed out. It was likely not going to help, or get him anywhere either. He needed to just let his friend figure out what was going on here, or what might end up happening. Anyway for a moment he felt that stress was going to get to one or both of them. And he didn't want to think about that either. Misha liked to make Iriel feel better but was he even any good at that? Lately it seemed he wasn't but that must be his own fault somehow. However he refused to talk about that, all he could do right now was glance at his friend. Such a cute child and yet he seemed so sad almost. Just what had happened. It was not like they took the time to talk about the past. Iriel had his, Misha had his and some parts of both were likely wanted to be forgotten. So why had he trespassed into his dreams? Out of curiosity, concern or something? He really didn't know but all Misha could do was sit there and listen to the other boy talk. Learning more about him might be a start. Iriel always seemed so happy or just naive so this was new to see him kinda like this. Even though it was probably not so weird if he paid more attention and wasn't always so wrapped up in his hunting. But he wanted to keep people safe, Iriel being one of them and Ele too but he couldn't tell her that. "Oh really huh? Well that's good, at least she helps you a lot. Horny sometimes when she gets mad, and hats. Yea that sounds like Ele for ya. So you really like making hats?" He smiled and just looked at the child version of Iriel as he continued to talk about the drawings. Misha almost wondered if this was okay, he felt that he should have left long ago, but no he was still here anyway. He always had to wonder what Iriel felt about him. They were friends but what else were they. Why did this whole situation leave him more confused then it should. "He's nice huh? You really like being friends with him I take it? Well if I let you in on a little secret will you keep it between us? Hm? He looks like me. That's a bit strange." He shrugged, Really he was not lying and saying he wasn't who he was. He just wasn't right out say who he was, or that the drawing was him. Really Iriel could figure it out and he likely would in time. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 3, 2015 4:08:31 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on "I don't know..." The boy shrugged his shoulders at his friend with a tilted head. He hadn't a clue what he liked to make but he knew he liked Ele. At the suggestion of keeping a secert the little boy nodded that he would keep it to himself. But there was also a good chance that by morning Iriel would not recall the information.
For a third time, the scenary started to change when Iriel narrowed his eyes in curiosity of Misha. It went too and fro until it finally settled on an empty classroom. Iriel was back to being his sixteen year old self, clothed in one of his favorite summer dresses. He seemed interested in Misha with unblinking eyes.
"You look familiar..." The classroom remained empty but students walked about outside the classes room. This caused Iriel to look away to see what was happening beyond the door but all there was, was shapes of people moving about. They both could hear the students out there talk about their day, about their class, and about Iriel. None of which was pleasent to hear about and that made the bird frown.
Iriel didn't have a lot of friends for obivious reasons. He stuck out like a sore thumb among his supernatural classmates. Everyone thought he was an odd duckling and was often picked on. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his head feeling a bit pained. Pushing himself from the teachers desk that he had been sitting on he went straight for Misha.
Standing before him, he tilted his head while ignoring the rest of the world. "I don't know how I forget such a handsome face." The boy smiled. His tattooed fingers came up to rest on either side of the human's face. No name came to mind and no relation to the face in front of him. Strange. Was there maybe something on Misha that would remind Iriel who he might be? Curious on that note, Iriel's hands wondered down the human's body, looking for some clues to his idenity.
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 3, 2015 5:08:28 GMT
Words Outfit | Honestly he was just having a conversation here, seeing just how it'd go and what he might get into. After all his life was rather weird but interesting. So being happy about being in someone else's dreams was supposed to be weird. Yet he didn't find Iriel's dream that weird, just explaining a bit more about Iriel being how he was. Or at least that was how Misha saw it. Of course he was still kinda trespassing so he did feel horrible about doing this. Maybe Iriel would not remember, he'd have to forgive him some other way somehow. The scene changing started to give him another headache. He still did not like that feeling as if he needed to throw up. Misha wished Iriel would be able to stop it from changing scenes so fast. He didn't want to lose what little was in his stomach. "I do? Well maybe you..have seen me before." He was not even sure how to think of this, or what to say. Did he want to admit he was Misha? Or something? Would it be okay if he did. Or maybe he'd let Iriel figure this out anyway. Sighing lightly he just hoped this would be okay and nothing too bad would happen. After all Iriel was a bit of an air head so maybe this would be easy. He did hope this was easy at the very least. The classroom setting though, it caught him off guard. He always hated classrooms it was why he tried to miss his own classes whenever he could. Or use hunting as an excuse at the very least. But now he was sort listening to the things around him at least. The things people said. Poor Iriel had a hard time with just about everything didn't he? Misha felt so confused with the constant changes so when he saw a bigger Iriel. He didn't know what to do, after all Iriel was not smaller than him anymore. Now it was back to the way it'd always been. But he still felt a bit stressed, panicked. Like something bad might happen or was it good? To be completely honest he had very little ideas about that stuff. Misha felt his face heat up and the dark red had to be all over it. He couldn't tell but he was certain it had to be. "H-huh? Me? I-I don't think so." Misha squirmed and tried to step back, he was not certain what he was doing but it made his face even darker. That blush was going to be the death of him or no Iriel was going to be the death of him. All the bruises, scars and perhaps his flustered personality would alert Iriel to who he was. "You want to know who I am? Then...look closer." He mumbled, even though he seemed really nervous. Iriel was not like this. Or at least he hadn't seen it that often before. So it made him so easily flustered. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 7, 2015 1:22:24 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼  NOTES: ---- | The longer he stood there before Misha with his hands still moving across the others clothing and then came to rest on his shoulders. His head remained at a tilt while his eyes narrowed in thought. He looked really familiar but from where? His mental hands reached out for the information and grasped some here and there.
"I know I have." He commented with mild confidence. But of course, he was telling the truth and finding out who this was would be music to his ears. He had the strangest feeling that the boy didn't belong in his dreams but at the same time he didn't give a shit. Someone was here that wasn't changing like everything else did in his sleep.
It was a pleasant change and one that must have some kind of meaning. Iriel's hands came to a rest, folded behind Misha's neck while the bird stepped closer. He leaned into the human, leaving no space between them. In the dream world, Iriel's power did not work and so, for a change, he couldn't steal a memory from Misha.
Now it was all left to Iriel's poor memory to understand who this might be in his mist. "I know, I know you. I've drawn you but I can't remember who you are." He paused to really stare at the man in question now, leaning closer in the most innocent of fashions but to an outside view it would look like something else.
"You're stiff, why? Why not just tell me who you are...or...are you not supposed to be here?" |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 7, 2015 22:32:46 GMT
Words Outfit | Misha shivered, the feeling of Iriel exploring his clothes. All of this was weird and he didn't entirely know what he was supposed to do. It made him feel seriously weird that Iriel was doing this in his dreams. Did this happen because Misha dream walked? Or something. He did not understand it but of course he was not going to complain. The boy did almost find this okay somehow, just Misha was an easily flustered boy. Honestly he always had been. Misha didn't know what to make of this. The feelings for Iriel were still fluttering around in his head of course. But he needed to deal with that now. Why hadn't the idea of Misha settled into Iriel's head yet? Did he not remember Misha or was it just because this was dream world. Sighing lightly he just wondered what to say. The blush was spreading across his cheeks again, it was getting ten times darker the longer this guy continued. Seriously Iriel was making him feel weird. The tight feeling of his pants was all Iriel's fault. Why the hell did he have to do this? Even if it did make him feel something he didn't entirely get either. Misha wanted to shake his feelings off and pretend they didn't exist. But he should have known it was not going to be that easy. The hands folded behind his neck made him squirm awkwardly. He barely knew what he was supposed to say here. Misha wanted to stop this but then at the same time he didn't. Misha was not going to be able to was he? Self control was for nothing here wasn't it. Too bad he was not as prepared as he wished to be. This was a side he was not prepared to see. Iriel being like this was kinda normal but mostly not. Outside of dreams this guy was a goofball who laughed and did stupid but amusing things. But this was okay. Misha thought it'd be fine, no one else would know. "You know Iriel, you really know. Just think about it. I-I'm stiff because you are really close to me and touching me..N-not that I mind really." He blushed and squeaked a little bit, the squeak made him feel even more awkward. At this moment he felt calm now. His hands reaching over to grab onto Iriel's arms. "This is your dream. Am I a part of your dream little birdie?" This was so awkward, getting turned on in a dream. But he didn't want to admit his nerves. Iriel had seriously caught him off guard. It made him feel so nervous and strange no matter how he tried to look at it. Either way his life was getting a bit weird now from walking into this dream. Misha didn't count this as a mistake but it made him feel weird to think about. He wanted to ask Iriel more, how he felt? Or other sort of things. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 8, 2015 4:12:56 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: ---- | The ever slow bird tilted his head to one side and then to the other in thought. What was so awkward about this position that caused Misha to stutter? He didn't understand the cause nor the reason to why Misha was stiff as well. Certainly, standing like this wasn't a bad thing now was it? Ele didn't care if he was close to her and Neil seemed to be okay with it. Everything considered, even random folk seemed to be okay with it.
Or, at least, so he thought before the dark bodies of students moved about in the background. The muttering returned and some even pointed at the two of them. Iriel glanced at them and rested his head on his friends chest. Random rumors started to fly in the boys dream then that all pointed towards him with someone and how odd that was to see. Afterall, who was crazy enough to want to be around that bird freak?
The bird seemed focused on those around him and looked away. Slowly, the boy nodded against his chest. "Yes, it's only a dream and your in it too...it makes it better." He admitted and the people left the room again as the bell rung. Apparently, class was over but the people outside still moved about. |
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Post by Misha Tsarev on Jul 8, 2015 5:02:55 GMT
Words Outfit | This bird boy was really a bit slow but he didn't mind. Misha found him amusing and adorable in his own way however he'd still rather not talk about it. It was not like he knew what to do either way, perhaps Misha was trying to raise his guard too much right now. All because Iriel was so close to him and he had to admit that he felt things. Felt weird things he did not entirely understand obviously. Misha felt way more nervous than he liked. It was just not helpful to him to begin with either. Iriel and Misha were stuck here. Or perhaps stuck here was not a bad thing he almost liked part of this feeling. Misha reached to run his fingers through Iriel's hair. "Cut out the voices, they don't matter. The only thing that matters is the person right in front of you." Iriel did not deserve this, those whispers. But of course Misha didn't care what other people thought. His little bird boy was his bird and that was simple as that. What anyone said would just not bother him to begin with at this point. Of course people probably didn't even care, or want to know anything about what he was doing. Sighing lightly he felt that things were going to get a bit weird from here obviously. Misha had to shove his walls down so he didn't need to feel anything at this point. It'd probably be okay if he did those things. "If it makes it better then this is good really. I do want to make a lot of things better for you." At least this what he thought. "Tell me my little bird. do you want to get away from all of this? These stupid people who don't know when to shut up." He stood up while trying to keep his grip on Iriel. Sadly it did not work very well, his foot got caught on something and he fell forward pushing Iriel down with him onto the desk. This had not gone as planned, he did not mean to do that. But what was he supposed to say anyway? This whole thing had gone weird so freaking fast but he'd figure it out later on, if that was all he could really do. He felt the blush staining his cheeks again as he looked down at Iriel. This was not how he wanted this dream to go. Iriel Parker |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 8, 2015 16:28:55 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: ---- | Cutting out the voices was easier said then done. It was much eqsier ignoring them when he was awake but when he was sleeping his dreams had a life of their own. The voices and shadows here where reflections of what he ignored during classes both verbally and what he picked up mentally. Sometimes, his dreams would be normal, happy, or just flat out random. Other times, his dreams went like this with no dorection and doong whatever it pleased whenever it pleased.
it could go from voices to phsyical pokes and jabs. It was strange really but it was all in his head after all, just like his friend being here. It wouldnt be the first time he dreamt of Misha or Neil for that mater. Sometimes one was here and other times both. Regardless, Iriel huffed lightly. He did his best to ignore them but when he did they grew louder. But all of them remained outside the door.
The phoenix sighed and remained attached to Misha like he was a pillar of support. The bird looked up at the human with a lok of confusion. Get away from all of this? "Thats not possible." He repiled softly. "They're always here and they're always loud..." It didnt matter if he was awake or asleep, he would always hear voices that werent his own, the rumors, the talk. It was just part of his life.
But what surprised the bird the most was Mishas accidental trip that sent them backwards. Landing on his back on a desk want at all comfortable. The boy grunted and rubbed his head with one hand. My, how awkward. Iriel turned his gaze on Misha who eested above him. The poor bird turned a small shade of pink but said nothing for a moment. "Erm, you....okay? Hm? Misha?" The boy blonked in confusion as well as realization of who this person was on top of him. |
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