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Post by konstantine on Feb 28, 2012 17:30:52 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - If I were s♥t♥r♥o♥n♥g enough To be s♥o♥m♥e♥o♥n♥e like you- - - - - - - - - - - - - It had felt nice to let her shape free, and for a short few moments, she'd forgotten her fears and anxiety, but suddenly they all came back. What if Devon attacked her now because he didn't like her? What if she'd done something wrong? Devon didn't look angry... But neither did my friend back then, she thought, a slight shiver running down her spine. Last time she'd revealed her power to anyone, she'd been attacked for it. Most of those who'd assaulted her had been humans, but they'd been led by a monster. This is what drove Konstantine to fear her powers more than anything probably. She'd seen the destruction they could do.
Much to her relief though, Devon chuckled, instead of seeming annoyed or angry. His grin helped her relax a little, but her blush didn't fade. Did she feel better? She had..now, she wasn't completely sure. It wasn't her shifting that had made her feel safer now, it was the fact that Devon didn't seem to care at all. Finally, she nodded, and let a small smile appear on her lips again. "Yeah," she agreed softly, pushing herself back to her feet.
The man's next question made Konstantine's gaze drop to her feet and her smile fade again. Why didn't she like to shift? Well, truthfully, she loved to shift. But she was afraid of it. How could she explain that? "My..." she began, but cut herself off. She couldn't get herself to say that her parents had been killed by their own kind. Other people with powers like theirs. She tried to start over. "Well...I was..." Once more, Konstantine cut herself off. Neither could she speak of the assault.
Suddenly, a feeling of weakness washed over Konstantine, even more so than usual. She bit her lip and stood, staring at her own feet. There were more reasons. Changing was difficult. Konstantine had never gotten it down perfectly. No matter what shape she took, she was always a paler, pastel version of that creature. She couldn't take the form of other humans as well as others of her kind. Her lack of practice had caught up to her, and her transformations were never perfect replicas. "I...I just..." a soft sigh escaped Konstantine and she fell silent. She couldn't explain. Especially not to a man she'd just met.
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Post by devon on Mar 7, 2012 0:18:03 GMT -5
The tall teen reclined back on one arm, at ease with the situation. He hadn't a care about Konstantine and he was finding that this was taking his mind off of his own issues. He didn't want to wonder how his sister was doing or if those guys were still after him. He hoped that his absence was the best thing. Out of sight, out of mind. He really hoped that it wasn't affecting his sister. He didn't want to think that he had left, abandoning her to deal with his shit. He pushed the thoughts way for now.
He put his full focus on the shape shifter that didn't seem to be able to answer him. He raised a hand, waving the thought off. It's cool. You don't have to tell me, He said, figuring that she really didn't want to share her reasons. If her stumbling over the words was indication, she didn't want to open up. He thought that her reasoning was that she was afraid to let anyone in. That was fine. He didn't find it a way to live, hiding who she was, but that was not his issue.
Devon at least had a way to let his true nature out. He was able to make deals, play games with people. He shifted on his own to save the poor humans, but even in front of him some of his nature out. He felt bad that Konstantine felt like she needed to keep all of herself hidden away. If there was any place that she should feel free to be herself, it was going to be here. He was left wondering how long she had to keep her secret and what kind of conditioning had led her to be like this.
The red head didn't feel like he could simply sit there in silence. What are you studying here? Devon asked, figuring he would ask something easy. There was nothing wrong with sharing what classes they were taking. No one would be angry or condemning about that. That's what he told himself anyway. Being so skittish, he wasn't sure how the small blond would find that question. |
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Post by konstantine on Mar 14, 2012 22:04:38 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - If I were s♥t♥r♥o♥n♥g enoughTo be s♥o♥m♥e♥o♥n♥e like you- - - - - - - - - - - - - Konstantine smiled slightly, grateful that she didn't have to vocalize her past. Devon was nice, or, that's what she thought until she looked up. She blinked, gazing at him (or through him as it seemed) with her wide eyes. It felt like all the air was sucked out of her chest as she did. He was nice, but he still terrified her. Everything terrified her. Everyone terrified her. Why did she have to be such a coward? I...I bet Devon's brave, not like me, she thought gloomily. In truth, Konstantine figured Devon would find her too boring to be her friend, but she wouldn't admit it to herself.
In fact, now that Konstantine thought about it, she was probably wasting his time. He'd probably rather her go away and leave him there to his own business. But he asked another question, so maybe...he didn't mind. "S...studying?" she repeated softly, tilting her head slightly and making her curls bounce and sway. "Well...The only class I'm s...signed up for at the moment is Care of Non-Magical Creatures..." Her soft voice waved slightly as she spoke, but she replied fully, and even kept talking. Honestly, Konstantine was liking having a normal conversation. It wasn't something she'd done for a while. "I thought maybe...I could learn new shapes then..."
Wait...was that stupid? Konstantine blinked and bit her lip slightly. That even made her sound cowardly she though. It struck Konstantine how awful she was at making impressions. Then it struck her that she didn't really know what she was good at. She wasn't even good at transformations and she was a shapeshifter. I have the violin... she thought, reaching up to tug slightly at her bow, adjusting it. "W...what about you?"
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