xmen-lime sent: So ya' are sayin' that even you can change. Interesting, puppy~ Maybe I won't have to wait long. (/grins, lying down again) Proverbs? Mm... It's different for others really. Some make an effort, or change comes naturally. (/shrugshrugs) Not really something I think about often. (/eyes the bug the male had caught)

(/just glances up at the other, not exactly wanting to comment on what she said) Yeah… well, let me know if you ever see that change you’re waiting for. (/turns back to his bug, rotating his hand as the creature crawls frantically over his skin. he’s certain he’s supposed to be able to feel it on his hand, but all he feels is the slightest tickle) So which type are you? The type who makes  an effort or the type who sits and watches?

• Like A Paper Flower;

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Anonymous sent: HOWLIMEEEEE

ooc: i feel like i’m a referee at a basketball game with the cheerleaders for both teams kinda sorta just screaming at me…. lol

xmen-lime sent: (/laughs, watching him intently) ... (/rolls a little then faces him again, keeping herself up with her elbows) That long, huh? Hmmmmm... (/thinks for a moment then shrugs) Not exactly. Just a... change, y'know? (/smiles softly) Just... something that shows you have. Change ain't a bad thing. (/stares, looking at the flower) You've gotten better at this.

I suppose everyone needs something to hope for. (/smirks a little, but means it seriously, thinking about his own mission) …and I suppose if you are patient enough, the change you seek will come. (/turns to look down at the grass beneath him, sensing the movement of a bug nearby) …but what about all of those proverbs about going out and being the change you wish to see? (/spots the bug and snatches it right off the ground, gazing at it)

Anonymous sent: TAO + KRIS PLEASE!

ooc: happy now?

As Bright As Stars

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(Source: xmen-zitao)

xmen-lime sent: That flower looks so pretty on ya'~ (/teases a little, shaking her head) I kid, I kid. (/rolls over to face him) Resistant to change? (/lies on her back, staring at him; furrows her eyebrows as the other mimics her, sticking out her tongue) Time will tell, puppy. (/opens her notebook and slides some tissue paper and wire towards him)

(/frowns) No, definitely not pretty… (/grabs the paper and wire and slides ever so slightly further away) Not pretty. (/clamps his mouth shut and busies himself with creating the flower, trying to remember her movements before finally finishing) If time will tell, you might be waiting a good long while, then. (/tosses the flower onto the ground) Do you even know what you’re waiting for? (/raises an eyebrow)

xmen-lime sent: Hm... (/grabs a fresh piece of tissue paper and lies on her back) Maybe if I didn't deal with emotions, I wouldn't say stupid stuff, y'know. (/folds the paper and wraps the center with wire, unfolding it into a perfect flower) Small doses? (/rolls over and quickly tucks the flower behind his ear, giggling softly while rolling away) Y'never know, puppy. That might change, y'know.

(/watches her movements carefully, as if trying to memorize them if he ever decided to create another paper flower. he’s so intent on watching the actual flower that it takes him a split-second longer than usual to catch her movement and before he can stop her, she’s placed it behind his ear) I do know. (/huffs, but not quite angrily, swatting the flower away from his ear and watching as it falls) I’m quite resistant to change, y’know. (/puts emphasis on her catchphrase)

《 Ruthless Mind Wielding 》

xmen-boram:

“That’s like being sorry for spilling milk before your hand ever bumped the glass.” She doesn’t take his comment to mind; who was he to tell her anything about how she went about things? It wasn’t as if he was someone of influential power or even someone who was her friend. She watches him take a step backward and she tilts her head to one side. He was a capable werewolf, despite the fact that his fur was white, so it didn’t make sense that he would step away from her. Perhaps being unskilled made her more dangerous than she realised. She raises a silently questioning eyebrow for a brief moment, but doesn’t verbalise her curiosity.

“I’ve never trained alongside someone else before. Maybe this will be an… educational session,” she turns away from him, her tone detached from emotion, her expression is a deadpan.

“The illusions are weaker when I train against them. I could either practice just casting illusions or I could give us illusions to work against. Do you have a preference?” she doesn’t wait for his response before she creates another illusion again. This time it’s a huge grizzly bear curled up on the ground, dozing off lazily under the swelteringly hot sun. It was probably thrice the size of Howl in his wolf form, which Boram vaguely remembered seeing once.

She picks out the memory of his wolf form in her mind and casts the illusion of the white wolf in front of herself for a brief moment. It disappears as quickly as she casts it, a flicker of the mental image she has. Instead of that, Boram casts several other smaller bears and a few more faceless figures with weapons. They are all eerily still, like a picture, nothing like her usual illusions.

He notices the subtle change in her expression, the silent questioning of his distance. He didn’t bother to answer her, verbally or otherwise, he just enjoyed his personal space more than a person should lawfully be allowed.

As soon as she gave him options for training, she was already doing something, preparing something. He could sense it in the air: a shift. Before his eyes, a large bear appeared and he instinctively went on the defensive.

It took him a few seconds to realize that the bear wasn’t going to move, that it was one of the girl’s illusions. He relaxed somewhat, knowing good and well that it was still a threat to him. 

He was so caught up in observing it that he didn’t notice the glimmer of a white wolf behind him. He did notice the appearance of other bears and figures before him though.

Howl took his gaze over his adversaries and had them all counted in less than a second. He was at a disadvantage in both numbers and size, but he smirked, almost grinned, at the upcoming challenge…

…yet they remained statue still, like strangely life-like sculptures.

He turned to Boram, eyebrow raised. “Are you keeping them still on purpose or is something wrong?”

Oysters By The Shore

xmen-yifan:

The figure before him stirred after he spoke. Almost as if awakening someone from a long slumber, eyelids fluttered a bit before they opened completely revealing black eyes gazing over at him. Yet this seemingly magical moment was only the other finally deciding to acknowledge his presence. Nothing more.

Listening to the other respond he was a bit surprised. The voice had a light tone. Almost airy in a sense. If he had to really describe it in an action…involuntarily floating on clouds?

He wondered what it taste like. Raw oyster that is. It was something that slipped into his mind easily. Possibly due to the imagery of the other eating the sea creature with ease and with what he felt…joy? If anyone looked that relaxed state, it probably wasn’t so bad.

“Think you’re generous enough to let a stranger try?” he asked with a simple shrug not really minding in the end if he does get rejected. It was probably odd of him to just ask out of the blue anyways.

Yet the words the other spoke in response to his concerned statement made him inwardly alert. Years and years ago? What was he, a grandfather? He didn’t question it though, because there were a lot of things in the world today that could be questioned and no answer would really suffice.

“Well, you look like a kid to me.” he stated simply taking a step forward and bending his back over to stare down at the other, “plus it is pretty late at this time.” 

His eyes moved up to look out at the ocean, “Though I would be wrong to impose such a thing, so I guess I should rephrase that statement.” Inhaling deeply he paused for a moment before he opened his lips and asked again, “So what brings you out here so late at night?”

Howl discarded the empty oyster shell onto the rock he was laying on, adding it to the steadily growing pile of shells already littering the rock next to him.

“Well, I may look like a child, but I am full grown.” He retorted.

With a great amount of internal debate, he finally decided to sit up. He reached over into the shallow pool next to him, long and slender fingers dancing through the cool water before finding two more oyster shells. He grabbed them both and pulled them out, gazing at them in the starlight. 

“I honestly only came out here to be alone.” He huffed with a pointed look over at his company. “The oysters were just a bonus.”

His eyes focused on the larger of the two oysters in his hand, which he kept for himself. With mock-sincerity, he smirked up at the stranger next to him and held out his hand, the smaller oyster practically gleaming in his pale palm.

“Now what are you doing out here so late?” He questioned, although he wasn’t even sure what time it was.

(Source: xmen-zitao)