Moonlit Dance | Tag - Open

[ilyas aylin]

It was yet before sunrise, a chilly autumn morning. The flow of the water had a mesmerizing effect on a man with blue eyes. He sat in the sand, silently, alone and was staring towards the waves, almost as if he was studying them. They rolled onto the sand gently, bringing along beautiful shells and leaving them on the beach as the waves retracted. There were tiny crabs, digging themselves into the sand just in time, before the water flowed over. Except for the sounds of nature, it was silent. The water flowed against his bare feet; the tide was turning and soon, the water would drench the clothing the man was wearing, but he didn’t plan to move. The water was freezing; it left a feeling of absolute ecstasy against his bare skin. Subconsciously, he ran his fingers through the wet sand, back and forth, leaving their trail there. The fire he’d lit a few hours ago still smothered somewhat, until another wave submerged the wood and the last bit of smoke it produced vanished. His brown leather jacket, the jacket he’d usually wear, was lying a lot further away. It was the only piece of clothing he preferred wouldn’t get wet.

The beach had been crowded today. Ilyas hadn’t been there to see it himself, but the remains they’d left in the sand were enough to tell the human presence here; candy bar wrappers, empty soda cans, plastic bags; proof of human ignorance. He’d considered even to go and clean it all up, but didn’t see the use of that. Tomorrow, it’d start all over again and the beach would be strewn with junk once more.

When the dark of night set in and the citizens had locked themselves in their houses, safe and cosy; that was when he felt most comfortable here. His eyes slowly closed, but he was far from falling asleep. Every little sound was registered, but apart from the rolling waves, there were no animals, no humans, no sounds. A lone cricket, somewhere in the distant background, yes, but that was all.

A moment later came the decision the water running over his feet wasn’t enough; he stood up, and strolled a bit further into the sea. The cold of the water would have anyone shiver frantically, but the man didn’t even twitch. He dove in for a moment, the water surrounding him at all sides. About a minute later, he surfaced and brushed the strand of hair out of his face. The waves rocked him back and forth gently, and he took a moment to enjoy that feeling. He didn’t come here to relax, though. He came here with a different purpose.

He came to practice his skills.

A simple movement of his hand was enough to make a whirl emerge from the sea, with him in it, and it landed on the sand again, with force, but he hadn’t a scratch. Salt water was slightly different to manipulate, but not more difficult than sweet. His feet placed wide apart, he raised his hands; the water followed his movements. When he let his arms fall limp, the water returned to its original position. With a slight nod, he confirmed his own satisfaction; despite how little he’d practiced lately, his skills were still decent. He sat back down in the sand, his right hand and fingers moving in a graceful way. A second later, water flowed around his hand and it took only another moment to make it into a rose of ice.

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything She hadn't been doing much at all that day. Same old, same old. Not doing much was becoming the norm for this young woman. It was stupid, really. It wasn't as if there was any less to do in Honey Tree than there had been when she'd first moved there. But... the place was just lacking in things that interested her. There was a library, and that was a lovely place to go, but she couldn't read all the time. She had the florist, but how much more of that could she take before she went insane from boredom? She sighed. When had she started becoming so cynical and pessimistic? That wasn't like her at all. She wasn't a pessimist. In fact, she was normally the very opposite. Surely something would happen soon that would perk her life up a bit? She damn hoped so. She liked Honey Tree, and didn't really want to up sticks and find someplace else to go. She'd just ended up wandering down to the beach. The beach. She loved this place, with the soft roar of the crashing waves and the white froth forming as the waves hit the pale sand. Everything about this was just beautiful. She loved it so much. Why she'd come down, though, she had no clue. She didn't normally play around with her powers, she didn't normally like to be alone. So why had she come out, before sunrise, when no one would be awake, to just...do nothing? She shrugged to herself, looking down at her grey sneakers as she took her steps. Maybe she just needed to get away from life. Just sit and...think for a bit. About what the hell she was doing with her life. About...things in general. Think. She stopped in her tracks, however, when she spotted a man on the shoreline. He had his hands raised, and the water in the ocean...it had...followed the movements. She blinked, and before she could catch herself, a wide smile spread across her face. Wow. She'd known that she wasn't the only water sprite in Honey Tree...but to have that reassurance was awesome. And, she had to admit, the powers he was using were pretty damn cool. She could do that as well, of course, but...still. Seeing someone else do it made it just that little bit more amazing. Before she could stop them, her feet were moving closer to this man, who'd now returned the water to its original place in the sea, and had sat back on the shore, his fingers moving deftly as he manipulated more of the water. She watched in awed silence for another moment as the water became a rose of ice. That was...awesome. Beautiful. What other words could she use? "That's..." she started quietly, before clearing her throat and speaking again, louder this time, but still soft. "That's...severely cool." Oh, god, that made her sound so stupid. Like a teenage girl, or something. But still. It was severely cool. There was no denying that. OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: ILYAS, OPEN NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 528

[ilyas aylin]

As a voice sounded from behind of him, Ilyas slightly flinched. The water, that had turned into a beautiful rose that shimmered slightly in the moonlight, instantly melted and fell to the sandy ground without him noticing it much. He’d thought he was alone out here; because, who would visit the beach at this time a night? Most were snuggled up in bed, warm under the covers, in a deep sleep. Even the thought of that sounded lovely, but damn it, he was a terrible insomniac and for a reason. Glancing quickly over his shoulder gave away that the peace and quiet had been broken by a girl, a young one, probably still in her teens. Ilyas’ night vision wasn’t so great, but the light the moon provided allowed him to see that much. Since she was young still, it only raised more questions about what she was doing here this late. Or rather, this early. And she was on her own too. Had she no clue how dangerous the nights were for a girl alone?

The blonde man’s eyebrows furrowed as he kept his eyes on the girl. He didn’t like this much; he’d come here, so no one would catch him practicing. That’s why he was here at this hour, and not during the day or just after the sun had set. Come to think of it, maybe it hadn’t been the best decision, since the beach was frequently visited by people, but at night? He still couldn’t quite understand that. The comment this girl made wasn’t necessarily negative, though. ‘Cool’, kids used that to indicate something was.. cool. Heh, he got more used to the Honey Tree Town slang every day. Then again, Ilyas could only agree with the girl that he was pretty cool, but he’d much rather mean it in the literal way.

And then, for a moment, this insecurity came over the man. This young one had seen something she shouldn’t have and even if she considered it ‘severely cool’, she would still be able to use it against him one day or another. But it was dark out now. Maybe, if he’d leave now, she wouldn’t remember his face anyway. And a good snappy comment would be enough to make her back off, for sure.

The man snorted, took up his jacket and swung it over his shoulder while he got to his feet himself. “You saw nothing, you’re imagining things,” he said swiftly, his voice low and cold, as always. He’d show her how ‘cool’ he could be. “Go to bed, Barbie.” And yet somehow, as he glanced at the girl one more time before turning around and walking off, he still wasn’t feeling very much assured. Damn it, going out tonight had been a bad idea. And his insult wasn’t even that insulting; basically, he’d just called her pretty, because girls think that Barbie is pretty, don’t they? How weak. His eyes sparkled strangely in the moonlight, almost unnatural for him, showing his discomfort, but it mattered not, because the young lady couldn’t see it anyway. He left her standing there and with a little help from his lucky star, she’d remain there. Lucky star? Yeah, right.

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything The water sprite actually felt kind of guilty at seeing the man flinch and the beautiful rose he'd just created fall to the ground in sparkling droplets. Now, that was a shame. And it had been her fault, too. She needed to stop appearing out of nowhere. It was a horrible habit that did nothing but startle people and, in some cases, make them freak out. Heh, that was actually a family joke. She had actually been told that maybe she was supposed to be a night walker, the way she appeared so suddenly. She also felt kind of uncomfortable being scrutinized by a pair of cerulean eyes in the way that she was. What? Did she have something in her hair? Or maybe it was the fact that, yes, she had appeared rather suddenly, and that she'd stumbled across him using his powers. Which was fine by her, but maybe he thought differently. Maybe he thought powers were something to be kept under wraps. Probably so. She understood why, but it was still a little odd to her. His voice sounded through the chilled morning air, low and cold. Barbie. Oh, god, she loved that. That was a new one. Maybe she should have written that down sometime. She'd never been called that in her life. Of course, she knew it was meant to be an insult. Barbies were horrible, plastic things. But still. She found it wonderful. Absolute genius. She couldn't stop a small snicker leaving her lips. Before that, though. She saw nothing. Well, she did see something, actually. It actually made her laugh just the teeniest bit harder. This one was paranoid, wasn't he? It wasn't like she'd tell anyone about it. Who did she have to tell? Besides, she was one of his kind. That would hardly be civil. That was, if he didn't want it to be shared. "Relax, Nancy." she said lightly, pulling her hands from her pockets and clasping them together, hoping to combat some of the chill in the air. "It's not like I'd have anyone to tell about it or anything. Anyways, I barely know you. What gain would I have telling people about it?" she thought that that sounded pretty logical. Or at least, she hoped it did. "And," she continued, flicking her blonde curls out of her face and sitting down on the sand, facing toward the sea, "If I'm imagining things, it'd be pretty weird if I was imagining I could do the same things." A few seconds later, small streams of salty water were weaving through her fingers, making it actually look quite pretty. She looked up at him, and nodded approval. "Can't freeze it yet, though," she said. "That was a nice touch." OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: ILYAS, OPEN NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 471

[ilyas aylin]

The man nearly froze in his movement as the voice of the young woman came from behind him again. This time, he wasn’t startled, though, but more so, surprised. Very surprised, actually. He stood there for a moment and slowly turned around in his spot, his eyebrows still somewhat furrowed, but this time, in a different way than before; he no longer looked completely terrifying and cold. “What did you call me?” Well, apparently, he wasn’t the only one using nicknames for people. But what was even more surprising, and perhaps even funny in a way, was that she chose ‘Nancy’. He’d used that name for himself not that long ago. Had he just met a little mind reader here? Nah, he highly doubted that. A lucky shot, probably. And yet, it somehow caused the lips of the man to curl faintly upwards.

She could’ve easily been bluffing, and yet, it would explain why she was by herself; didn’t this girl have any friends? “Am I supposed to sympathize you now?” the man asked with a good amount of sarcasm in his voice. Wait, why was he even bothering to talk to her again? Right, because she somehow perked his interest with her unexpected smart assery. Ilyas had to admit it; not bad.

“I don’t know what you have to gain,” he admitted as he turned his back on her again. He didn’t plan to linger here any longer; there was no reason for it. Fact was that people always had something to gain. No matter how innocent they looked or sounded, they always had tricks up their sleeves. And Ilyas wasn’t going to fall for those simply things.

But..

Apparently, the girl hadn’t finished talking yet. The man had to keep himself from glancing over his shoulder again, but when she spoke about imagining things – and imagining the things she could do herself, in particular – he found himself spinning round again and gazed straight at her, or rather, straight at her hand. She was controlling the water in a similar manner as Ilyas had just done. It wasn’t as if he was dumbfounded by the fact that he wasn’t the only one; he was rather taken aback, because the odds of him running into one now, at this hour, were smaller than small. And yet, it happened, here and now.

Somehow mesmerized by what played before his eyes, the blonde man wandered back over slowly, but still kept his distance from the girl by stopping a few feet away from her. Had she just discovered her ability and therefore, not total control over it yet? Clearly, the man was quite a few years older than she was, so he’d had more practice. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, his gaze slowly falling to the sand. “You’re doing pretty good,” he said softly, but loud enough for the girl to hear, he was sure. He wasn’t a bad man; he gave credit where credit was due, and he was honest. She did well.

“How long have you known you..?” He figured he didn’t need to finish that sentence. It actually hadn’t happened before that he met someone like himself, with similar abilities, so it wasn’t all that strange that he was a slight bit curious.

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything She blinked at the man's somewhat sharp words. Well, she'd called him...what was it again? Nancy, or something? Most probably. She snickered quietly to herself, and lifted her eyes from the sand to make contact with his. His brows were furrowed once more, but not in the menacingly judgmental way that they had been before. No, this time, he looked almost...questioning. Intuitive. No, he wasn't meaning to be threatening or anything. She pushed a strand of her windswept hair behind her ear, and smiled softly. "Nancy." she repeated. "I called you Nancy. Why, you got another name or somethin'?" Her voice carried a somewhat teasing tone, still light and friendly, but, hey, she was having a bit of fun with it. New way to learn people's names and stuff. Maybe she should try this more often; call someone something, and when they look confused, ask them their real name. She made a mental note to try that sometime. Sympathize. Was he supposed to... sympathize. What? That kind of confused her for a moment. Had she said anything that might have given the impression that she wanted pity? ... Actually, she had, without realizing. "It's not like I'd have anyone to tell about it or anything." Right. Okay. Well. She wasn't abut to make it obvious that she realized her mistake. No, that would make her look awfully stupid. But then, this probably would too. Ah well. "Weeeeeell," the sprite laughed, her teeth catching on her lower lip, "Depends on whether you want to. I'll leave that for you to decide." She'd be nice like that; leave it up to him. She didn't need or want pity, and probably wouldn't get any. So screw it. Right? Might as well have a bit of fun with it. And, as she'd sat down and began showing the proof of her power, she'd noticed he'd approached again, and mumbled a comment that the girl's ears just managed to catch. "Thanks, I guess. I try." she snickered, not even looking away from what she was doing. This was fun; she'd forgotten just how cool it was. She hadn't really gotten the time to practise. How long had she known she...what. What? Hmm...Ohhhh. How long had she known about her powers? Well. It was hard to say; only a few years. She'd just found out about them just before she and Brent parted ways. She showed him, of course (turned out he could do similar stuff, but with fire instead) but... she hadn't really had the time to do anything about it. What with all the trips to the doctors and studying at school, she'd just had no space for it. So she couldn't do as much as she'd have liked... "I've known since I was sixteen." she said plainly, not looking up at him, just concentrating on what she was doing. "So...about four years? But...I never really had time to practise, so... yeah." She let the water flow out from between her fingers, back into the ocean. The small streams landed with a small splash, and she nodded in satisfaction, stretching her legs out in front of her. "What about you?" she asked curiously, "Or...or would you rather not say?" OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: ILYAS, OPEN NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 471

[ilyas aylin]

Nancy. Well, whaddaya know. A girl with a sense of humor? “You must be psychic,” the man teased back, his lips now still slightly curled upwards in a light smirk. Nancy would do just fine. It was better than ‘Prick’ or ‘Asshole’, as some also referred to the blonde man as such. Surely, had he been a little more sensitive, his feelings would’ve been hurt by such nasty comments.

And had he been a little more sensitive – or a completely different person, for that matter – he’d surely sympathized the girl across from him. But frankly, Ilyas didn’t feel for her, because she had no friends. He actually thought she was way better off without any morons being able to take advantage of her or hurt her feelings. But then again, who was he to judge? He didn’t know the girl. Maybe she liked being taken advantage of. With a shrug of his broad shoulders, the thoughts flew from his mind.

How old had he been when he first noticed his ability? Ten, eleven, maybe. But honestly, Ilyas couldn’t really remember. After all, there were many other things going on back then. Home wasn’t exactly a safe place; being beaten to crap by your father is bound to leave more of a memory than the day you discover you’re a weirdo, although that was quite out of the ordinary as well. Again, the man shrugged as he gave a simple reply. “It was long ago.” That was the safest answer, really; left little room for more questions. The past was the past; best to leave it there. Wow, that was hypocrite coming from someone who had trouble living in the ‘now’.

A change of topic was welcome. With a swift hand movement, a squirt of water flew in their direction, very closely past the girl’s head – nothing wrong with a little teasing, was there? – and to Ilyas’ hand, where it froze over instantly. Probably due to his cold personality, he joked to himself internally. It was a solid cube this time and the man allowed his blue eyes to gaze at every angle; not his best work, since the corners were a little sloppy, but close enough for little effort. Slowly, he squatted down and sat in the sand as well, although there was still some distance between him and the blonde girl. He then held out his hand, and the cube. “Can you keep it frozen?” Why he did this, he wasn’t quite sure. Most likely because he needed his mind to be occupied, before it could drift to anything else.

With the moon nearly full, it was already difficult to keep his concentration; it somehow still triggered things. As soon as his hands were free again, he quickly lifted up another amount of seawater. It sparkled quite nicely in the little light provided, displaying different colors as Ilyas slowly moved the liquid from side to side; a boring exercise, but it needed a little bit of concentration and if the man didn’t want his pants all wet, he’d better focus. Though, with his experience, it quickly got old and he found himself gazing to his right again, at the girl. Would she be able to fulfil such an easy test? Well, easy to him, that was.

[bree anise ripsen]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #ebdfc3; padding: 4px; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-right: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-top: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-left: #3085bc 4px dotted; border-bottom: #3085bc 4px dotted;] i'm a walking travesty but i'm smiling at everything Psychic. Well. That actually tickled the young woman somewhat. "Hmm, I don't think I am," she said, a playful smile gracing her lips. "I mean, come one. Psychics... they aren't supposed to exist." She snickered at the irony. Technically, she wasn't supposed to exist either. Neither was the man. But then, the world had ways of surprising people that weren't ways that could be thought of. Not by those who didn't know anything about the supernatural. Meh, she wasn't really expecting the sympathy anyways. She didn't need it; she had friends. Not any that were with her right now, though. Come on, it was before sunrise. Brent would be asleep until at least midday, and she didn't really think he'd appreciate it if she traipsed to his house and woke him up just to go out in the freezing December air for a walk. Besides, now was just one of those times that she'd been intending to be alone. Why she talked to this guy in the first place, she had no clue. 'Long ago'. Hmm. How long ago? That was the question. But the way he'd put it so bluntly made it kind of clear that it wasn't really open for discussion. And she didn't like being pressed for information. Anyway, she didn't even know him. She didn't need to know his entire life history. That would have been going overboard. Bree wasn't exactly an open book when it came to her past, either. The depression kind of just turned it upside down. The jet of water flew past Bree's head before she even knew her she was. Her eyes wide, she jumped away from the small stream with a laugh. That was so sneaky! She was just about to comment on it before she saw the water forming a small cube of ice in the man's hand. Ooh. She hadn't seen that before. Before she could even say anything, the cube was thrust into her hands, chilling her fingers. It was accompanied with a question. She was pretty sure that it might have been a rhetorical question, but she answered anyway. "Not sure," she said. "Never tried. But... I'll give it a go." She shut her eyes tightly, cupped her free hand around the cube, and focused as hard a she could. She'd never attempted something like this with her powers before... so... this was a first. What if she failed? She'd look like a right fool. But she would try. Hopefully succeed. It hadn't melted yet... so she was doing okay, right? OUTFIT: CLICKY! TAGGED: ILYAS, OPEN NOTES: :3 WORD COUNT: 448

[ilyas aylin]

The girl had a point. Psychics weren’t supposed to exist. Well, ghosts don’t exist either, and yet, Ilyas had a sister who could speak to them – although she referred to them as spirits, rather than ghosts. And he was certain she wasn’t crazy, even though he was a sceptic. Not when it came to this. There was far too much proof. Scarily so, even. But thoughts of Yaira were best left alone for now, because the fact that she wasn’t here made the emptiness the man felt inside of him grow even bigger. She was the only person alive who understood him, to an extend. No one could ever replace her. No one could even ever come close to her, in any way.

But his mind had drifted off. Again. It seemed so easy for unwanted thoughts to sneak their way into his brain, especially when it was silent and dark outside. One of the reasons that night was troublesome so often. To snap back to the here and now, the man turned his face towards the girl by his side, who was trying terribly hard to keep the ice cube he’d made from melting. It was a bit of a silly sight; it shouldn’t be costing her that much trouble. If anything, she was likely trying far too hard. That was a mistake many beginners made, including himself back in the days. But when it came down to it, ice was water as well, just in a different shape. “Don’t close your hand,” the man said softly, his voice carried on the little breeze. “Treat it like it’s water, just with a different molecular structure.” That sounded easy, yet complicated at the same time.

He hovered a hand over hers quickly; although the ice hadn’t melted any, it had somewhat weakened and his swift movement hardened it instantly again, giving the girl another chance. “Practice makes perfect,” he mumbled as he drew his eyes away from her. Maybe being watched put too much pressure on her; Ilyas didn’t like being watched himself either. Instead, he now watched the waves, that slowly rolled onto the sand and left behind some shells before they retracted again. The sound was somewhat peaceful, though the water would be very cold. He would’ve loved a swim, though, just to ‘cool off’.

But this silence wasn’t the best option either, it seemed. It again allowed his thoughts to drift off, one of those things Ilyas was trying to avoid. The blonde wasn’t good at making conversation; not without sarcasm and insults, at least, and this girl hadn’t yet done anything to make him act in such a way. There was an awkwardness coming over him and he shuffled slightly in the sand. “You.. uh..” How to finish that sentence? Would’ve been better if he’d kept his mouth shut. “You.. live here?” Brilliant. Fabulous. Best question ever. The man’s blue eyes rolled slightly, but in the darkness, the girl wouldn’t be able to have spotted that anyway.