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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jan 17, 2016 21:47:54 GMT -5
She watched as threads of white hair un twirled from their held form. Hair fell to the porcine face gracing Alices cheek. Then a few words was spoken , telling the first step Jessie watched as fingers started to follow the steps that were spoken. Just as she was catching on frosty finger tips touched her pink hair, though the touch was so soft she didn't flinch.
Pink hair was twisted into a braid it wasn't to tight but tight enough to hold on its own. That is as long as Jessie didn't do any sudden movements. She hadn't felt good about anyone touching her hair since her mother. Oddly enough Alices touch though ghost like felt nice. Jessie couldn't help but let her eyelids feel slight heavy and before she new it they were closed.
Something about having Alice play with her hair felt nice , comfortable in a way. Though Alices ghostly touch was almost unnoticeable, Jessie still could manage feeling it. " thank you.."
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jan 17, 2016 22:31:13 GMT -5
Through the ice of her guard and internal confliction, she let out a single soft chuckle upon seeing Jessie close her eyes. Was her icy touch comforting through the pink hair? It kind of looked like it. It wasn't wise to close one's eyes in front of a spider. But Alice wasn't in the mood nor mindset really for much playfulness right now. Especially since she was still clouded in the remaining thoughts from the other girl's confession and the bite.
"You're quite welcome." Noticing how close she had accidently gotten to Jessie, the widow leaned back. She hadn't meant to get so close; it just kind of had happened. The rest was pretty self explainatory. It was just repetition of what had been just done. Lacing each strand around one another until the end was reached. Like a twirling dance. There were various different types of braids as well, but these respectively were just simple ones. "Overall, you just lace one over the other until you reach the end. If you have something to tie it with, you pinch the end, leaving about an inch for the tail, and tie it with the accessory or band to hold it in place."
That concluded her instructions. Letting out an icy breath, it came out weary than initiated. All that speaking had worn her out slightly. Ah well. There was nothing she could do about that. Frosted fingers quickly finished off her own snowy braid; mimicking a spider spinning a web. The bow was finally slipped back into its proper place. Pale lips parted to add another verbal statement, "It might take a little practice to get it right, but it should come easy the more you do it."
The snowy spider tied the small braids so many times in her hair that she almost did them consciously without thought on the action every time. It had become a robotic motion. Though on days Alice didn't feel quite at peace or in her natural flow, only one braid would be fixated. Yes, the small braids, while tiny, did serve also as a form of expression for the widow.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jan 18, 2016 0:08:11 GMT -5
Once it was done, she let a finger glide over the braid as she water the white threads of hair become a braid again. " If you..were taught by your rival... Then why do the braids ? "
Though an odd question at hand Jessie did wonder it, after meeting the rival she had a hard time thinking of them as friends. And braiding ones hair did seem more friend like then anything. This was very odd for Jessie the thought of Alice and that girl hanging out, how could Alice stand someone that slaps her .. This had Jessie perplexed.
Smiling she couldn't help but fiddled with her newly braided hair , it was odd, having this in her hair. Thinking back even with long hair she never had braids she was never taught . It was a new experience and oddly enough she was happy that it was with Alice, she wondered what things Alice hasn't done , she new the amusement park was new but still what else ?
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jan 18, 2016 0:32:18 GMT -5
Alice blinked. An interesting question; why indeed? She hadn't really thought about it. She'd been doing this for so long now... It was just habit. A habit formed by her irritating rival's persistence. And it wasn't like she was too fond of Kutsumari anyways. Just the thought of her always made her blood boil. Sighing softly in frustration of thought, she finally drew to a vague conclusion:
"Habit, I suppose." She offered with a subtle flick of a hand. "Kutsumari was persistent, so I guess it just became part of the raily doutine-- daily routine ."
Agh, a Spoonerism. It had been a while since she had last experienced one, but with its random presence reawakened once more, it frustrated her yet again.
Somewhere in that frozen heart, she did care about her rival. It was very little, of course. Though through irritation, insults, and physical, unfelt harm at times, Alice didn't quite hate her with as much intensity as one probably should in her situation. And her hatred was deep. But she saw herself in that annoying girl. Granted, only small parts, but sometimes those fragmented parts were enough to reflect the snowy widow's own being. Made her realize for a few moments of what she could -- possibly would -- become in her bitter, careless reign over her malicious nature.
Though such realizations only lingered for a moment. That bite, however... When she had bitten Jessie. She'd seen just what she could be -- a true beastly spider...and she had disliked that...
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jan 19, 2016 2:07:26 GMT -5
So it was a habit that Alices rival Kutsumari had taught her. This made Jessie wonder how Alice saw her self , after all Jessie felt odd around Kutsumari , uneasy almost. Yes Alice made her feel a little odd, and maybe sometimes uncomfortable, but not in the same way, more embarrassed usually then anything. Yet once again Alice did something that made Jessie realized why it wasn't the same as her rivel. The speech mess up annoyed the spider she new but for Jessie it made her relatable. For Jessie to see Alice , her spirit porcine like look, how talented she was it was amazing. Yet that little chip in the ice made her special.
Letting a light chuckle leave her lips she let a thought slip from her lips. " your different then her..you know you have a chip in the ice she will never had, its what I first liked about you, don't ever loose it."
She new her comforting words may go unnoticed but.. Somehow at least Alice new it. Even if it caused Jessie to get an eye roll.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jan 19, 2016 18:15:43 GMT -5
A chip in her ice. Was that her occasional speech impediment? Alice surmised so. That troublesome fault in her speech... It was something that would stick with the white spider forever; whether she liked it or not. There was no way to discard it. Concentration often aided in prevention, but never fully eradicated it. "Jeez..."
Even though the words slipped out to brush the comment off, those words relieved her almost. She wasn't like her rival -- at least in Jessie's eyes she wasn't. But of course the widow's true battle wasn't with that irritating girl. It was with herself, unbeknownst to her. The identity of that phantom opponent at the other side of her internal struggle; life's chess game she could never win; an eternal stalemate. And biting Jessie -- the whole incident and the aftermath of it all... It aided in her slight realization of that.
Shaking herself from the monotony of her thoughts, Alice returned her attention back to the pink haired girl before her. Jessie was still quite odd to her. Falling sincerely for a spider and not caring about the pain that was to come with it. Even enduring a painful bite too. Jeez, indeed. Then she remembered something the girl had said during the confession. Letting out an icy breath, the widow adopted a softer tone as she spoke next. "Is it true...that feelings cannot be changed?"
It was spoken a bit monotonously as to mask the true intention of the question. Alice was curious, yes, but she was also indirectly inquiring for another reason. Someplace under all the ice were feelings mirroring Jessie's. They were easy to frost over and deny, though the spider had begun to question their frustrating presence. Alice had never held feelings for another. Spiders never intrigued themselves in prey. Yet that always lead back to that same empty inquiry: What was Jessie to her? Not prey -- no, that conclusion was beginning to fade. Jessie was much more than just another foolish insect. In general and also to the webbed spider herself though she wouldn't quite openly admit it. And biting her -- having made her shed a tear... For some reason it had pained the snowy widow slightly for the first time ever afterwards.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jan 19, 2016 23:11:42 GMT -5
Jessie just sat there for a moment, left to wonder what Alice was thing, the normal jeez left the soft snowy lips of the other girl. So here once more Jessie was left to wonder what type of thoughts were in the widows mind. Finding how her own thoughts were so mixed , she was sure a person that seemed so closed was having a much harder time.
The there was a question asked. Jessie looked up at Alice , can feeling really never change ? Well when Jessie told Alice her feeling it was true she felt like that. Though now being rational feelings could change, though for Jessie she liked to try and think they could change for the better. Yes her back ground would for some people make you think yes but for the worse. Yet for the pink haired tomboy she liked to see life like her mother, always changing like the seasons , yet every season has something beautiful to it... Ah that's her answer . " my mother told me how feelings and emotions can change like the seasons , though doesn't each season have something beautiful to them ? Love is the same way I think, so .. It may change a lot , but never fade from its own special beauty"
A soft chuckle couldn't help but escape,this was a jeez moment for sure she thought. It did sound a bit cheesy now that she thought about it, but true.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jan 20, 2016 0:34:12 GMT -5
Like the seasons. Feelings and emotions came and went just like them. Alice noted the answer. She'd never experienced much changes; encased in the eternal winter of her own being. Spring and summer never shifted for her, nor fall, and with the ice, it was in winter were all her feelings and emotions remained. Playfulness could warm it slightly, but never heat the ice enough to melt it into a different, warmer feeling or emotion.
As for love, she was unfamiliar with it. Did it have beauty to it? She supposed, though all she knew was how to corrupt infatuated false forms of it. And those foolish puppy-dog fantasies were terribly childish to her. Yet actual love was a different thing. What Jessie had confessed hadn't quite sounded; nor felt; like that childish form. No, it had felt stronger -- more sincere. Was...what Alice felt internally for this girl bordering the same? Possibly... After all, she hadn't broken the girl like so many before. Ah, it was frustrating...
"Is that so?" She thought for a moment before quietly continuing, "Each season does have something beautiful. Even when one eventually lapses into another, its prior beauty is not forgotten."
Her words were naturally monotonous but sincere. She agreed with the metaphor about the season; the beauty within them. Like seasons, too, love came in all different forms -- or so she had observed. Sometimes it was warm, sometimes cold, and sometimes unpredictable. If Alice did accept Jessie's confession in the fullest -- If her own iced over feelings proved true... What would their love be like? A constant storm between fire and ice? Or perhaps a gentle resolved blend? Alice shook her head of the thought, but it had managed to put her a little off guard.
Crossing one leg over the other, the snowy spider adopted her usual position, averting her frosted gaze to her injured ankle as she thought. She hadn't meant for a brief silence to form though the snow flurry in her mind had distracted her for a moment.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jan 20, 2016 21:09:33 GMT -5
Each season does have something beautiful. Even when one eventually lapses into another, its prior beauty is not forgotten
This was the last thing spoken by the white haired widow. Then a pose oh so familiar took place. This all lead to think Alice did understand and maybe she was thinking of her own feelings. Jessie wondered what feelings Alice did have , after all she was still hear sitting across the spider that apparently bitten so many others , and let them fall. Though Jessie had been bit she hadn't been let to fall. That was enough for the tomboy to wonder what did Alice really feel?
So confusing, she was sure it was the same for Alice . Letting pink gaze leave the spot of wood floor shed found back up to the white haired girl she waited calmly in this silence. No now was not time to rush anything .
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jan 21, 2016 1:24:22 GMT -5
Mixed pink eyes had flickered up to look at the widow whilst icy orbs remained lowered in thought. Searching and contemplating each little fracture among the ice she had discovered around her glacier heart. Alice had let her ice melt that day for Jessie. Granted, she had kept her heart guarded, but everything else had been exposed by the melting of that ice guard. And by doing so she had experienced all of Jessie's emotions at that moment first hand through a kiss. Passion and love and fear and worry. They were emotions the widow had never really came into contact with before. Because she knew not much of anxiety or nervousness or fear or of love or passion for someone.
Though the more she thought about it; iced over and revisited the thoughts; the more she wondered about her own feelings -- did she even have feelings for this girl? Yes, they were there. No matter how much it frustrated her, she couldn't deny them nor just frost over their existence. To what extent were they though? That was another headache ponderance. Were these hidden feelings what had kept the snowy spider from dropping Jessie from her web, biting aside? Maybe... Ah, the frustration! The widow shook her head. She had to cease thinking for a little while. It was just frustrating and wearing her out more.
Frosted eyes finally drifted back to the pink haired girl, dodging the pink gaze to instead fixate on the braid. Ah, that's right. It wasn't tied. She wasn't sure if Jessie even desired for it to be tied or not right now, but she just needed something to distract herself from the raging snow flurry in her mind right now. Feeling around on her frosty being, she found the extra small bow she usually kept on her in case one of the originals became lost. Ivory fingers extended hesitantly again, though with a little more confidence this time around. They took the end of the braid ever so gently between the forefinger and thumb; twirled it once; then slipped the bow high onto the tail in order to hold the manipulated cherry pink hair in place. Her touch was still kept light. Pale lips parted to speak when she drew the cold lily-white hand back to rest in her lap, having finished:
"There you are. That should hold." She commented. The words slid out on the cloud of a pent-up icy breath. It was working very little. "You can keep the bow if you would like, too."
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jan 22, 2016 17:15:21 GMT -5
She had been lost in thought even her gaze that was placed on the iced figure before her had been like a photo , just there, not moving. So when fingers reached her hair she blinked braking thought she looked as a ivory hand let to fingers place them self's against her pink hair. Feeling a slight tug as a bow was left and fingers left. Jessie let her own hand rise again to touch the little bow .
Jessie knew what a step this was, or she guessed so hearing the other girls words she spoke . " Thank you... Um Alice... What do you feel..."
The question finally left her lips no taking it back now. Holding a slight breath she waited and watched bot quite meeting the icy gaze. She just fiddled now she knew they both had a lot on their minds. Things were just getting back to normal and yet those words left her lips. Finding her fingers playing with the edges of her own skirt she waited .
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jan 22, 2016 21:07:33 GMT -5
A thank you was offered. Alice gave a subtle nod. Then a question was projected. One the snowy spider at one point expected during the light conversation but yet surprised her. What did she feel... What did she feel? It was frustrati-- no... She knew what she felt. Or at least it was a begrudging assumption. What she felt for Jessie...was different than all others before. The widow didn't quite wish to break her like she always did one when gave a confession. Neither did she quite mind Jessie's company or touch as much as she usually would with other people. So what was it? Did the spider finally honestly like someone...? Had someone managed to tame the spider?
No, not tame. That wasn't quite it. Spiders couldn't be tamed no matter how much effort was administered. Rather, Jessie had succeeded in melting her ice; invading her web without falling. Her dance partner. A mere girl. One who wasn't afraid of being bitten or frozen or poisoned. Alice shook her head. She'd never felt anything or anyone before... How would -- could -- she possibly put something like that into words? Alice didn't want to admit it. She really didn't want to. But denying it only caused a slight tightness in her chest. Ah, the confliction!
Frosty eyes narrowed out of habit, white lashes falling slightly over the conflicted blue pools. Their icy light met with the mixed pink one across from her. She had to say something sooner or later. An icy breath eventually tumbled out from somewhere within her chest. How to go about answering this... Jessie had passed the test, after all, yet...the widow's own ice was preventing her from admitting the confusing unfamiliar feelings inside.
"What I feel..." Ah, that was a weak start. Shaking her head, she tried again, assuming a more confident, guarded position. Her gaze fluttered down to observe the fidgeting hands momentarily. She was already feeling exhuasted from speaking even though she hadn't even said that much. Frustrating indeed. For some reason an ivory hand reached out to next gently settle atop one of those warm fidgeting hands. It was kind of unconscious yet the same time not. The action - the nervousness of the other; it had irked her a little. Either that or she just wanted to feel the warmth. "Like I am tangled in my own web."
Was that even an answer? It was kept vague but it was arguably truthful. Alice couldn't let the actual words slip out. She wouldn't let them. Yet the tightness came back high in her chest slightly. An ivory finger tapped unknowingly atop the back of the other's hand in an attempt to ignore its resurrected presence.
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Post by jessie ( jessica ) mcknight on Jan 28, 2016 23:32:10 GMT -5
Was Alice truly wrapped and tangled in her own web was that even possible. Jessie had to believe so, though the word trapped stuck in her mind. Until Jessie got to the school she her self had felt trapped, by her father. Had Jessie some how caused for the snowy angel to get or feel trapped ? This made Jessie stomach feel a bit twisted in knots.
Looking away for a moment she took that few seconds to think. Did she like the fact Alice was even considering her feelings for the pink haired tomboy? Or was it wrong for her to have made Alice feel trapped in her own safe heaven. Looking back at the sparkling ice like eyes Jessie let a cool breath leave her lips before speaking. " I am sorry if I am the cause you feel this way, that was not my attention"
Easing het self forward her took ivory hands softly in her own . " I don't want you to feel that, so if you'd rather forget my confession, if that is possible, we may go back to just friends , just dance partners...if you wish."
Though she said these words her heart strings tugged to make her grip on the frosted hands tighten before letting go.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jan 29, 2016 0:41:24 GMT -5
An apology drifted out. Alice was so conflicted by her thoughts she barely heard its entirety. Then her hands were gathered in the warmer hands. Ivory failed to tense within their warmth. Forget the confession... She couldn't do that anymore. It just wasn't possible. She'd attempted that already. All it brought was a foreign tightness deep within her chest through the ice of her heart. When did it get like this? So chaotic inside. And this dull sharpness in her chest... Pain...?
Did the snowy spider desire to be just friends? Just dance partners? Were they even something more? She was so cluttered in the noisy drone of her mind, she couldn't think for once. This was not an occurrence of familiarity. It wasn't something she could just ice over anymore. The sealing ice just melted and cracked; fragmented into her already frozen being. Those shards are what prevented the confliction from just dissipating.
"It's alright." There was an odd fading edge to the monotonous voice. Pallid lips closed for a second before parting to let something unexpected slip out, "I can't."
The two words slipped out with much more ice than expected. They weren't angry nor malicious in nature. No, they were truthful to some regards. Blue orbs disconnected for a moment at her own verbal statement. Frosting them over, Alice breathed a pent-up sigh. There was no use going back on that now... Should she continue? Decided or not, words continued to fall absentmindedly, "I can't forget it. Even during this seperation of ourselves since that day, it had clouded my thoughts and tangled me up in this god-forsaken web. It is not a pleasant way to feel, yet any attempts to try and forget--"
The widow shook her snowy head. She had revealed far too much then she had meant. Spoke too much as well. Breaking her icy gaze from the mixed pink one, she let it wash over her now empty hands. Frosted eyes narrowed out of frustration and habit. The tightness only increased.
"--It hurts." Was growled out ever so quietly.
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