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Post by Narcissa King on Sept 6, 2020 13:41:15 GMT -4
Who would have thought? It was a very interesting change of events, where little Parasyte was allowed to visit. Or maybe it was even more fascinating how the girl had wanted to learn how to braid her hair and that she was the first to respond. Maybe... just maybe some little bit of luck was still on her path. She wasn't exactly sure what to say or do about it, only that it was highly fascinating when she bumped into the question. Parasyte's friend has probably been too busy to meet up with her yet, but she was waiting... Strange how she had not put off Antonio's request yet, a favour... a something for what actually? Shouldn't she avoid him and hate him for what he did? For what he destroyed, and yet... she destroyed it herself.
With an arm wrapped around her middle and her free hand holding on to her own coffee cup she looked out of the big windows behind her kitchen counter and just sighed. A penthouse for yourself could sometimes be rather big and she had no one to share it with, it was an empty place, she still had no time to decorate it how she wanted it. No portraits, paintings, nothing that made it like a home, it looked as if it was bought just a few weeks ago and the biggest furniture was there. Surely the penthouse had a balcony where you could find some flowers, that was about all. It was her own hiding, her own fear but maybe she should give in to it. If someone would see the girl come over, no one would be the wiser after all. Secrecy and stealth... what was the point? She did not care anymore and yet she remained as vigilant and scared as before. She would wait for the call for the elevator and would tell the security the girl could come up, they did not need to know, they did not understand anyway. No one did, which was why she had not told Antonio anything, even if he was the closest to figure her out and just... no. If they had broken up... ha, no one could break up with her, she wouldn't let people get that close anymore. It was a shame for real, maybe she should have said yes, but she did not even know what she felt in general. She wasn't at peace to know any answer or understand herself apart from the nasty work she was pushing and pulling around.
She answered the call and waited for Parasyte to be up. Her house... well at least there was no need for the girl to be afraid to make anything dirty. There was no carpet, simple laminate flooring. The elevator would arrive in a small hallway with her coats, shoes and nothing interesting. Then you would get into the shared room that had the living room and an enormous kitchen, for someone who barely had time to cook and did not even like it that much it was a surprise. There was a fancy sofa on your right when you got in, two lounge chairs, a tv and coffee table, with a fancy looking rug. But on the left was the red and white kitchen, that looked like it was a u-shape and had a bar with barstools close to it. Fancy looking cooking space, a red fridge and enormous windows behind. This would open up to the balcony and there you find the like handful of flowers that someone once recommended to her. The room was a bit of an L shape and would bring you to your left and left again to a hallway that let to the bathroom, her bedroom, the guest bedroom and her study. She did not think it was interesting but it was a comfortable place where no one asked questions and where Narcissa could do whatever she wanted or take guests... whomever she wanted.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Sept 6, 2020 14:26:17 GMT -4
| every childhood crush is a first true love |
Her tummy felt all funny. She'd kind of accepted without thinking about that. It wasn't like she was stupid--she knew why Daffodil made her feel all jittery, but she was still young enough to not completely understand. Not really.
Byeol-Su had needed a ride to the address, and all along the way she futzed with her appearance in little ways. The last time she had seen Daffodil was at Ishtar's little party, and she'd looked just as pretty as the first time, and Byeol-Su wanted to look pretty too. She kept changing the color of her dress in the car with little bits of effort. Purple? No, it made her skin look bluer. Red? She wore red all the time! Blue? Maybe, but it had the same problem as purple, and it also brought out her left eye. Pink? Green? Yellow? She could just wear white or black but those were so boring and she was already gray enough without that. Why was this so difficult??
What color are daffodils? They're yellow, right? Or are those dandelions.
I should look it up. Where did I put my phone?
In my bag. Duh. I always do. Brain, work with me!
With a few quick types of her stylus she'd plugged in an image search for daffodils, and sure enough they were very yellow! Well, most of them. Some were white with yellow or pink in the middle, but most of them were a really bright yellow color. Byeol-Su focused on it. She didn't remember a time when she wore a color so bright. Would it even look good on her...?
The driver said something about them "approaching", and Byeol-Su gave a small jolt, and decided now was not the time to second guess herself. She focused on the more orangey-yellow color that the middle of the flower was, and tried to make it appear on her dress. It took a while. She had a better grasp on the color "red" and shades thereof, but she just had to move more around than usual to get the right color. She was done as the car came to a rolling halt in front of the lobby. It looked...weird on her. It was bright, and she wasn't. It did make what little color was on her body pop out more, but was that good? Did it make her skin look too gray, or her hair too dark?
Does it make his eye too...obvious?
Byeol-Su reached up and pushed her hair down over her face, smothering the blue eye she'd recently "acquired" in thick brown "clay"-like flesh. She could at least hide this for now. She didn't need all of her hair to braid it, right? If she could even figure it out. She still couldn't make her hair into thin little strands, or to feel soft, but she could make it separate into wobbly little strips. Those could be braided, right? They could even look normal.
Ish.
Normal-ish.
Swallowing she waited for the driver to open her door, hopped out, and walked cautiously behind them as they approached the front desk for her. She was still a child after all--they might turn her away. The person at the desk buzzed up a quick question, then a moment later stood to walk them over to the elevator. They swiped a key-card and then hit a button, then stepped back to allow them inside. The driver looked down, gave her a nod, and Byeol-Su hopped into the elevator alone for an anxious ride up.
Will she be grossed out if I ask for her help with my braid? Will she be okay with touching me? I would really like her to help braid it...I really like...
It wasn't long enough before the bell chimed that she'd reached her floor, and with another little squeak of nerves Byeol-Su stepped out onto the cool, smooth floor of Narcissa's apartment, looking around curiously. Oh, good, no carpets for her to drag her "self" across--not that she ever stained them, but some people thought that was creepy, and sometimes lint got stuck to her. It was all very minimal. But nice. Where was Daffodil though? Inside?
Byeol-Su hovered by the elevator entrance, her twisting insides keeping her from taking any more steps once she passed the threshold. Oh no. Oh no.
"D-Daffodil?" She called out in a meek little squeak, "Are you home?"
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Post by Narcissa King on Sept 8, 2020 5:53:48 GMT -4
Her white dress was anything but spectacular. It just hugged her frame tightly and was of a fabric that was comfortable. She should have worn something else if she wanted to make sure that the girl was comfortable and so on. But white was definitely her favourite colour and it worked nice with her skin and the caramel colour of her hair. She should have maybe brushed her hair a couple of more times, but the wavy hairdo would just fall over her shoulders and stop slightly below her middle. It would be braided probably if Parasyte dared, it would be anything but interesting to brush it again, it would not matter. She should give a better impression to the girl, she couldn't help that Narcissa's life was topsy turvy?
Besides good impressions were half the work of an informant. If no one liked you, you wouldn't get what you wanted. And she wanted something from Parasyte her friend, it might be useful to help the girl further along with whatever she wanted and you know... maybe it was fun.
She put the coffee cup aside. Maybe one day... she would have kids? It was strange to think no one was too trustworthy enough after all, so why trust someone with a kid? She was only thinking for her own gain, she should stop that or she would never get something... even if it was just entertaining for Parasyte, that would be enough. She heard the sound of the elevator arriving and tried to get invisible dust and crumbs of her white dress. Poor child, she wondered if she had such a scary complexion or something that made the girl stammer, but then again they only met twice and they had not been alone at that time either. Brave little soldier girl, "Come on in, I am in the kitchen." She called out. Getting the lemonade she made... wait, was that childish? But in Barbados, lemonade was the refreshing thing when it was summer, easy to make and definitely refreshing. Hm... she had asked for cookies and such... maybe she was now giving the girl a stupid feeling if she did it like this. She leaned on the kitchen counters that were like a little bar of the u-shaped form. When the girl left the hallway and would look to her left, she would see her immediately. Narcissa smiled, strange to be called the same name and yet differently. If she would not come, Narcissa would walk to the hallway door and open it to still smile at her. "Glad you found it, was not too difficult right?" She suddenly felt like she had no idea how to talk to someone like her. How... her life was complex... how did she role in this villain shit and well... "I didn't know if I had to prepare something but I got hair ties, clips and a hair brush." She would beckon the girl to come in further and sit at the barstool and she would either lean on it again or still lean on it. "Do you want a drink first and then you can tell me what we should do?"
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Sept 9, 2020 14:01:24 GMT -4
| every childhood crush is a first true love |
Eep. There was her voice. And it was coming from nearby, but just out of sight. Byeol-Su gripped the strap of her little frog purse and shuffled toward the door she'd heard it from, peeking inside with a lean before she actually came into the kitchen. And there was Daffodil. She looked so pretty, even more so than when she had her mask on, and she looked more comfortable than she had been at Ishtar's party. Not that she had focused on her too much then, because she'd had the Cordycep twins to play with. But still.
Wow.
Her jaw hadn't fallen right? No? She lifted her hand to press against her chin, melding the skin of both her hand and face together for a moment before she pulled it back. Nope, didn't fall, still on her face and closed. But wow. Gosh. She really was so so so pretty. Byeol-Su stepped in and her eyes immediately went down to her feet. Her face felt heavy? Like her flesh was rushing up into her cheeks. A blush of sorts, though she didn't know that herself. "Um...h-hi. No. It was...the driver found it pretty easy..."
Her hands moved from fidgeting with the strap of the frog purse to mushed together in front of her chest, fingers poking and pinching each other in a way that made them blend together and part repeatedly. Come on nerves, stop being so bad! It helped when Narcissa directed her attention to some of the items she'd collected for this. Byeol-Su glanced over at the bar stool, then at her, and with a deep breath she moved to clamber up onto it.
Which given her height was a little tricky but she managed.
"Um. Sure! Yes! Please. Thank you." Crap,, she sounded so dumb right now. It was just a drink! And she hadn't even given it to her and she'd said "thank you" so should she say it again now when it was handed to her, or did it carry over, and oh for fuck's sake why didn't Iseul ever teach her how to talk to people. Yes it hadn't been important for her to learn but still...! "I don't know how a hair brush works but good? Um. What do clips do?"
Byeol-Su kicked her legs back and forth, trying to look a little less anxious. Did clips and ties do what they sounded like? Would they even work in her hair? Her "flesh" tended to swallow up and get smaller things stuck in it.
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Post by Narcissa King on Sept 11, 2020 9:33:03 GMT -4
Maybe she was more oblivious then she thought as she did not notice Parasyte her thoughts or her behaviour in a sense that it made her wonder what's going on. She did not notice the girl trying to check if her jaw wasn't falling open and so on. Nope she just stood there, wondering what she should do to make the situation okay. This was awkward, she was awkward, heck Narcissa had never known how awkward she was. How did she do that before leaving Barbados or even before here, how did she survive all those parties... too many questions that did not matter at this point because they weren't going to be answered or they weren't going to change anything because she should focus on trying to get Parasyte to be comfortable. "Oh good, good." She said trying to get a little ice breaker and for Parasyte to feel comfortable. Having mostly spoken to her in chat and not getting the bigger picture of what the girl needed, she wasn't sure if she would fuck up and hurt her feelings. Was she made of clay and how did that work? But she tried to inform the girl what she got to only learn if it was useful or not and if she would have to send someone on an errand to fetch something else for her. She couldn't even remember if her mother had taught her this... or if it was the maid... probably the latter knowing her mother. Emerald wasn't the sweetest gemstone in town.
She smiled kindly to Parasyte when she thanked her already before she got the lemonade. "Are you nervous?" It wasn't every day you walked into another villain's house... right? She would put the glasses of lemonade in front of the girl and would walk around it to grab what she mentioned before and took the barstool next to Parasyte to sit as well. "Hm..." she got the clips out of the little bag and unbend them and put them back together, "They keep your hair together, like this?" She put one in her long hair to move it away from her eyes and just looked at Parasyte with a smile, "I hope I got stuff that works for you and help me explain it to you." Gosh, should she have said that out loud at all, she wasn't even sure? Well only one way to find out.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Sept 15, 2020 14:17:48 GMT -4
| every childhood crush is a first true love |
Am I nervous? Totally. And nothing you do is gonna fix that!
"Nope! No I'm just, um, I have not been to another adult's hose since Ishtar had the party, so...okay, a little." Byeol-Su's cheeks swelled with air, looking like little bubbles as she pouted, before taking a sip of lemonade. The sour taste hit her tongue and all at once her face literally scrunched up into itself like a rug into a vacuum cleaner. Wow. Okay. Sour. New fact, sour made her go squish. But it was tasty, she just had to get her face back on right.
She set the glass down, pawing at the counter to be sure she put it on it instead of dropping it on the floor, then brought her hands up to her face and mushed it around with her palms until she felt it settling again. Her eyes spun a little as they opened again, somewhat dizzy. "Whoa! I didn't know sour things did that to me. I always eat sweets! Whuuh...my head."
She didn't notice that her other eye was visible again, but maybe it was a good thing that he focus wasn't on how she looked anymore.
Daffodil demonstrated what the clips did, and they looked very pretty on her, but Byeol-Su had the feeling that everything would look pretty on her. But as for putting them on herself...she frowned a little, and pushed at her hair. It didn't lift the way normal hair did, but stayed as something of a solid mass on her forehead and scalp, rather than a collection of loose strands that could be manipulated and clipped. "I...um, I don't know if I can use those, but the ties might work, if they go around the hair. Do I, uh, need to brush it? Does that hurt? How do I, uh, get it into pieces to do a braid...?"
Maybe she'd offer to help brush her hair? Or she could do it herself, if she had a mirror. Her arms could even reach all the way around her head! That had to be useful in something, right? Maybe? Or maybe not, she really knew next to nothing about hair care. Between a general lack of people to teach her that as a child, followed by living with a single male guardian, these things just didn't come up. So she was totally, utterly clueless.
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Post by Narcissa King on Sept 22, 2020 17:10:14 GMT -4
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She could not help but laugh a little because Parasyte seemed to say nope so enthusiastic to in the end still admit that she was a little nervous, it was rather cute. "That's okay, I can imagine." She did not enjoy the night at Ishtar's party, there had been a lot going wrong at that time, which probably had been a factor for her misunderstanding the woman in general. Hm, maybe she should talk to that Spanish girl some time again considering she should get more contacts. One focus at the time though, she really should see what information she could get out of this little girl, so she could help... Antonio. Was she going to risk this day that might make the girl happy for information? Was she that... low? Narcissa was disgusted by her own track of thoughts. She turned around to get a glass of lemonade for herself, therefore missing the little struggle the girl had with the drink until she spoke. "Oh my, should I change it?" She noticed a little bit of a change and felt a little bad, she never really asked how the girl her quirk worked, it always felt like such a strange conversation to straight up asked, all the hints and bits and bots she got from the villain chat (when she was around) was all.
She would try to bring the conversation to what they were going to try today. Taking a seat next to her guest on one of the other barstools and demonstrating the hair pin that she put in her own hair. "Hair ties indeed go around the hair," again Narcissa shortly demonstrated with a lose strain of her own hair. Oh god this was like... having a little kid... what a realization Narcissa, she sarcastically told herself mentally. "Brushing your hair doesn't hurt, it can a bit when your hair is very tangled but then there are tricks to make it barely sting if it's painful." She remembered how her mother always worked hard on her hair, she had no natural smooth hair like she did, a lot of money went into the straightening of her hair, it was also not good for her hair but she wasn't going to get all the curls back... she was still looking with her hair style compared to some other people, so she shouldn't complain too much right here and now. "Let me show you the three steps of braiding." She said softly, brushing her hair over her shoulder as it was long enough to braid like this and show Byeol-Su. "You make three pieces and then fold one over the other like this." In slow steps Narcissa braided the lower part of her hair before putting a little tie around it. Let's start with the easiest way. She was so curious if she could try with Parasyte her hair but she did not want to intrude and suddenly touch the girl, she would be patient and see if she would get that offer.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Sept 26, 2020 13:36:13 GMT -4
| every childhood crush is a first true love |
She really really was pretty, and she was even prettier when she laughed. Byeol-Su shook her head quickly at her question. "No! No it's nice! My face is just weird. Like the...rest of me," her voice turned into a grumble at the end. She didn't want stuff her quirk made her do to get in the way of this, though she was sure it would somehow. What if she couldn't make her hair fit into a tie? What if the brush got stuck in her head and grossed out Narcissa? Byeol-Su still watched with rapt attention as the objects were shown off. She glanced at the brush a couple of times.
"Um, what if you've never brushed you hair before, is that bad? Do I have tangles?" She put a hand to her hair and gave it a little push upward, and it drooped over her arm like, well, slime rather than hair. She didn't like feeling dumb but she really had no idea if her hair was tangled or not. How would she? It was goo, like all of her was; and it wasn't like you brush skin.
Byeol-Su lowered her hand and let her hair drop back into place with a small wet "plop" sound. It looked a little complicated, the actual braiding itself. How did she get the three pieces not to meld back into one again? Not, like, in the way Byeol-Su did because that was obviously not an issue for her, but were they separate enough to not do that? Did they have to be even pieces? How could she even tell with her head angled like that?
She touched her hair again and tried to make her fingers separate it into pieces, but her fingers just meshed into the "hair" part of her self, and couldn't make any sort of "cut" through it to make segments. She pouted. "Um...I can't...my hand keeps melting into it," Byeol-Su looked up at Cissy again. "Can you help me? Your hand won't, uh, melt. Or mush. It just...it might feel gross so if you don't want to I get it. Maybe I can use a brush...?"
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Post by Narcissa King on Sept 30, 2020 15:43:36 GMT -4
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With a little bit of a worried look in Narcissa's eyes, she asked Byeol-Su if she needed to change the lemonade. She was a little surprised by the girl her eager no and just mused a little and looked up when she said she was weird... "I don't think you are weird." Hm, maybe she was herself used to just... other drinks, more salt, sourer? She had no idea, it wasn't of importance and if she really liked it, then Narcissa would keep it that way but she wasn't sure what more to say. Everyone had something right, but she liked it, so it should be fice. She would however not linger too much on the subject, it was probably a conversation that no one wanted to have so she basically decided to show off everything she had. So the pins, the hair ties and the hairbrush and she watched the girl explain it and look at her own hair. "I don't know, everyone is different, my hair can get really fuzzy so I need to brush it a couple of days and straighten it. But who knows your hair might not do that." She looked when Parayste held up her hair, "Doesn't look tangled." But what did it look like was much harder to say.
Their conversation moved on where Narcissa as slowly as possible tried to show her braiding, get three pieces and move them one over the other. It was not easier to explain than to show it. But it wasn't that easy for someone made of... a sticky substance, the girl wasn't really that lucky with her quirk was she? She scrunched up her nose, trying to think of a plan while thinking. There wasn't anything to say at this point until Byeol-Su Mae came with the question if Narcissa could braid her hair, she tried to hide her insecurity about it. "Okay, let me try." She pulled the barstool a little closer and tried to comb her hair with her fingers. It was invisible but she felt a shiver going down her spine, this felt a bit tricky and sticky and not well but she would try it, for the sake of everything. Should she say anything or wait for Byeol-Su to come with more things to say, she wasn't entirely sure. She wasn't sure how to bring things up, but she would try, mostly working with her fingers instead of a brush as a comb, this was easier, but a sticky feeling.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Oct 8, 2020 21:24:19 GMT -4
| every childhood crush is a first true love |
Byeol-Su felt her cheeks getting thicker again, in whatever her equivalent of a blush was, at Narcissa's quick rebuttal. She didn't think Byeol-Su was too weird? No, she didn't say "too", she just said "weird". She didn't think that she was weird at all then? That was weird. Byeol-Su looked like a melting clay doll on a good day, while Narcissa, even when she wasn't trying to look super pretty, still probably looked really nice. Byeol-Su would never look as normal as her...wait, no, not normal, "pretty". Pretty. She didn't care about looking normal. She didn't hate how she looked, just everything else.
Like the melting. Which was part of how she looked.
Hm.
"Straighten? Is that hard?" She wondered, idly, if this straightening could be done on more than just hair. Was it hard? Did one roll their hair like with some kind of pin? Or was that a her thing. It was probably just a her thing.
Much to her surprise, Narcissa agreed to try to braid her hair. Immediately Byeol-Su's spine went straight. Uh. UH. She had suggested it, yes, and she did want it to happen, sure, but now that Narcissa was actually moving her seat to behind Byeol-Su and started to touch her hair it was terrifying. She was actually touching her hair! She was combing through it with her fingers. Oh no, did it feel gross? It was cold. She knew it was cold, and she knew it was slimy and sticky like clay that was half-drenched. She knew it probably didn't feel great. The only people who touched her were people who didn't care like Niso or people who were used to it like Iseul.
Would Narcissa be disgusted with her?
Byeol-Su's head ducked as she tried to bury her nerves under the weight in her belly. Narcissa's fingers cut through the "hair" with relative ease, and she could feel every brush and adjustment of goo. It wasn't as prominent as the nerves in her "skin" but it was more sensitive than those of her "clothes" and it felt kind of nice, but also kind of strange. It didn't hurt but it did feel like her hair was being split and pulled around. It was becoming more pliable, and she could feel the individual pieces as Narcissa made them. It felt kind of funny. She wondered, if she put effort in, if she could make them wiggle a little, like extra limbs. Or tentacles. Would doing that help her braid it? Probably not, but it would be a little funny.
Oh, but what if she found it even grosser?
I've never been this nervous about somebody...judging me...I don't like it...
"...sorryifitfeelsyucky...um, d-do you...do a lot with your hair? Is it fun?" She had to fill the silence somehow, or she would lose her mind. And her lunch.
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Post by Narcissa King on Oct 22, 2020 9:11:33 GMT -4
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Hm she had no idea how to answer straightening, "Yes and no?" She, therefore, answered in a sort of questioned form. "It depends on how smart you are." And she winked, you had those stupid clips on the media where a girl burned her hair off, so it was well it was how you tackled it. "It can be a bit difficult with how long it takes and how big of hairpieces you use, and if you are not careful you can burn bits of your fingertips, but well eventually you learn how to do it. I suppose." She said it without thinking too much, sounding like an airy response and as if she was still trying to figure out the answer. "I am just not that big of a fan of my curls." But on a bad day and maybe if she would take a holiday, she would not straighten her hair, definitely not. It was also a lot of money to keep getting it fixed but that was not something that worried Narcissa as she had money enough. But they would continue.
Narcissa would have never thought that Japan would bring her to this point and this conversation, about hair. But she was going to be nice, not only because Parasyte was nice, which was a big plus though, but because she was a selfish bitch that wanted something out of this and if this was a way to get it, it was a nice bonus. She watched as the girl seemed to be surprised that she agreed to try and brush her hair. Besides if a girl did not know how to braid her hair, how would her upbringing be? It was an interesting thing, she liked Parasyte in the chat, and she did intent fully to keep her as a friend. She noticed how the girl set up straight and she was glad the girl could not see how she straightened her jaw, clenching it really and tried to relax her shoulders while combing through it. She hated the feeling of it, but she wasn't going to show that, she just looked serious and focused. "Does it hurt if I do this?" Also she shouldn't be such a big baby, you could wash your hands and the sticky feeling would be gone, Parasyte couldn't and she hoped that the girl did not consider herself cursed by such a quirk.
She tilted her head a little as Parasyte mumbled a question, "Hmm," She mused out loud, "Not really, I mostly keep it just loose and the way it is. It is dyed though, I normally have black hair." Just a normal conversation, that is what this should be, nothing more and nothing less. "Sometimes I pin it in a bun or braid it so it won't get in the way. I can do lots of things I just am very lazy about it." She tried to say as a joke, not that it was particularly funny but she was desperately trying, it was the thought that counted?
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Nov 1, 2020 22:44:10 GMT -4
| every childhood crush is a first true love |
"Burn?? It burns you? Oh. That I can't do then. Burning hurts really, really bad to me," Byeol-Su winced slightly, as if a flame were right in the room, a lit match or otherwise that could make her skin boil. It wasn't a pleasant thought. "Fire is really bad. So. Can't be straight like that." Curls...so then did Narcissa have curly hair, when she didn't straighten it? Byeol-Su couldn't picture it but she was sure it had to be cute. Curly hair was cute.
Maybe that was why she didn't like it, though? Because it made her look "cute" when she was trying to look all mature instead? Byeol-Su could sort of understand that. She didn't like looking like a child, either.
Byeol-Su sat twiddling her thumbs in her lap--which really meant that they were rolling over one another until they became a solid wiggling mass that connected her hands together. Narcissa's hands were warm and Byeol-Su could feel it through her "hair", which was nice. She was always sensitive to heat but heat from a person was never bad. It was always nice. Just now it made her tummy twist up into knots in a way she wasn't used to. She shook her head as little as possible so she didn't mess up whatever it was Narcissa was doing. "No. It's, um, it's really pipeable. Err--not that word. Pile able? Pry a bill? Pliable!" She clenched her eyes shut and was grateful that Narcissa couldn't see the look of embarrassment that came to her face. Urgh. Now? Really? She was doing so well with Japanese lately but leave it to the beautiful woman to make her forget her studies...
"Dyed? So you made it lighter? Ahh..." Byeol-Su wanted to turn her head to try and imagine Narcissa with dark hair, but she also didn't want the little touches to stop. So she didn't. "I can make my clothes change color if I try. I was thinking maybe someday can do it with my hair. Or skin. Make it look more like skin than gray, or something brighter than black. Just not sure how to do it. Would probably take too long to learn, or be too hard."
Byeol-Su's voice shrunk a little. "Am not supposed to do hard things for a little bit. Friend says it could be dangerous. Wish I could do things, too."
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Post by Narcissa King on Nov 8, 2020 14:45:00 GMT -4
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"Hm, I am not sure if burns are the right verb but yes, I think it wouldn't be smart for your hair nor do I think you need it." She had no curls like Narcissa would have, though in the years of killing her hair it worked a little better. She still could have had worse, she was lucky in a sense. The rest of her life wasn't lucky so why appreciate something like your hair. She would look and notice the tension in Parasyte her shoulders, "Did you get hurt by fire before?" she asked, glad she did not put any candles on or something, she would keep these far away from the girl, that was the best she could do. She was still making sure that her hair was untangled and wondered if it would not form one clump when she would try to braid it. It wasn't like she understood Parasyte her body and thus her hair, she thought maybe using more hair ties would help but she wasn't sure if that would do it. She just mused mentally while talking to the girl and working on her hair with her fingers.
She gave a soft chuckle when Parasyte tried to find the word, she found it rather interesting and cute. "Some words are really difficult are they not? Were you born here? In Japan I mean?" She asked because she was a foreigner so she still did not know all the words either, though in this year she had learned so much, it was going rather smooth if she would say so herself. It helped that not many others spoke the language she did speak. She thought she was done and tried to keep the pieces of Byeol-Su her hair separated and looked at it to see how it would react, it was already untangled from each other, so would it work to stay separate?
When they continued to talk, Narcissa told the girl she changed her hair or the colour of it at least and she made an affirmative sound, "Yea, it's normally black." She thought about what the girl said and wondered if she should be supportive or not. The world was already hard enough, why get more disappointment? "I wouldn't give up on it yet, maybe one day you will learn, maybe you grow in your control over your quirk, I know I did." And yet, she remembered that conversation so she swallowed to say that she was young, she did not want to open that conversation and yet she planned to. It was after all her goal to grow closer and learn more about her, she made a promise, no matter how much she hated Antonio at this point. "Did you get hurt?" She said quickly when she learned she wasn't allowed to try hard things, she did sound a little worried. Narcissa wondered how it all worked, maybe she could ask if they trained her quirk often, she and her friend and how did that actually work?
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Nov 20, 2020 14:37:34 GMT -4
| every childhood crush is a first true love |
She nodded slightly, then paused, and pursed her lips into a line. "Um. Yes and no, sorta? Heat is bad for me. I melt in hot weather and that hurts, but I have also been burned. Only in a host though. When we had Niso and Luzia's wedding we got hurt by the fire, and it hurt so bad I...lost my self."
"We are from Hanguk. Korea. I speak it much better than Japanese, but I am a lot better at it than before. The translate thing in the chat helps, too." Byeol-Su spoke, voice growing a little softer and calmer as Narcissa kept working through her hair. The heat from her fingers felt really nice, and easier to feel when she was touching Byeol-Su. It was very nice, and it was making it harder to hold onto those pesky nerves the more she played with it. The strands (or clumps) she lifted away stayed disconnected, more like a limp tentacle than anything else, but it did drip drip drip slowly from the tip more noticeably than when it had been a part of the main mass of "hair". The little drips dissipated into the air the when they hit the ground, leaving not a trace of their existence. Byeol-Su didn't seem to notice.
Ah.
There were those words she hated so much.
Maybe one day, you'll grow.
In any context, she hated that sentence. She hated that sentiment. It was not Narcissa's fault for saying it--it wasn't like she didn't know--but all the same a broiling pain bubbled in her belly and made her feel ill.
"I don't think I will." She said very quietly. Narcissa's next question followed into her reply very easily, and Byeol-Su took a small breath. "Yes. At the wedding. But even before that I was already told not to. Now it's worse. So even if I want to try, will be told no because I'm too weak. It could make me die faster if I use too much of me, friend said. Like I did that time, too."
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