literatetaurine:

==>You grab  yourself a can of soda, and return to find Jade sitting on the couch, looking around.

yEAH, i’M ALONE, fOR SUCH A BIG„ hUMANS CALL IT AN APARTMENT, bUT i HATE THE WORD„

sO FOR SUCH A BIG HIVE, yOU’D THINK THERE WERE MORE PEOPLE HERE, bUT THE OTHER ROOMS ARE ONLY USED WHEN MY MATESPRITS VISIT, sO THEY HAVE A PLACE TO SLEEP FOR A FEW DAYS,

==>Take a seat on the other side of the couch, and help yourself to some of the chips on the table.

i LIKE IT THOUGH, i’VE BEEN HERE A LONG TIME,

=> You wonder if a long time to him is the same as a long time to you. You can’t even recall how long you’ve been shuffling around, playing out your pathetic day to day routine of self loathing, self pity, rinse and repeat.

=> Calm down, relax a little. This guy is nice, and there’s a TV on. It’s not a computer, but it’s still making that fun flicker and whirr that reminds you… even just a little bit.

“Where are we?”

eternalveranai:

♌~You are a very pretty sprite!

♌~Also, I’m Valera, what’s your name?

O-oh, I’m not pre…

Jade. My name is Jade. Or… that’s… what they used to call me. I’m not who I really was then, but I suppose that’s what you can call me.

eternalveranai:

♌~I don’t see why you can’t! You seem like a perfectly lovely… whatever you are!

♌~What are you by the way?

♌~Some kind of… dog human floaty thing?

A sprite… but I guess I’m sort of a dog human floaty thing too. That’s as good a description for what I am as any, I suppose.

eternalveranai:

emerald-ears:

eternalveranai:

emerald-ears replied to your post: ♌~Maybe I should give up on matespritship.

I know what you mean. It feels like people are always ready to run off the second you give them the chance. Although in my case it’s usually deserved.

♌~It’s a real bother! I don’t know if it’s my fault or not, but it kind of gets old.

But you seem plenty… uhm, well if you don’t mind me saying you seem very much the kind of person, or troll I guess, who would be able to get what they want. I can’t imagine it being your fault.

♌~Oh I can get what I want, certainly.

♌~I have the money, power, and looks to get anywhere I want, if I so chose to set my aim for it. I have every capability and that may be the problem.

♌~Most feel threatened by me on those levels, and think I’m too cute to take seriously on others.

Your confidence shows. I wish I could hold out my hand and feel as happy about what I see as you do. Just be happy you are too good for others. It’s far better than knowing deep inside you that no matter what they say you aren’t actually good enough.

literatetaurine:

emerald-ears:

literatetaurine:

==>Set the chips on the table where she can reach if she wants more. She’s wary of you, but you don’t let that effect you.

i’M tAVROS, bUT YOU CAN CALL ME tAV IF YOU WANT, aND YOU’RE WELCOME jADE,

dO YOU WANT A DRINK OR ANYTHING, a TISSUE TO WIPE YOUR EYES,

=> Tavros. Yes, that was the name. You remember it now. A wave of embarrassment runs through you. Yes, you remember the name all too well in fact.

“No thank you, thank you.”

=> Too many thank you’s there doof. Pull your mushy mind together. Stop acting like you’ve never actually spoken with someone before. No wonder you can’t keep anyone close. You can’t imagine you’d want to stand around listening someone cry and repeat themselves either. One ear goes up, the other down, and your tail droops.

“I’m used… to it. Don’t worry. Is that… that’s a TV, isn’t it? Yip.”

aRE YOU SURE, hE HE, yEAH, tHAT’S A tv,

==>You aren’t quite sure, but she seems like she’s having an arguement with herself, or something similar. You get up to get a drink of your own, and pat her back before you leave the room.

i CAN GET YOU A DRINK, i MEAN, i’M UP, iF YOU DECIDE YOU WANT SOMETHING WHILE i’M IN THE KITCHEN, dON’T BE AFRAID TO YELL,

=> Float over and perch awkwardly on the couch, squirming a bit, moving your head to take in everything, the fur on the back of your neck not quite settling down even as you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“No. I’m sure.”

=> This is a hive? Or, isn’t that what they call it? You’ve never seen a TV in real life, besides the ancient ones Grandpop kept downstairs under a pile of random things. The computer always seemed to work just fine for anything you might need a TV for.

“Are you -woof. Er, I mean, are you alone here?”

eternalveranai:

emerald-ears replied to your post: ♌~Maybe I should give up on matespritship.

I know what you mean. It feels like people are always ready to run off the second you give them the chance. Although in my case it’s usually deserved.

♌~It’s a real bother! I don’t know if it’s my fault or not, but it kind of gets old.

But you seem plenty… uhm, well if you don’t mind me saying you seem very much the kind of person, or troll I guess, who would be able to get what they want. I can’t imagine it being your fault.

literatetaurine:

emerald-ears:

literatetaurine:

==>Your eyes widen she she glows, not expecting her to do so. You see her eyeing the bag, then back toward you for an okay. You open the bag, and tilt it toward her.

yOU CAN HAVE SOME, hAVE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT,

tHAT’S REALLY COOL THAT YOU CAN TELEPORT YOURSELF, aLMOST AS COOL AS FLYING,

==>She looks like she could use some kindness right now, and you’re more than capable to give it.

=> The dog side of you has you licking your lips before you can stop yourself, and your hand is in the bag almost as quickly, taking a handful and pulling it to your chest, still a bit wary of everything. The tears have stopped but your face is still wet. This fell seems nice. You’ve met someone like him before, but with all the universes and times, the bodies you meet tend to blend.

“My name… is Jade. Thank you.”

=> Flying is fun. You have done it quite a few times and it has always made you happy.

==>Set the chips on the table where she can reach if she wants more. She’s wary of you, but you don’t let that effect you.

i’M tAVROS, bUT YOU CAN CALL ME tAV IF YOU WANT, aND YOU’RE WELCOME jADE,

dO YOU WANT A DRINK OR ANYTHING, a TISSUE TO WIPE YOUR EYES,

=> Tavros. Yes, that was the name. You remember it now. A wave of embarrassment runs through you. Yes, you remember the name all too well in fact.

“No thank you, thank you.”

=> Too many thank you’s there doof. Pull your mushy mind together. Stop acting like you’ve never actually spoken with someone before. No wonder you can’t keep anyone close. You can’t imagine you’d want to stand around listening someone cry and repeat themselves either. One ear goes up, the other down, and your tail droops.

“I’m used… to it. Don’t worry. Is that… that’s a TV, isn’t it? Yip.”

literatetaurine:

emerald-ears:

literatetaurine:

yOU TRANSPORTED, dON’T YOU NEED A TRANSPORTALIZER FOR THAT,

==>Get up and pat her shoulder. She has nothing to be so freaked out about. You’re surprised, not mad. Then you remember the unopened bag of chips that are still on the couch.

wANT SOME CHIPS,

“N-n-nu-nu…”

=> Give up trying to say no. You just shake your head instead, giving an ugly couple of sniffles and wiping some tears from your face. The coping mechanisms you’d been holding onto for a while were are starting to shift back into place. The pat on your shoulder is probably what did it. Kindness. Wow, it’s been a while.

“I c-can… I can teleport. Myself.”

=> You give a glow to make some show of your powers, however minute it might be. Your eyes follow the scent of chips that has suddenly hit your nose, and you drift over slowly, turning back to check for an okay, suddenly realizing you haven’t eaten in ages.

==>Your eyes widen she she glows, not expecting her to do so. You see her eyeing the bag, then back toward you for an okay. You open the bag, and tilt it toward her.

yOU CAN HAVE SOME, hAVE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT,

tHAT’S REALLY COOL THAT YOU CAN TELEPORT YOURSELF, aLMOST AS COOL AS FLYING,

==>She looks like she could use some kindness right now, and you’re more than capable to give it.

=> The dog side of you has you licking your lips before you can stop yourself, and your hand is in the bag almost as quickly, taking a handful and pulling it to your chest, still a bit wary of everything. The tears have stopped but your face is still wet. This fell seems nice. You’ve met someone like him before, but with all the universes and times, the bodies you meet tend to blend.

“My name… is Jade. Thank you.”

=> Flying is fun. You have done it quite a few times and it has always made you happy.

literatetaurine:

emerald-ears:

=> You hardly hear the question over your tumbling reply of whines and apologies, trying desperately to remember which button in your brain you’re supposed to push to transport. Button, button, where is the button. Why is everything always so darn difficult?

“S-sorry… transport… I… I transported.”

=> Your attempts to calm yourself down have ended with heavy breathing and wide green eyes.

yOU TRANSPORTED, dON’T YOU NEED A TRANSPORTALIZER FOR THAT,

==>Get up and pat her shoulder. She has nothing to be so freaked out about. You’re surprised, not mad. Then you remember the unopened bag of chips that are still on the couch.

wANT SOME CHIPS,

“N-n-nu-nu…”

=> Give up trying to say no. You just shake your head instead, giving an ugly couple of sniffles and wiping some tears from your face. The coping mechanisms you’d been holding onto for a while were are starting to shift back into place. The pat on your shoulder is probably what did it. Kindness. Wow, it’s been a while.

“I c-can… I can teleport. Myself.”

=> You give a glow to make some show of your powers, however minute it might be. Your eyes follow the scent of chips that has suddenly hit your nose, and you drift over slowly, turning back to check for an okay, suddenly realizing you haven’t eaten in ages.