I was planning on finishing my "short"; Aishe fiction before i moved on, but i got the wild hair to write this today and i want to do something with it...so here you go. believe it or not (lol sarcasm) i have tons of stuff written about Alex. i should. he's the center of my whole fiction universe. my "main character" if thats what you want to call him. in my little world, it's all about Alex. but i dont usually do it in the first person. at least not on paper XD if you dont know me well, Alex is the guy (yes, guy) in my icon up there. thats the doll version (one of them). the original, drawn version can be seen over and over again on my DA page. 

What you should know: the three characters that appear in this part, Alex, David and Kimi (mentioned) are vampires. this story is the first part in what i hope will be the all text intro to my WIP graphic novel "Forgotten Children." There is no editing at all. so no making fun!
part one of part one is in the previous journal post. 

i think thats about it, so i'll get on with it.


The First Time
Part One (uh, part two of part one?? lol) – Stupid Hair

I was staring again. Rather than sitting on my bed, I had perched on the edge of the tub in the bathroom, all ready to do the deed with my shirt off and bandages removed. I left my piercings in…I wasn’t sure if I should, or if it even mattered, but if I took them out they’d close up instantly. I didn’t really want to go back and redo them all.

I had an array of hair dyes on the sink in front of me in an attempt to choose a color that I would most likely using for a long time. And no, in case you’re wondering – not too thrilled about it. At all.

Kimi, as usual, had come through wonderfully for me. She had gotten just about every color you could imagine hair in, from brown (that went right in the trash) to bright pink (so did that one) and everything in between.  And yet I was no closer to picking one.

Eliminating what I hated seemed easier then picking what I liked, so I threw the black out too. Next went the horrible bright yellow I’d actually seen people use in an attempt to be blond. I realized blue was awful, and red was out…and my trash was getting full so I figured I should get my act together. Stalling wasn’t going to make this easier.

I picked up the green and stopped in the action of tossing it when I saw the name. “Acid Green.” Heh. For some reason I liked that, so the green went back to the sink, ending up next to the purple (which had the incredibly original name of “Purple”).  Seeing those two colors together gave me a sudden flash of creativity and I knew exactly want I wanted to do.

15 to 20 minutes later I was back in front of the sink with my newly colored hair dripping all over the place while I hacked away at it with a scissors. I figured if I had to take the time to color this mess every few weeks I could cut it too.  And for the first time in…well, my whole life, I’d actually have some kind of style to the disaster I called my hair. I cut off another chunk and decided hair cutting was probably a whole lot easier with a mirror…. Oh well, I sure as hell couldn’t stop, I was committed! I stared instead at the wall in front of me behind the sink where, in a normal bathroom, the mirror would be.

I didn’t have one, there had never been one here. When the Tower had been built I’d requested this room specifically not to have a mirror. Not seeing yourself is pretty damn depressing. As is, I soon found out, staring at a blank wall. One day I couldn’t take it anymore and started drawing on it, and I’ve never stopped. I’ve used anything and everything that will mark on the surface; paint, crayon, oil pastels, chalk…I’m not picky. If it makes a mark, it’ll do. The drawing changes almost daily, I just go over what’s already there. At the center, about where the reflection of a person standing at the sink would be, I drew myself. Sort of.  It was more like a “reflection” of me, and not a very realistic one. An impression, really. This current “reflection” must have been done when I was really out of it because I didn’t remember doing it and it’s…disturbing. There was no mouth and the eyes had been scribbled out with heavy black strokes. I think it’s about time to redo that one.

There was knock on the door and someone entered my room, apparently deciding I didn’t need or want any sort of privacy what so ever.

“Alex? Are you done yet?”

David, of course.  Who else would barge in here uninvited, thinking my hair color was his business too? Ok,  in a way it was, but still…

“Yeah, I’m finished. Though I didn’t realize I was on a time schedule.”

“You’re not, I just wanted to AAAAAAAGH!!!”

I almost laughed as he hit the ground. I would have, but I don’t actually laugh that much. Or ever. The closest I got was the kind of smile that the people who know me best are afraid of. “You ok? That sounded like it hurt.”

“Guh. Wha…what did you do to yourself?!”

I turned to face him then, and hit him with my most innocent, wide-eyed expression. This is a man who has known me my whole life, so he should be used to me.

“What? You don’t like it?”

He actually sputtered for a minute still on the floor. Yeah, this argument was over, I won. He just needed a few minutes to figure that out for himself. There are benefits to looking the way I do. Very, very few, but they do exist.

“Your hair is GREEN!”

“Well, that’s a relief. I was afraid I’d done it wrong…”

“GREEN!!! And purple! You streaked it with purple! GAH!!”
 

“It’s just one streak. See? Right here.”
 

“Oh I see it. Everyone can see it from a mile away!!”

“I dunno. I’m not all that sure anyone will notice.”

“How are people not going to notice your hair is GREEN!!”

“Well, I figure I’m not really all that exciting, so this might bring me about up to everybody else.”

“GAH!!”

“You said that already.”

“I… I can’t believe this. I can’t! Why…how…you…you have to take it out!”

“It’s permanent.”

“Then re-dye it!”

“With what? Orange? That might make an interesting color…” I swear I haven’t had this much fun in ages.

“Oh my god, get away from the hair dye!”

“Come on David, it’ll be ok”

“Uck. I have to go out in public with you. Everyone will be staring….uck…”

“You’ll get over it.”

“I won’t…”

“Yes you will.” I watched David plunk himself down on the edge of the tub, much like I’d been sitting earlier only looking utterly defeated, and turned back to face the wall behind the sink. Looking at my drawn “reflection” I wished for the first time in centuries that I could see myself in the mirror. “This thing is out of date now.” I reached into the sink drawer that held all the art supplies I used on the wall and located a green crayon, “I have to fix it…”

I climbed up onto the sink and started scribbling. David sat there and watched. He didn’t say anther word about my hair.

to be continued...

you know the spiel. all the characters, the doll and every part of this belong to me. even think about stealing and you will so regret it. thanks! have a nice day^^

Disclaimer: i have nothing against brunettes. i am one. thats right, my hair is BROWN and i like it!! my views are not Alex's views. he's his own person. sort of XD

 

 I was planning on finishing my "short"; Aishe fiction before i moved on, but i got the wild hair to write this today and i want to do something with it...so here you go. believe it or not (lol sarcasm) i have tons of stuff written about Alex. i should. he's the center of my whole fiction universe. my "main character" if thats what you want to call him. in my little world, it's all about Alex. but i dont usually do it in the first person. at least not on paper XD if you dont know me well, Alex is the guy (yes, guy) in my icon up there. thats the doll version (one of them). the original, drawn version can be seen over and over again on my DA page. the pic in this entry is him too. before the hair thing (and minus all the facial piercings. they were supposed to go on another doll but i fail)...which is what youre about to read XD

What you should know: the three characters that appear in this part, Alex, David and Kimi (mentioned) are vampires. this story is the first part in what i hope will be the all text intro to my WIP graphic novel "Forgotten Children." I literally just wrote all of it today, so there is no editing at all. so no making fun!

i think thats about it, so i'll get on with it.

The First Time
Part One – Stupid Hair

“Alex, I think you should dye your hair.”

“What?” I have to admit, this statement coming from David, of all people, was not only shocking but a complete surprise. And it’s not easy to surprise a telepath. Way to go David. Gold star for you.

I looked up from the book I was reading, my somewhat decent mood sliding down a notch. I swear he nags on everything about me like he’s the parent of a freaking teenager. Give me less than three years and I’ll be 500. That’s not a teenager. And he is not my parent. Not technically anyway.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” the annoyance must have been audible in my voice because he back-pedaled immediately.

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong with it…. I just think you look like, well, you.”

I flung my book aside and rubbed my temples sighing. This talking in circles crap gives me a headache. “Tell me what you’re all about already, before I read your fucking mind and get it over with.”

“Calm down, it’s no big deal. I just think it would be a good idea if we changed your overall appearance a little. We’re already hiding your…identifying marks and stuff… (This is how he see’s my tattoos and scars. As identifying marks.) I think this will help too.”

“So it’s a ‘disguise.’ You do remember I’m registered under my real name, right?”

“Not so much a s disguise as a precaution. Black is a common enough name, but you…you don’t look…common.” He at least had the decency to look sheepish as he said that. “And there’s the whole blond thing.”

I didn’t even have to ask what that meant. Natural blonds are a rarity these days, and natural white-blonds hardly exist at all. As it stands, my hair is pretty damn noticeable in a crowd. Stupid hair. It’s always been high on the list of what I hate most about myself…at this moment it’s graduated to number one.

“Right, fine. Whatever.” No use arguing. Besides, as I mentioned, I hate my hair. Unfortunately I hate dying it more. I’m just too lazy to keep up with it! My hair grows fast and it’s a pain. Stupid hair.

“Great! I can go pick up some dye tonight before the stores close and you can do it when I get home. Then you’ll have a few days to get used to it.”

Get used to what? It’s not like I can see myself!

“No, I’ll take care of it. You might get something weird, and I’m the one who has to live with it.”

I was rewarded by a very suspicious look from David.
“Just how are you going to ‘take care of it’?”

“I have my ways.” My “ways” consist of me telling Kimi what I want and having her go get it for me. Not too exciting, but messing with David is one of my favorite pastimes. I would be so bored without it.

Leaving David with a dubious expression on his face, I took my book and retreated to my room. It was going to be hard to decide what color to go without the aid of a mirror, and I wanted to think about it. David had been thinking brown (yuck) so of course I wasn’t about to do that. I’d gone black before and didn’t want to go there either.

I sat on my bed and pulled a few chunks of my almost white blond hair in front of my face so I could see it better. Not that I really needed too, it was almost always hanging in front of my face.
After 20 minutes of staring and going cross-eyed from staring I threw myself back on the bed and dramatically flung my arms over my eyes. “Screw it.” I mumbled. I’ll just have Kimi get a bunch of different colors and pick on the fly. I should really do something ridiculous, like blue. Or purple. If my hair is obnoxious enough it might keep people from looking at my face. Plus, there is the always-fun added bonus of pissing David off. I caught myself smiling. I told you it was one of my favorite pastimes.


to be continued...

you know the spiel. all the characters, the doll and every part of this belong to me. even think about stealing and you will so regret it. thanks! have a nice day^^

Disclaimer: i have nothing against brunettes. i am one. thats right, my hair is BROWN and i like it!! my views are not Alex's views. he's his own person. sort of XD

lol i keep editing XDD

 They sat in silence for a few moments, comfortable enough with each other not to have to talk. Aishe was relieved and happy to have someone to confide in finally. He rarely noticed how alone he was until he had his friends around. Or friend, anyway. Sitting there, he had a tough time coming up with any one other person he would call a friend, rather than an acquaintance.

“y’know, I’m pretty sure that vampire that comes in here all the time is a medium….Maybe we need to ask him for some advice. Or help. I think they do that kind of thing...for money I mean.”

Aishe didn’t need to ask whom Jacob was talking about. His ability to see a persons (or in this case, vampires) aura allowed him to see the very creature every time he was near.  Most humans have a nice aura. Just a few colors that changed depending on state of mind and mood. This vampire (Aisheka was pretty sure he knew his name, but would never admit that) was brilliant.  His aura shone so bright and was so vast that it almost hurt to look at. Aishe loved it. It reminded him of what it was like to see things for real, not just the pale echoes of life he saw now.

“See they have this agency, I guess. I’ve heard them talking about it…the other one is in charge. I guess you have no idea what I’m even talking about. Oh wait! He left me his card just the other day. I’ll get it!” Jacob got up before Aishe had a chance to disagree.  He waited patiently for Jacob to return and thought about seeking “professional help” for his problem.

On one hand he might not be able to afford the price. A professional cleansing could be expensive, especially if a ritual of some kind was involved. On the other, Aishe had never heard of a vampire who was a medium before. Any kind of metaphysical or psychic ability usually died with human and didn’t carry over into the vampire. How on earth was he supposed to perform a cleansing ritual if he couldn’t actually handle anything blessed? It was worth looking into just for curiosities sake…plus Aishe would love the chance to talk to him. It had been so long since finding him the first time. If it was even the same man from before. He was dying to find out. And of course getting rid of his ghost would be a great, added bonus!

He was completely convinced it was a perfect plan when Jacob came back.

“Found it! It was the pocket of my jacket. I thought I’d put it in my wallet…. Anyway, the address is on here. It’s not too far away, the bus would take you there and it might only be about 20 minutes away.”

Aishe stood up, looking determined, “that’s perfect! I’ll go tonight!”

“Tonight? Already? Don’t you want to wait until it’s not so…late? I mean, they might not be accepting clients or something.” Jacob sounded a little worried, and Aishe smiled reassuringly at his friend.

“It’s not late, theyre vampires aren’t they?” Aishe said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “They probably haven’t even woken up yet! Besides, I want to go now and get it over with, I mean, you were right. I have to see about getting rid of my…problem. And there is no better time like the present!”

Jacob handed over the card. “Just be careful, alright? It’s already dark out, and it’ll be dangerous out there.”

“I know, but I’ll be fine. The driver will know where to go, and I won’t have to walk very far. “

“Call me if you can, when you get home. I won’t be able to get to sleep later if I don’t know you’re ok! After all if something happens, it will be my fault for sending you.”

“I will. Thanks Jacob. I really...appreciate your help. And friendship.” Things were getting mushy now. Both Jacob and Aisheka were a little embarrassed.

“Hey no problem! I just mentioned it, you’re the one who has to trek all over town and talk to vampires!”

“Ha ha! You’re right! And I had better get at it, or it really will be too late. See you later!”

“Bye”

Uriel watched Aisheka walk down the broken sidewalk toward the bus stop. He couldn’t help feeling a little nervous, after all, he was essentially sending an innocent person off to a coven of vampires. An innocent blind person, and alone no less. True, Aishe was half demon, but Uriel was fairly certain that the demon part of him was as harmless and naïve as the human part. He shivered, and hoped Aishe knew what he was getting into, because Uriel sure as hell didn’t.

This is meant to be a work of fiction, any resemblance to any persons living or dead is totally a coincidence. so there. and be warned, this nor any previous stories has yet to be edited. ever.

Aisheka is CP Sleeping Vampire Breakaway Modd on a B&G Body. His Faceup is by KittyMaru and Scars by Nezumitoo. this doll, his character and all photots belongs to me, no reposting or stealing of any kind. or else. srsly. i'll track you down and you will regret it.

wow look at me with my second entry in two days!!! does this make me cool? or annoying? XD
in any case, enjoy my attempts at writing!^^

 gug.

today sucks already and its only 845.

i have a million things to do this week, so i feel all busy and crap, i left a pizza sitting on the dining room table, i dont have tea so im tempted to grab the nasty cold crap still on my desk from yesterday, some total redneck HICK tried to help me park this morning not knowing i was waiting for him to MOVE out of my way so i could park, i have the project from hell that is supposed to be note cards that are turning into a nightmare thanks to too much involvement from people who should have nothing to do with graphics at all. yes, animal division and development. im talking to YOU. leave us alone so we can do our job!!!! and my computer sucks. SUCKS!! its so slow and pathetic, none of my settings are staying saved and photoshop refuses to see the same damn folder ive been saving to for two days! WTF?!?!? i thought macs were supposed to be smart. not mine. its on the slow bus to nowheresville.

plus, no tea.

teaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

now im a tealess zombie D:

Little Alex (Dollmore Kid Pado for those of you into BJDs) is sitting on my desk looking pissed off one minute and happy the next. sometimes i dont know how to handle him, since he's one of two dolls i own who is actually supposed to be human. im up to five vampires, three elves, two and half demons, one ghost, two cats, two angels (need more angels) and my two sad humans. who are actually the same sad human. confused. yeah me too. thats why i have to write it all down, so i dont get lost. too many dolls. i think i need more >:D

well, id continue this cheerfullness, but as i mentioned before, my computers sucks. im off to restart. have a nice day!!

Aishe decided he couldn’t stand outside his own door all day and night and began walking in the direction he was most familiar with, toward Dante’s Coffee House. Maybe Jacob will be working tonight, that would be nice at least. He picked up a little speed. He did have somewhere to go after all, Dante’s was practically his home away from home. He could find his way there in a snowstorm without his cane if he needed too. And since it was getting colder, a nice hot cup of tea would hit the spot right about now.

Aishe rounded a corner and there it was, squatting between two much larger buildings, the only coffee shop around that stayed open 24 hours. It was said to cater to vampires, and that a vampire actually owned it. Aishe didn’t know for sure, he’d never met the owner, but he was pretty sure there was at least one non-human who worked there.

Dante’s was bright and colorful this evening so Aishe decided it must be busy. Of course he couldn’t actually see the building, but like any place where lots of people congregated, it built up an aura of its own, almost like a living being. And Aisheka could see auras the way most people…well, could see. As he entered through the door it was too loud for him to immediately pick out any one familiar voice, and instead of getting in the long line, Aishe headed toward the section full of tables, chairs and other comfortable seating.

“Here you go hun, this table is empty” the woman was trying to be helpful, and Aisheka was not one to get defensive over his lack of sight. Besides, today he was happy to take advantage of his blindness. He thanked her and sat down with an exhausted sigh. He felt better already. Here in the crowd of the coffee shop, he felt less alone and frightened. It wasn’t really fair to call him frightened either, but it was a little scary. Not the ghost itself (or spirit, shade or whatever it was), but the fact that it could completely rearrange the occult shop and his living space behind it without him knowing. And for the first time since losing his sight, he felt a little handicapped.

Someone had moved into his personal space and was actually sitting down at his table. Aishe heard the unmistakable sound of a ceramic cup being pushed across the table toward him, the pleasant aroma of jasmine and green tea rising up from the cup.

“Hey, you really look like you could use this” a familiar voice told him.

“Jacob! I was wondering if you were here today!”

“Heh. I’m always here. I swear, without me, this place would so fail.”

“Ha ha! It would! No contest.” Aishe sipped his tea and sighed, “It’s so good to hear your voice Jacob. How are you doing?”

“I can’t complain. I’m good…but I feel like I should be worried about you. You looked so…frazzled when you came in. Is everything alright?”

Aishe tilted his head down in order to hide the expression on his face. He didn’t want to worry his friend, but he couldn’t seem to outright lie either.

“Hey, Aishe, really…is there something wrong? Is it that ghost? Did it hurt you?”

There was a reason why Aishe considered a boy who worked in a coffee shop to be his friend. The concern in Jacobs voice was just what he needed to hear.

“Not yet, but…I’m starting to get nervous Jake. It’s throwing things around now.…”

“Man, that’s just not safe! You need to get rid of it!”

“I can’t! I’m not a medium and I don’t know how. This is the first time in all my life I’ve had to deal with ghosts! I…I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, we’ve got to figure something out. You could get seriously hurt.”

To be Continued 

This is meant to be a work of fiction, any resemblance to any persons living or dead is totally a coincidence. so there.

i would also like to add that i dont write professionally nor do i really edit this crap, so dont pay attention to stuff like my missing apostrophes in dont. 

Aisheka is  CP Sleeping Vampire Breakaway Modd on a B&G Body. His Faceup is by KittyMaru and Scars by Nezumitoo. this doll, his character and all photots belongs to me, no reposting or stealing of any kind. or else. srsly. i'll track you down and you will regret it.

He was holding his broom and trying to determine the best place to start cleaning, when the second crash came from someplace at his far left. Aisheka jumped, startled into letting out a soft cry.  His heart pounding he turned his head toward the direction of the sound hoping for some sign of life. Nothing. Again.

He started moving in the general direction the sound had come from when a third crash came from the other side of the shop. This one had the obvious sound of something breaking.

“Stop it!” he screamed, frustration finally getting the better of him. Instead of investigating he made his way as quickly as he could to the register, which was against the far wall. He slipped behind the large, wooden counter and stood there a moment, feeling oddly safer there, than in the exposed store area. He listened, straining his ears for some sound. Nothing, it was quiet again.

Okay, so what broke? Hopefully it wasn’t anything expensive…

But it probably was, the stupid ghost had a feel for the irreplaceable.

Aisheka felt around behind the counter for his worn leather sandals, and slid them on his feet. Normally he preferred to wander about the shop barefoot, but the thought of getting sharp, broken pieces of…something…in his feet was not so much fun. He would need medical attention for sure, there was no way he could get all the pieces of …something…out of his feet on his own. He grabbed his cane and used it to feel his way slowly toward where he thought the sound had come from. He felt so foolish, using his cane to get around his own shop, but the usually organized area had become total chaos recently thanks to the angry spirit that taken root there. So he shuffled along slowly, until his cane hit the remains of whatever it was that had broken. Aishe carefully lowered himself to his hands and knees and began to pick up the broken pieces. It didn’t take him long to figure out what it was. That damn African fetish he’d dragged all over half of the planet! It wasn’t just worth a fortune, it had sentimental value…he’d owned it for years. Aishe sat there holding the pieces and feeling uncharacteristically miserable. He hoped there really hadn’t been any latent power in the artifact because it was surely unleashed now, and Aisheka didn’t need any more trouble. He started gathering the larger pieces together when something cold, and clammy brushed the back of his neck, through his thick cascade of hair.

“ACK!!” terrified he jumped up and whirled around in one graceful motion.

“I’ve had it with you! I’ve said it a million times, I can’t hear you, I can’t see you and I can’t help you! Now go and find a real medium and leave me the hell alone!”

An answering thump made him jump again.

“That’s it! I’m outta here, I can’t take this anymore.”

Aishe moved as fast as he could to the door. He grabbed his cloak from the hanger by the doorframe, paused a moment to throw it on and adjust the hood, and dashed out into the cool evening, slamming the door behind him, but being very careful to lock it.

Outside everything was different. Running away seemed a little childish, and he really had nowhere to go. He clutched his cane with both hands and stood there feeling lost.

“This is great, now I’m feeling sorry for myself, and I can’t go back home. What am I supposed now?” he heard several people who had been walking by scurry away.

“Even better. Now I’m talking to myself and scaring people. What a wonderful day this is turning out to be…” 

To Be Continued...

This is meant to be a work of fiction, any resemblance to any persons living or dead is totally a coincidence. so there.

Aisheka is  CP Sleeping Vampire Breakaway Modd on a B&G Body. His Faceup is by KittyMaru and Scars by Nezumitoo. this doll, his character and all photots belongs to me, no reposting or stealing of any kind. or else. srsly. i'll track you down and you will regret it.

lol sorry the pic is so big XDD it didnt want to resize....

 im selling everything i own. 

 so i think i mentioned in my one and only previous entry that i would be using Lj for a place to put stories of my characters...some of which are in actual existing form as Ball-jointed-dolls (BJD). Wyn is an anomaly as he was created for the doll, not the other way around. some background: i got into the whole doll thing in order to make my characters (particularly Alex) as dolls. i didnt expect to love it as much as i do, or to get quite as obsessed, but i did and now i have 7 complete dolls, one on the way, and two floating heads waiting for bodies. chances are i'll be ordering another one really soon. any way, back to Wyn. Wyn was my 4th doll who could have been my second, but i was only buying dolls for characters and the B&G Sapphira, being an elf, had no place in my story. so instead of Sapphira i bought Ymir who became Lucifer. cause he's so damn cute^^

after my 3rd doll (whom i no longer own) i gave in and bought the Sapphira anyway, thus having my first doll with no character. well, this is not entirely true....i had one elf, who had been revamped, then scrapped all together when he no longer fit in with my story...so i loosely based Wyn on him. Magnus (the old character who would become Wyn) was a half elf, half troll with pale blue hair, purple eyes and a cows tail (troll), so i thought i could do that at least with the Sapphira, but not anything else as the mangus in my head looked nothing like Sapphira and had a stern personality that doll could never pull off. i looked for blue hair and found nothing resembling what i wanted so i got purple instead, some fantastic green eyes and found something i could use as the tail. then the doll showed up almost a week early with practically no warning. he had a wig, no eyes since they didnt come in for 2 more weeks, no clothes no tail (didnt finish it) no name and no personality. he did get his tail that day, but it was several more days of me searching through elvish language sites to find a name before he got his. and in the end, the name Wyn just sort of popped in my head...and i made the rest up to go with it. about the first week of me owning him, i wrote him a story that i havent looked at since. it hasnt been edited or messed with or fixed in any way, so sorry if it sucks. since then ive changed it a bit and im pretty confident i can work him in nicely with the rest of my characters in the story/comic i call "Forgotten Children." with a title like that he fits in already!

if you want to see my Wynnie, he's spammed all over Den of Angels, the BJD forum (must be a member to log on) and he's on my Deviant Art page. if you do go look, All my art, characters and their images, likenesses and everything else on that page belongs to me. including the dolls and their images. seriously that shit is not for reposting anywhere at all. so dont do it. its wrong, ridiculous and kinda sad to steal other peoples art.

enough rant. if youre still reading, here's the original story of Wyn. just so you know, i dont consider myself a writer at all, so no making fun!! XD

Once upon a time (hey you asked for it) a Sidhe noble was looking for one last fling before he was to be betrothed to some other nobles daughter. He met what he thought was a beautiful, human maiden in the forest, and being of the fae, he tricked her into thinking he loved her and they got it on right there next to a stream. After it was over, he took off before she woke up, leaving her alone in the dark scary woods. She woke up, realized she was alone and that her “prince” sucked, and went home…to her family of mountain trolls. The woman was actually a Huldermaiden, a female troll, born to look like a beautiful women with a cows tail. The job of a Huldermaiden was to lure human men to their families’ lair to be eaten. This particular Huldermaiden however had been looking to escape the troll life and was trying to find a husband, for if a Huldermaiden is married to a human in a church, her tail falls off and she can live a normal life, also as a human.  Needless to say, she was pissed at having been tricked herself by an elf. I’m really glad I wasn’t there to see that, as trolls have nasty tempers.

Fast forward nine months, and we have the Sidhe noble about to be married, when a woman shows up on his doorstep with a baby, claiming it’s his. Eep. To make matters worse, the woman says she’s a troll (dear god no!) and can’t keep the baby cause her family wanted to eat it. The Elf Lord had no choice but to take the child, because elves tend to look down upon the eating of their young, and it was obvious the kid was his, cause they both had the same bright green eyes, and violet hair. The larger-than-normal and floppy ears along with the cow-like tail however, were very unelf-like. Not to mention he suddenly had a kid before even marrying his soon-to-be wife. The troll-woman didn’t seem to care, she handed him the baby, and left after telling him the child had been named Naerwyn, which meant Tearful Song. Not knowing what to do and totally embarrassed, he gave the baby to his cook and told her to hide him away from all the other elves so as not to ruin his reputation.

So Naerwyn grew up in the dark underbelly of his prosperous home, playing with the servant children and using whatever he found on the floor as toys (dirt, rocks, trash). His father would visit him once every two months, just to see how he was and if he still had that tail (he did) but was never affectionate with him. It didn’t help that not only did Wyn not look completely like an elf, but that he seemed to have no talent whatsoever for magic, something the elves valued in themselves greatly. A child with troll blood seemed to be totally worthless to the status-seeking Elf Lord, and so he was content to continue keeping Wyn hidden from the rest of the Fae. Unfortunately for him, Lady Luck must have taken a vacation the day the cook left the backdoor wide open, and a small, curious troll-elf-child wandered out into the gardens of Faerie for the first time in his life.

Wyn immediately fell in love with the gardens of Faerie. It was his first time to even see them, as his dungeon-like home had not even a single window for him to look out of. He was simply enamored by the wonderful smells, sounds and the sight of things like flowers, the sky…and butterflies. The butterflies were his favorite, such tiny delicate wings…and they flew! Never seeing anything as beautiful as the Faerie garden, Wyn never noticed that there were other elves about. Some Elvin Ladies having lunch by an ornate fountain thought they saw a strange child gallivanting among the flowers. Wyn never noticed the Ladies, but he had no choice but to see his father, who violently grabbed his arm and dragged him back inside.

“What if someone were to find out that you’re mine?? What would they think?!” Livid, the Elf Lord locked his bastard son up in a tower overlooking the very garden he had tried to explore and never let him out. This was somehow a worse punishment than living in the basements under the palaces. Now Wyn was able to see the world now, but forbidden to go near it, or even leave his tiny room. Miserable and lonely, Wyn could only sit by his one window and dream of the day he could leave this place.

One day, several years later, Naerwyn got up the courage to ask his father if he could go outside again, just once and at night so no one would notice him. Just to get some fresh air, he’d loved being outside so much the one time he was able to get there…. His father did nothing for a while but glare at him. He was tired of being forced to care for this troll-thing who was living here. He had a naggy wife and his own real elf children to deal with, and no longer wanted to be reminded of his “little mistake” every time he heard a creak over the ceiling or had to go up to the attic to retrieve some old, dusty relic. “You know what?” he said, “if you like being outside so much, you can stay there forever! And never come back here again! You little ungrateful brat!”

And just like that, Naerwyn found himself alone and banished forever. With nowhere else to go, he wandered off into the woods…where he was for god knows how long, having god knows what happening to him. Until one day when I was also wandering around in the woods. I had been told to go on a snipe hunt, and having no idea what a snipe looked like, I was pretty surprised to find one sitting by a stream. It was clearly terrified of me, so I gave it my peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich, which it must have liked, cause it followed me back. After everyone ran screaming from my what-was-apparently-not-a-snipe, I took it home and let it have the run of my apartment, along with my angel, vampire, half angel-half vampire and two cats. After about a week of coxing I finally found out his name, and some of his story. Happily Wyns personality is also coming out, now that he is in an, er,...normal environment. Relatively speaking anyway. Someday I might find out a little more about him, but right now he’s still shy and very quiet. I just think he’s happy to live somewhere where he gets food, his own clothes to wear, a place to sleep and shiny, pretty things to amuse himself with. A place where no one is ashamed of him, where he can go outside when he wants to, and no one thinks he is even remotely ugly. He still follows me around everywhere, so he’s not lonely anymore and he shows no intention of leaving. I guess he must have really liked that peanut butter sandwich.

thank you and goodnight^^

 

 

yeah. so i gots me a livejournal and now i dont know what to do with it XDD
well, probably it will be a place for me to dump all my fictional writings i cant put anywhere else...i got stuff already! or for photos and sketches too crappy for DA. yeah. i have a lot of that XD

so anyway, hi <3
if you want to talk to me elsewhere i'll be on DeviantArt or Den Of Angels (BJD community forums - for members only) under the same name, cause im creative like that! XDD

thanksies, and have a nice day^^