Post by xavier on Feb 14, 2008 8:56:35 GMT
The moment those few, yet icy cold words fell from his lips, his eyes watched how the young girl fell onto her knees, her eyes fluttering closed; his gaze observed her stonily, noticing the way her fingers threaded through the grass before her hands closed tightly, enclosing clumps of grass within her fists. The way she exhaled and released the grass clenched tightly within her fists in unison, it was like she was doing some odd relaxation technique, and his hazel-green eyes left the young girl's figure and returned to gaze at the page within his art folder, looking over the half-finished pencilled drawing upon the white paper. The sound of someone clearing their throat sounded next to him, but he didn't look up; he knew it was the girl, and if she had something to say to him, he knew that she would say it without needing his full attention on her. He already felt her blatant gaze upon him, but he ignored it for the most part. He could, however, feel how her eyes were studying him, almost searching if he really wanted to get technical about it all.
A light wind danced across the hill, and he felt the invisible tendrils of its currents brush lightly across the skin of his neck; the air was not icy cold, but enough to make any person's hairs stand on end slightly. Not Xavier's, it barely stirred a ripple in his conscious mind and it certainly created no response from his body. His fingers picked up the pencil he'd been sketching with again, intending to continue adding to the drawing. He could still feel her deep stare locked plainly and blatantly on him, but he'd long since stopped acknowledging that she was standing there. Unless she spoke again, and the words demanded his attention for even a spilt second, he wasn't going to give her the attention that he knew she was looking for concerning what she was talking about. His ears picked up a small sound, and he briefly allowed himself the luxury of glancing in her direction; he was nothing except slightly amused that she'd given herself a whack against the head. Obviously she'd caught on that she was making herself out to look stupid.
The silence that hung in the air was comforting to Xavier, and the longer it was around, the more comfortable he would be. Naturally, however, with someone as obviously talkative as her, that was never going to be the case, and he was only having a case of wishful thinking. He heard her stand up before she spoke, uttering his name with a rather confident tone, and it was that only that made him pause in his sketching again to look up at her, his eyebrow slightly raised. She'd started to speak, but then had paused, looking as how she was trying to figure out how to word what she was going to say to him. Then she finished her sentence, adding a smile, and his response was to look at her as if he was wondering if she was bordering on mentally unstable; what she said right after that, however, made him stop wondering immediately and become completely certain, regardless of what truth he knew. "You can fly?" he stated rhetorically, a bemused smirk on his lips. "I'd be more likely to turn you into the closest mental institution then believe that."
He knew that statement was bordering on painfully nasty and rude, but he honestly didn't give a flying fuck about it, pun intended. Like he was really going to smile in a friendly way and show that he believed her, and then tell her that it was so amazing that she could fly. Please, as if. And when she knelt down near to the rock that he sat comfortably on, asking him questions with a curious tilt of her head, he was never more ready then to deny that he was 'Tainted' in his whole life, or blessed as she obviously called people like... he mentally cringed... them. He had no issues with having his gift, or being among others, the majority of which had no powers and would never have. He didn't have an issue with letting others like him know that he had a power. What he did have an issue with was telling this overly friendly and hyperactive female that he was anything like her, as he was more then sure that it would sentence him to end up having her tag behind him for the rest of his days living in San. Having his brother drunk for the rest of his life even sounded better then that. He raised his eyebrow, giving her a cold stare. "Blessed? Hardly. Call it for what its universally known as, child. They're known as the 'Tainted'," he stated coldly, covering up what he thought on the subject. "I might do. I might not. Either way, I wouldn't tell you."
A light wind danced across the hill, and he felt the invisible tendrils of its currents brush lightly across the skin of his neck; the air was not icy cold, but enough to make any person's hairs stand on end slightly. Not Xavier's, it barely stirred a ripple in his conscious mind and it certainly created no response from his body. His fingers picked up the pencil he'd been sketching with again, intending to continue adding to the drawing. He could still feel her deep stare locked plainly and blatantly on him, but he'd long since stopped acknowledging that she was standing there. Unless she spoke again, and the words demanded his attention for even a spilt second, he wasn't going to give her the attention that he knew she was looking for concerning what she was talking about. His ears picked up a small sound, and he briefly allowed himself the luxury of glancing in her direction; he was nothing except slightly amused that she'd given herself a whack against the head. Obviously she'd caught on that she was making herself out to look stupid.
The silence that hung in the air was comforting to Xavier, and the longer it was around, the more comfortable he would be. Naturally, however, with someone as obviously talkative as her, that was never going to be the case, and he was only having a case of wishful thinking. He heard her stand up before she spoke, uttering his name with a rather confident tone, and it was that only that made him pause in his sketching again to look up at her, his eyebrow slightly raised. She'd started to speak, but then had paused, looking as how she was trying to figure out how to word what she was going to say to him. Then she finished her sentence, adding a smile, and his response was to look at her as if he was wondering if she was bordering on mentally unstable; what she said right after that, however, made him stop wondering immediately and become completely certain, regardless of what truth he knew. "You can fly?" he stated rhetorically, a bemused smirk on his lips. "I'd be more likely to turn you into the closest mental institution then believe that."
He knew that statement was bordering on painfully nasty and rude, but he honestly didn't give a flying fuck about it, pun intended. Like he was really going to smile in a friendly way and show that he believed her, and then tell her that it was so amazing that she could fly. Please, as if. And when she knelt down near to the rock that he sat comfortably on, asking him questions with a curious tilt of her head, he was never more ready then to deny that he was 'Tainted' in his whole life, or blessed as she obviously called people like... he mentally cringed... them. He had no issues with having his gift, or being among others, the majority of which had no powers and would never have. He didn't have an issue with letting others like him know that he had a power. What he did have an issue with was telling this overly friendly and hyperactive female that he was anything like her, as he was more then sure that it would sentence him to end up having her tag behind him for the rest of his days living in San. Having his brother drunk for the rest of his life even sounded better then that. He raised his eyebrow, giving her a cold stare. "Blessed? Hardly. Call it for what its universally known as, child. They're known as the 'Tainted'," he stated coldly, covering up what he thought on the subject. "I might do. I might not. Either way, I wouldn't tell you."