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justwantsafety((ooc: through his eyes as usual. Because. And totally unfiltered as always~ ♥ ))
In the bedroom, he was sitting on the brown carpet, his back to the bed itself, reclining against it. All over the floor on his right were pieces of his project and the tools used in it: scissors, spools of thread, some scraps of various colored fabrics, and a bag of what looked like pillow stuffing.
His right hand's fingers pushed the needle through the green fabric, pulling a lighter green thread through the middle of it, leaving a line -- a vein? -- before finding another place and continuing the bit of embroidery across the small surface. The green fabric was a triangle tip in his fingers, connected to a gray plush humanoid figure in his lap, which looked to be a kiddish version of Gale's demon form.
He paused, eyeing the few veins he'd stitched in, and then held up the plush to look it over, frowning critically at it. The limbs weren't pitted, but they did have the dark bands across them. There weren't blades to stick out from the toes, merely the long knobs behind the heels. The teeth were closed over the middle of the head, their zigzag pattern marked with a thin black thread stitched back and forth.
To his left on the carpet sat others... A toy of a yellowy brownish humanoid, ribbons for her forearms and the darker markings painted on. Next to her, a half-finished gray figure. It wasn't stuffed yet, lacked details, and its side was still open, but it was probably recognizable anyway, to people that'd seen Varna before. There was an issue with the arm blades, which the doll lacked so far: how would he even do those? Dangly pieces of fabric, or even ribbon? Or maybe stiff pieces that folded into the arm, like the real ones? He could picture those all too well for his liking, the long curves of -- what were they, bone? -- with sharp tips and edges, hinged to flip out and--
a black shape, a distorted face, with rows of razor-sharp, pointed teeth, almost a starburst of fangs where the jaw should be, dropping down quickly, closing in and
--he let out a small sound, dropping the Vayu plush into his lap again, shaking. He rubbed his eyes with his right hand, trying to focus again. He was tired, and his mind was wandering. That's all it was. Obviously. Just tiredness making him imagine things he didn't want to.
And he'd managed to stick his left thumb with that needle while he wasn't paying attention.
Harley sighed and sucked the little trace of red off his finger. At least it wasn't too bad... but he really ought to quit staying up so late. Time to clean up his project; he'd climb into bed after he did.
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Date: 2009-09-25 11:59 pm (UTC)...Are you alright?
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Date: 2009-09-26 01:04 am (UTC)Um... yeah... I just...
*lame little pause, not sure how to explain it... and now he notices who it is that called.*
*tries smiling some*
How've you been?
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Date: 2009-09-26 05:46 am (UTC)I've been doing fine.
I just wanted to make sure you were ok since... well... since Abel disappeared. I'm really sorry, I know you were really close to him.
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Date: 2009-09-26 06:48 am (UTC)*small shrug, not too sure just what to say.*
I'm still alive. Trying to stay busy, and... you said you wanted another doll, right?
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Date: 2009-09-26 06:53 am (UTC)You would really do that? I really love the one you already gave me! It looks like you're working so hard on them... You don't have to give any of them to me if you don't want to.
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Date: 2009-09-26 07:21 am (UTC)*not to mention, making more would give him something to do to keep busy, and he wanted that, right now...*
*sets the little dolls down closer to each other, and points the Dreamberry at them so she can finally get a better look. They're not quite done yet, Varna the most obviously unfinished of them all, but there they are, so far.*
Are these ones... okay?
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Date: 2009-09-29 05:37 am (UTC)Of course! They're adorable!
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Date: 2009-09-29 08:37 am (UTC)So do any of these... I mean... I know they're not finished yet, but... when they are, do you want me to leave any of them at Washu's for you...?
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Date: 2009-09-29 11:05 pm (UTC)If that's what you want.
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Date: 2009-09-26 03:32 am (UTC)This reminds me of something.
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Date: 2009-09-26 03:33 am (UTC)What does it remind you of, Heat?
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Date: 2009-09-26 03:52 am (UTC)Damn. Aren't you hungry, Serph?
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Date: 2009-09-26 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-26 03:55 am (UTC)Hey. Harley.
Where the hell is your boyfriend?
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Date: 2009-09-26 05:41 am (UTC)*--oh no he didn't just remind him.*
....
*giving Heat a look that says he's probably considering saying something he'd regret, he reaches over and just hangs up on the two Embryon instead.*
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Date: 2009-09-26 06:03 am (UTC)I wasn't finished yet, you bastard!
Where the hell is your boyfriend??
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Date: 2009-09-26 07:07 am (UTC)I'm not talking to you.
*quite obviously keeping himself from saying something else, he hangs up on him again.*
...
*and hopes they don't get too pissed at him for it, but screw it. He's too tired to care much more tonight about that, and what's done is done.*
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Date: 2009-09-26 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-26 05:35 am (UTC)*wait, if she's asking why he's still up....*
What're you doing up? I didn't wake you, did I?
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Date: 2009-09-26 06:00 am (UTC)What were you doing?
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Date: 2009-09-26 07:42 am (UTC)*points the Dreamberry over so she can see what he means*
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Date: 2009-09-26 08:00 am (UTC)[Takes a good look at the dolls on the floor.]
I haven't seen anything like those before. What are they?
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Date: 2009-09-26 08:05 am (UTC)You remember back when we first talked, when I said the Embryon turned into monsters?
*glances at the toys, and back to her*
....I wasn't kidding.
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Date: 2009-09-26 08:17 am (UTC)Is it okay if I go to your room?
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Date: 2009-09-26 08:27 am (UTC)*like he'd say no to her? They're in the same house, and the idea of locking bedroom doors and deliberately isolating oneself from the rest of the house and people in it is a little beyond him, at the moment.*
*...besides, he could use some company....*
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