Post by Vyn on Apr 26, 2006 5:17:40 GMT -7
Jukaeva's eyes were sharp, a talent which companied his ability to read and anticipate the movements of others, and he quickly noted the faint expression of melancholy resignation dancing about her. A tender smile touched his features, and he found himself wondering what it must be like to live her life. As wonderful as he found her, he knew it must be hard to live such a half life, there but not. The brush of her ghostly lips upon his hand brought Jukaeva back from his thoughts and deepened the smile upon his features.
Unorthodox or not, it was the meaning of the movement which mattered to Jukaeva. "You're very welcome, m'lady Esper." His own eyes shone beautifully, though they were nothing more than reflections against the radiance of her own. "Our dance is one that I will never forget." With that said, he leaned in gracefully and planted a soft kiss upon her ghostly cheek. His lips curved into a beautiful, dreamy sort of smile as he pulled back, resisting the urge to kiss her ghostly lips as well.
Such an action would have been inappropriate then, but perhaps he would be able to claim a kiss for the ghost's lips on another day when it would be more appropriate.
Jukaeva's attention slowly forced itself away from the beautiful phantom child and back toward the vampiric boy gazing up at Sethe in boyish curiousity. As was true for most young boys, Rajinkae was still in the phase where the 'gross' things that made little girls squirm fascinated him on many degrees. Zombies and Ghosts included, one of the many reasons they were so close to one another.
However, that interest also ran the risk of having Rajinkae asking awkward questions about what it was like to be dead; something Jukaeva would prefer his little half-brother not bring up in the company of the embittered Puppet.
Slowly he pulled back a step, holding out his hand to Esper before continuing to the carousel. She was his consort tonight, and he had no plans to part her company even if he was forced to take a momentary retreat from their dance.
"Esper'kaebiä... That's a very pretty name. Jukaeva likes to dance with pretty girls." The boy gaze a short pause, and then offered Sethe a rather amused sort of smile. "Actually, 'Kaeva will dance with anything that's pretty."
Moving slightly, he reached up and caught the stiff reigns of the plastic steed adjacent Sethe's and swung himself up onto his chosen mount, grinning over at Sethe as he settled down and tucked up one slender leg to his chest. It was nice getting a chance to be out and talking with someone knew, Masquerades were rather social creatures after all.
"I'm Gilrajinkae. You can call me Rajin...or Jinkae...or Rajinkae... Well, you can really call me anything other than Gil." He shook his head feverishly. "I hate being called Gil." For a moment the child paused, looking slightly abashed to realize he'd possibly been rambling. With a quick, apologetic dip of his head and the hope that his blush was sufficiently hidden by his mask, he quickly wrapped up what he'd been saying. "What can I call you?"
Unorthodox or not, it was the meaning of the movement which mattered to Jukaeva. "You're very welcome, m'lady Esper." His own eyes shone beautifully, though they were nothing more than reflections against the radiance of her own. "Our dance is one that I will never forget." With that said, he leaned in gracefully and planted a soft kiss upon her ghostly cheek. His lips curved into a beautiful, dreamy sort of smile as he pulled back, resisting the urge to kiss her ghostly lips as well.
Such an action would have been inappropriate then, but perhaps he would be able to claim a kiss for the ghost's lips on another day when it would be more appropriate.
Jukaeva's attention slowly forced itself away from the beautiful phantom child and back toward the vampiric boy gazing up at Sethe in boyish curiousity. As was true for most young boys, Rajinkae was still in the phase where the 'gross' things that made little girls squirm fascinated him on many degrees. Zombies and Ghosts included, one of the many reasons they were so close to one another.
However, that interest also ran the risk of having Rajinkae asking awkward questions about what it was like to be dead; something Jukaeva would prefer his little half-brother not bring up in the company of the embittered Puppet.
Slowly he pulled back a step, holding out his hand to Esper before continuing to the carousel. She was his consort tonight, and he had no plans to part her company even if he was forced to take a momentary retreat from their dance.
Jukaeva: 8 / 15
"Esper'kaebiä... That's a very pretty name. Jukaeva likes to dance with pretty girls." The boy gaze a short pause, and then offered Sethe a rather amused sort of smile. "Actually, 'Kaeva will dance with anything that's pretty."
Moving slightly, he reached up and caught the stiff reigns of the plastic steed adjacent Sethe's and swung himself up onto his chosen mount, grinning over at Sethe as he settled down and tucked up one slender leg to his chest. It was nice getting a chance to be out and talking with someone knew, Masquerades were rather social creatures after all.
"I'm Gilrajinkae. You can call me Rajin...or Jinkae...or Rajinkae... Well, you can really call me anything other than Gil." He shook his head feverishly. "I hate being called Gil." For a moment the child paused, looking slightly abashed to realize he'd possibly been rambling. With a quick, apologetic dip of his head and the hope that his blush was sufficiently hidden by his mask, he quickly wrapped up what he'd been saying. "What can I call you?"
Gilrajinkae: 3 / 15