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Post by Elicia Alexander on Jun 8, 2008 8:47:57 GMT 1
He wanted to hear her play the violin? She blushed and smiled, nodding. She would let him hear if he wanted, she would be starting up orchestra again today but she had already dropped her instrument off yesterday so she didn't have to carry it everywhere. It got cumbersome not to mention sometimes she would forget the whole thing all together and have to go trapsing about the school hunting it down. So she usually dropped it off, she had a school violin and a home violin and they stayed in their respective places. When he mentioned her painting, she knew that she would paint for him. Make something beautiful just for him. Even if they were never anything more than friends, he had done enough today as it was to deserve something such as that. Something he might hang on the wall at home, or carry around in his binder, something that might one day mean something to him.
"Sure, I can do both. Play my violin and show you my paintings." she told him easily. "I have a violin here at school, and I take two artclasses here during my days, so, it's likely you'll get both at some point."
She shrugged. It was all she could say, she wasn't exactly going to invite him over, though if he asked she would whole heartedly agree. Her studio had much better work in it than her art classes here because she could take more time on it. And she had a freedom at home that she didn't have here. Her music was much the same, Eli wrote her own music, though she rarely played it for anyone other than her father, just because it was quite special.
He mentioned her eyes. Brown, blue, green. He wished apparently for her to just show them to him. She stopped walking and caught his hand softly. It was to make him stop. Her hand was cold, like ice. They always were. As thin and tiny as she was, she could never stay warm, and that was why she was always in a sweater. No matter the weather. And on top of that, the sweater made her look more the weight she was supposed to be, but her wrists, her neck, and her collarbone gave her away. If anyone was observant enough they would begin to figure things about the Italian girl that she wasn't able to say herself. She bit her lower lip.
"I promised I would show you." she whispered as she took in the warmth of his hand, slowly heating her long delicate fingers. "But.. only you." she addedd.
Eli's green eyes looked around for a moment, and saw a classroom with the lights off. Moving slightly she tugged on his hand, unwilling to let go just yet. It was so warm, and the touch alone sent tingles up and down her slender spine. She opened the door and stepped in waiting for him to follow she flicked on the lights before she let go of his hand, her face flushed once more. His touch gone, she felt cold again, and yet that was her everyday life.
The classroom was a chemistry lab. Large black topped chem tables sat everywhere, with their taps to methane, and their sinks that would give each table it's own water. She put her bag down on the floor and moved gracefully over to one of the tables and climbed up on top of it, sitting down on the top. She looked up at him, obviously a bit nervous about this whole affair. Biting her lower lip she dug into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out the tiny contact case.
"Can you.. do me.. a favor?" she whispered as she gently carefully unscrewed the caps on both sides. "If.. if you hate them.. or don't like them... could you.. could you just leave so.. so I .. I know without you having to .. to say it?"
Elicia reached up and pulled down her lower lid. Her thumb and the index fingers' knuckle moved in and grabbed the contact with practiced ease depositing the green lens in the solution. She repeated the movement with the other eye and closed the case she couldn't afford to lose the contacts, not yet had she looked up, and if he noticed her hands were trembling.
Straightening up, her eyes were still pointing down until suddenly, using all her courage she looked right up into his beautiful eyes. Her right eye, a beautiful crystaline, azure blue. Many facets of that sky blue color, bright blue, like a Siberian Husky type color. The other, her left. Was a deep deep green. Like a dark emerald that shimmered with it's own dark light, the contrast was odd, it was a bit unsettling really, to most people anyway. The dark and the light. The blue and the green. The different was startling.
She waited. Her trembling hands in her lap.
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Post by Allen Daughtry on Jun 10, 2008 1:06:26 GMT 1
The chance to see Elicia's skills in her two artistic expressions gave something for Allen to enjoy in the hours ahead. To experience the melody of horse string sliding across the violin's strings, or to observe the strokes she used in one of her landscapes, promised the boy plenty of opportunity for thought and pleasant memories. Sensation was one of humanity's greatest gifts, in the end, and Daughtry took any comfortable moment to collect it.
"Awesome," Allen simply commented with a smile, glancing towards Elicia for the moment as she accepted his request.
When Allen gave her the answer of his prediction regarding her eyes, though, Elicia suddenly halted her pace, and her hand slipped out to catch his to stop his movement as well. The action succeeded, as the boy was surprised not only by such an intimate contact, but by the chill of her slender fingers and fragile palm. Allen's back straightened as his own hand touched hers, and he glanced towards her with a look of worry, though he buried it a moment later.
'She's wearing a sweater on a warm day, and her hands are cold? What, is she sick or something? Is she okay?'
It was only then that Allen began to notice the thin physique of his companion, particularly her neck and cheeks. He accepted that some women were simply built far smaller and slender than others, and their size was considered "petite," but Elicia appeared a good deal beyond that, and Allen began to wonder if she might be ill for other reasons.
'An overlapping sweater, a cold bodily temperature, a physique that seems smaller than normal, and clear esteem issues... could that trip to the hospital have been for a different kind of complication?'
Allen pushed the idea further into his mind for now, deciding that he had to confirm his suspicions with Elicia, but later. First, he had to follow her to see the hidden eyes. Still, while his moral side was worried about the girl's health, the emotional beast within began to twist and knot from the developing situation. Not only did Elicia place her hand in his, but she was pointing out that he, and only he, was going to see her personal secret. Not to mention that she was leading him into an abandoned classroom, and the sequence of events began to form instinctual predictions and fears inside of the boy's heart. The fear, however, was because of several factors, and to add, Daughtry was not one that liked his id very much.
'Son of a bitch,' Allen thought as Elicia led him towards the science room, 'Assumptions and passions are terrible things Allen, get over it. You're here to see her eyes and that's the end of it.'
Inside of the classroom now, the girl finally released his hand as she flicked on the lights, something that gave Allen some comfort. His cerulean gaze watched as she briskly walked over to one of the nearby black-mantle work stations and tossed her bag to the tiled floor nearby, before jumping onto the desk and waited for Allen to approach her, the two now near an equal head-level. Allen noticed that, while Elicia was biting her lower lip as usual, her anxiety was increasing exponentially as every second passed by. He expected this, as the girl had a terribly sensitive confidence in herself, and considering that she was about to reveal a secret that was clearly hidden out of fear of dislike from another person, her fear was almost natural. Allen planted himself about a foot in front of the girl, watching as she retrieved her contact case and glanced back at him, speaking a comment of a rather depressing request to him.
'She wants me to leave if I don't like what I see? God, is she that worried? Poor girl...'
Now Allen couldn't help but express a face of worry, his lips frowning immensely, and his eyes softening in pity. He just watched her lips as she asked for her request, and Allen's eyes furrowed in surprise as he replied, "Elicia, why would I ever hate them? You shouldn't worry."
Still, after he spoke, Allen waited quietly as the girl slipped out both of her contacts and dropped them into the solution of her case, though he was unable to watch the result, as she bluntly hid her eyes behind a lowered head and drooping bangs. After the contacts were gone, Allen waited for a few moments for Elicia to pick up her head, though she had difficulty bringing herself to do so. Daughtry noticed the quiver running throughout the hands laid over her lap, and knew her anxiety was only growing worse. He was just about to reach out and pick up her chin with his right hand, in hopes of helping her, when she finally looked up at him, revealing the unique contrast of one azure and one emerald pupil, both with a remarkable spectrum of detail. In hindsight, Allen would admit that he could understand why some people would be disposed by the significant clash between the two vibrant eyes, considering that they tossed away symmetry and practically made a person stare in two directions instead of one, but he recognized that his tastes were different.
Seeing the two remarkable eyes brought a look of awe on Allen's face for a moment, and then a strident grin. He thought it was invigorating to see something so unique, so individualistic, something entirely out of the ordinary. In a way, it figuratively symbolized the artistic value of Elicia herself, and since Allen was a believer that a person's eyes were a gateway to their soul, the contrasting eye colors seemed to stylize her persona very well.
Allen held his grin openly for a moment before answering, allowing his right hand to drop from its place and softly land on her left knee, "Elicia, why would I hate your eyes? I've never seen someone with two different hues before, I think it's absolutely stunning... Why try to hide that?"
Allen glanced down for a moment, though, noticing the placement of his right hand. For an instant, he thought to pull his hand back to his side and look back at Elicia, but his vision also saw her hands in its view, and he realized that now was the time to ask her about his suspicions. Therefore, the right hand reached out to scoop up Elicia's left hand, fitting her slender fingers under his own, and following with his left hand supporting her hand's palm. Pulling the three limbs outward to the center of their stance, Daughtry held the girl's cold hand in the place of his own, slowly rubbing her skin in between his hands to warm the chilled core, before ending the motion and glancing at her.
"Elicia, you're cold... do you have the flu? I hope you're not sick... is that why you're wearing that sweater?"
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Post by Elicia Alexander on Jun 10, 2008 19:30:47 GMT 1
"Elicia, why would I hate your eyes? I've never seen someone with two different hues before, I think it's absolutely stunning... Why try to hide that?"
He was smiling as though they were beautiful and his words only made her think it was true. Tears shimmered in her mismatched eyes and fell down her slender hollow cheeks. He looked at her, and she couldn't understand how he could find such beauty in something that had begun it all. Begun the degredation of her heart and soul. Begun to work its way through her defenses and securing it's cold dark place within her heart no matter how much she didn't want it there. No matter what someone said it was hard to forget your roots, and what her mother had said all those years ago, over and over. Day after day.
"Because they're the devil's eyes." she whispered. It was true, at least that was what her grandmother and her mother had told her since she was born. The mark of the devil was seen in the eyes that were not the same. Highly religious that was what they forced upon her, using that as a catalyst for the rest of the degredation of Elicia's character.
She remembered then, coming home from school once she and her mother had been sent to America and married off. She remembered the way her mother hated her. Hated her because Eli's father loved her. But not her mother. Hated her because she was pretty, and because she had friends. She would make her life miserable. Every time that Eli's father would go out on business, or be at work, she would work slowly eating away at Elicia's happiness and character. Telling her she was much too fat, even though Elicia had never been even a poud over weight in her life. But that was what had sparked the problem she had now. Psychiatrists couldn't figure out just how to fix her yet. Because the doctors had told her father, that before they could fix her eating habits they had to fix why she wasn't eating and that wouldn't be easy, it would take a lot of work and a large support system.
His hand was on her knee, but she found no reason to move it. She liked it there, it was a more inimate tuch than she was used to, but she liked the way it felt. Warm and gentle on her jeans. But soon he picked up her left hand softly. She let him, as tears streamed from her eyes. He held her hand between the both of his. As he rubbed her fingers, to get them warm, her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth and the feel of his own hand. They were so warm and so gentle. She loved the way her fingers felt in his hands, being rubbed. It was as if he truly cared for her. His question of her health made her eyes open gently. She looked up at him softly. The sweater again.
"No one.. is as .. observant as you." she said softly as she bit her lower lip and looked down. People just took her at face value, she wore cold clothing all the time, she was always cold, she never ate, she just didn't act normal but that was Elicia.
"No.. I .. I"m not sick.. not in the illness sense." she whispered softly as she looked away. She sighed softly. Of course the first friend she was going to make would be the observant kind the kind that would be able to tell that she wasn't as healthy as she was supposed to be. Overly thin. Too cold. Not enough meat on her bones. Which ever way you wanted to really put it. She shrugged a bit, unsure of what to say about it. She wasn't good at talking about her problems, mostly with her psychiatrist. Afterall, the were there to get paid to listen to her, and she had to admit that didn't instil any trust towards them frm her. She needed a real friend, someone that really cared.
"You.. really.. like my eyes?" she asked softly looking back up at him leaving her hand between his.. She looked at their hands. "You can't imagine how that feels." she whispered. "So warm."
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Post by Allen Daughtry on Aug 2, 2008 7:41:05 GMT 1
As Elicia began to shed tears of comfort from his words, Allen Daughtry finally realized that he had come across a girl with more scars underneath the skin than shown. And once the newcomer heard her muffled response, he began to suspect where they came from.
'The... devil's eyes? I admit, I'm sure two shades of eyes would be pretty disturbing to most, but I didn't know they were related to the Devil.'
Daughtry watched Elicia curiously as she seemed to melt from his presence, a frown shaping across his face as he thought on why her personality was so vulnerable. It was evidently clear that the girl had self-esteem issues, and as she spoke back to his query with her hand in his, Allen suspected that she meant an eating disorder. All the evidence was sitting right there in front of him - the cold hands, the gaunt features, the heavy clothing, the fragile form. But to him, the question was not how she contracted the disorder, but if it was merely a part of her personal issues, or just a part of it.
'I better not push too fast; after all, I just met her for crying out loud. I can't go in acting like Freud and expect her to be fine with it. I should probably avoid direct questions for now, maybe focus more on her modesty.'
Finally, Allen just smiled at her when she asked - again - about his thoughts on her eyes, and he nodded that he still liked them. When she focused her attention on their hands, though, Allen found himself torn between several emotions, many of which the boy was not comfortable with. For one, The fact that Elicia was comforted by the warmth of his hands surrounding hers pleased him, as it helped her warm emotionally. At the same time, Allen felt a sense of nostalgia at helping her, though he sensed other feelings mixed in that bothered him greatly. The further he pushed to help the girl, the more he began to realize just how far he was from his own comfort zone.
'I'm not used to this... such intimacy to help someone. It's not my gig, yet I'm sitting here rubbing Elicia's hands! Hell, it's not like I haven't been with a girl before for... physical reasons, but this is starting to get on an entirely different level!'
After processing the girl's final comment, Daughtry held his smile as he slowly shifted her hand to her right knee, before moving his own hands back to his sides, "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better. You just need more heat in that little body of yours Elicia, that's all. Could solve that though... this science room can be so cold and dreary."
Still, for now Allen kept his focus on the girl for now, deciding to keep her inclined on the table for now, so that he could learn more about her situation, "So Elicia, tell me... if I'm fine with your eyes, then why hide them? I mean, hell, having a little 'devil' in you can be a good thing sometimes! Can't always be a saint my dear, that just ain't human."
Recalling an earlier comment a moment later, though, Daughtry grinned and winked at her, "And get used to my observations... it comes with the job description."
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