OOC Good night all
“Cya tomorrow guys!! “
Roses
Toying with one of the roses idly with a finger and ignoring the dusty red streak it’s leaving against the white of his glove, Mimerator smiles softly before gathering the lot into his hands and hiding them behind his back before getting up and walking back to Pandora’s room. “… Pandora… ?”
-Pandora hear the voice of mimerator behind her, it was unusual to see him near her room. “What happens Isaiah?” she got up and approached at him-
When she gets up and starts walking toward him, he smiles, drawing his hands out from behind his back slowly. “Nothing has happened, though he was wondering…” He opens his hands, revealing the small stone roses he’d been hiding.
Pandora’s eyes widened and covered her mouth with her hands, very surprised. She approached at him staring at the crystal roses- “They’re….beautiful!” Her eyes were wetted, She doesn’t knew how to reply.
She tilted her head down, blushing, playing with her fingers, isaiah knew how to make her feel happy. “They are..for me?” - She lifted her view slowly at him.
He holds them out to her, still smiling. “Thank you, he hoped you would like them.”
Seeing that blush on her face, Pandora’s reaction to the roses he was holding in his hands, makes his smile grow wider. He made the right decision, making these.
“Of course they are, Pandora.” he answers quietly, leaning down to kiss her gently on the forehead. “Who else would he make them for?”
Pandora blushed, slowly she wrapped his waist with her arms, or at least she tried, Her arms were too shorty. standing in that position she rested her head in his cheast, feeling his warm touch- “I love you!” She whispered softly.
Not again!!
“So he can… make these, and it’s normal? It isn’t odd?” He stares down at his hands before looking up at Pandora again. “How does he make them?” Just because they looked like what he’d made clumsy attempts at making didn’t mean they were the same.
“He made them with his own hands, It is not odd, it’s wonderful!!” She walked into the room slowly, and look at the sculptures, that mimerator had done. “He is much more than just special!!” She looked at isaiah, with a gentle smile.
Like any child, he has to touch when he looks, trailing one finger over a particularly eye-catching sculpture before realizing what it is he’s doing and pulling his hand away. “I… I was told that it was, odd, doing things like this.”
“It is odd, for people who doesn’t have any ability, they say that because they feel envy of us, they’ll never going to understand us¡” she shouted low-
She approached at the bed. “Mimerator is like me!” She added while she lifted the bed with a hand, without problem. She didn’t mind to show her power in front of him, he was mimarator after all. “See!, this is very normal for me, at the same way that is normal for mimerator!”Gaping at her as she lifts the bed with one hand, he grins slowly and brings his hands together in front of him. Gloves or not, that familiar blue glow fades in slowly only to disappear when a misshapen childish attempt at one of the flowers in his mother’s garden drops into Isaiah’s cupped hands. “You do not think this is… odd, that I can do this, miss?”
-Pandora supported the bed on the floor, slowly, It was Isaiah’s bed after all. She took a step toward him and leaned her body to isaiah. “Mmmm lt me see!” -She observed carefully the piece, smiling softly- “Yes! is perfect!! Is beatifull Isaiah, I love it!” She lifted her hand and caressed his cheeks. “Can I keep it?”-she asked him with a soft voice.
Not again!!
-She glanced at him, tilting her head and smiling gentle- “Mimerator made this! He has a wonderful ability, everything here is created by his hands, Mimerator has the power of creation and I…..”..I have….The power of destruction…...-Pandora made a short pause, hidding her hands behind her back in an reflec act, her hands, stained with blood. “…I feel very happy when he creates those beautiful pieces!!” She added to her last sentence, keeping her soft smile.-
“So he can… make these, and it’s normal? It isn’t odd?” He stares down at his hands before looking up at Pandora again. “How does he make them?” Just because they looked like what he’d made clumsy attempts at making didn’t mean they were the same.
“He made them with his own hands, It is not odd, it’s wonderful!!” She walked into the room slowly, and look at the sculptures, that mimerator had done. “He is much more than just special!!” She looked at isaiah, with a gentle smile.
Like any child, he has to touch when he looks, trailing one finger over a particularly eye-catching sculpture before realizing what it is he’s doing and pulling his hand away. “I… I was told that it was, odd, doing things like this.”
“It is odd, for people who doesn’t have any ability, they say that because they feel envy of us, they’ll never going to understand us¡” she shouted low-
She approached at the bed. “Mimerator is like me!” She added while she lifted the bed with a hand, without problem. She didn’t mind to show her power in front of him, he was mimarator after all. “See!, this is very normal for me, at the same way that is normal for mimerator!”
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