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| Name: Bianka Age: Young Adult Gender: Female Species: Human? Eyes: Light Blue Hair: Pale Yellow Height: Short Size: Small Skin color: Pale Attitude: Shy Obssession: Shoes |
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| The Vella Crean The Abstract Destiny |
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| About the Story |
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Once upon a time, there was a story of a young girl who wore shoes that made her dance forever, and in her mind she would hear ghost music, the kind that seemed to urge her feet to chance just a little bit longer. The girl was nine years old and lived in a small Austrian village the first time it happened. http://xenoqueen.deviant-uprising.com/AbstractDestiny/ |
| Filler |
| It was nighttime, and it was late enough that
Alexi wouldn’t have to worry about some retarded catdragon walking in
on him smoking. Dammit, he knew that he was supposed to take care of
them, but what right did it give that little ball of fur to dare
criticize the way he lived? ‘The fact that you tried to use my name in a stripper song, you dolt.’ Came a sleepy voice. While Alexi had not bonded to the two cat dragons, there was something in their relationship that… “It rhymed.” Alexi muttered. Ardenon… uh… cardamom? Actually, he couldn’t really remember what word he had used then, except it had fit. ‘Silly boy’ Errovan purred. ‘You have to remember to hold onto your arguments.’ There was such a note of amusement, a sly kind of wap against the head that Alexi couldn’t exactly argue against her. Damn, if only the boys knew what a sucker he was for the female in his life. Too bad she was… well, furry. ‘And a little bit stupid.’ Ardenon interjected. ‘Not stupid.’ Came a pouty retort. The two continued their private argument, loud enough that Alexi could listen in when ever he wanted, but quiet enough that Alexi was able to hear something else. Was it… music? Frowning, he paused mid inhale of the long tapered cigarette and craned his neck. It was music, alright. Something formal, not the kind he usually played when he… ah… worked. ‘Psshhh’ ‘Shut up, kitty.’ ‘Kitty?! Who you calling kitty, fluffy?’ Alexi paused. And scowled. Dammit, will Ardenon never let him forget the day the blow dryer had stopped working and the weather had been incredibly heavy? No one ever told him things were actually going to get humid on a ship! ‘It was cute, Alexi.’ For some reason, Errovan’s words did not console the man. It was music. Soft, strains of music that sounded like a violin and a… cello. He wasn’t sure if it was something else, because he didn’t like listening to such classics. Except he didn’t know where it was coming from, and there was something very odd about the way it was playing, as if someone as fiddling with the volume of a stereo, causing it to fade in and out. “Do you hear it?” he asked out loud. “Hear…?” Dr Shroeder, who had been walking by with the creepy scientist—he meant, Shy, in tow looked up. Shy had arrived soon after that hatching and had refused to stay away for more than a week at a time. Something about making sure Alexi was fine, and that he raised the two younglings properly. But Alexi knew the truth. ‘He wants to molest me.’ Came Ardenon’s dark voice. ‘Don’t trust that perverted man.’ Hah. So there was something he and Ardenon agreed on, then. ‘He’s just a scientist.’ Errovan said mildly. ‘Will you let him molest you?’ Ardenon shot back. ‘Ah…’ “Music?” Dr. Shroeder repeated, seeing the look of pain cross Alexi’s eyes. The two catdragons were not telepathic. Not really. But they communicated in a way all ‘something’dragons seemed to be able to, and in their minds they were doing Alexi a favor by letting him listen in. Except from the way Alexi was looking… ‘A Russian waltz.’ Shy said quietly, drawing the portly man’s attention to his more slender companion. “I can hear it as well.” He smiled, an odd little smile and with a tilt of his head, nodded. Alexi swallowed. Hard. He didn’t like being singled out with this man… *** Nothing happened again for a couple of nights. For a while, Alexi almost believed that nothing would happen, again, and that it was all in his imagination. Silly Alexi. “Do you hear it?” Ardenon looked up, languid and melting under a mask of sleep yawned. Maybe he would influence this man to stop being curious… after all, wasn’t curious a kind of emotion? “Hear…?” he purred. “The music.” Scowling this time, Alexi got up, half mindedly picking up his jacket from the edge of the bed and walked towards the door. “Where are you going?” Errovan asked, curious. “Can I come? Are we going to go see something pretty?” Alexi didn’t hear her. Music. It was music he could hear somewhere in his mind, and he was so intent in finding what it was that he almost walked into the half sleeping denizens of this… thing. He still refused to see it as anything other than a place of room and board because the whole ship thing freaked him out. “Where the hell are you hiding?” he muttered to himself. *** Once upon a time, there was a little Austrian girl who seven brothers and sisters. She loved to dance, and Bianka could always be found in front of the mirrors, practicing the pirouette that had made so many other dancers famous. When she was nine years old, her father angered an old crone by refusing the give her free room and board. The crone vowed her vengeance, and like all other old women in fairy tales, she had the powers of a witch. The witch cursed a pair of beautiful crystal shoes, shoes so fine that they seemed to have been extracted from someone’s dream. Little Bianka’s dream. Little Bianka saw the pair of beautiful shoes sitting on her windowsill, and she put them on. *** Alexi was sitting on some ledge, maybe there was a machine running under it because it seemed to purr permanently. He was in the corner, a shadow naturally falling over his form and hiding him from first glance. He had been waiting for what seemed hours now, and was soon getting fed up with the entire thing when the music came back, louder. As if it was right in front of him… Although Alexi had tried to stay awake, he had found himself dozing off, a little bit tired and a little bit too comfortable. He almost missed the music, almost and when he opened his eyes, he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “For goodness sake, what are you doing?” he called out loud, getting up and picking up the jacket. While it was not cold on the ship, there must have been some kind of air con in his section because even he wouldn’t have… He reached out to touch the young woman, a slight little thing with blonde hair and distance blue eyes that refused to meet his own. And watched her vanish. “What the---“ *** The little girl danced, and in the beginning she had been so happy to see that she can do so much more. At first, she had been allowed to stop, and so she had hurriedly run downstairs to find her father and to tell him, to show off to him that she was now a dancer. “Papa!” She called out, and she saw him turn, that smile on his face and then the horror. “Where did you get those shoes, Bianka?” he demanded, fear in his eyes. “Take them off!” She did not understand the fear, not then. She didn’t understand the way he looked at her, so determined and for a moment she was overcome with a childish reluctance. She wanted to scream, to throw a fuss and keep them on but… “Yes, Papa.” She said quietly, and reached down. *** “Are you dreaming of the girl again?” Ardenon teased. Alexi frowned. “I wasn’t dreaming then, I’m not dreaming now either.” He snapped. Errovan nodded. “You can feel the truth, Ardenon. Don’t tease him like that.” “I’m not teasing him!” he protested. Errovan rolled her eyes. “What ever.” She drawled, her words coming thick and syrupy. “Alexi.” The whine, a soft, female whine that they all seemed to have came back in her voice. “What is it?” now he was instantly suspicious, and on edge as well. He hadn’t been able to forget about her, not properly. There was something about the way she had looked at him, those wide, unblinking eyes that made him feel a little bit… scared. Ego had something to do with it as well. She was quite pretty, dressed in a ragged white dress that didn’t cover enough but covered all the basics. She had looked at him, and then straight through him and… Well, as a man, he didn’t like to be ignored. As a performer… “I’m going to find her again.” He said abruptly. “Find her…?” Ardenon groaned. “You know, if you put this determination to more useful things, you could make it far.” Alexi’s eyes narrowed. “It’s just.” Ardenon continued. “You waste your time on such frivolous activities, and your short little life is waste again and again and---“ Alexi pounced on the hybrid catdragon. *** Little Bianka didn’t stop dancing from that day. She never needed any sleep, or food or shelter and while at the beginning she refused to leave her home, crying as she watched her father grow helpless and old and dying a little bit as her siblings grew old as well, each one of them passing away as you were supposed to. Soon, long enough she started to travel, leaving behind her home because it was too painful to exist there. And she halted her emotions as well, withdrawing into some corner of the mind where she could think, trying to close herself off just that little bit more. She didn’t know when she started to travel the worlds, except that it didn’t matter any more, and soon she found herself leaving one world and entering the next. People could see her, sometimes, but as time passed the number of people who could see her decreased as well. And then she arrived here, a peculiar silver gray place that was small, and where her shoes seemed to echo off the walls. And she saw him watching her. *** The second time Alexi saw her, he was about to go back home, having just checked in on the stupid hybrid dragon who had managed to hurt herself yet again. Honestly, you would think, that she being an empath and being so damn furry she would learn to stay away from anything static? The music didn’t reach him on time, didn’t warn him and as he walked inside, to his own rooms he saw her standing there, a little pirouette that had him reaching for the door. “You again.” He said, forgetting himself, and she turned. And this time their eyes did meet. *** Little Bianka watched the pretty boy, and felt something inside her spark open. Pretty boy, she formed the words on her mouth and was about to say them when she realized how futile it could get. After all, what was the point? She would disappear soon enough… “Aren’t you cold?” he asked, gathering some composure and leaning against the frame, light streaming in from behind and Bianka swore he looked like those angels her father had used to talk about. And for a moment, her steps seemed to falter. “Aren’t you tired?” he asked, watching her and her feet. “You know, when I dance, I can only do it for two hours at a time. Any longer and I get too tired.” He walked towards her, around her and she felt foolish, as if he was making fun of her. He was composed, so composed. “My name is Alexi.” He said. She turned to look at him, her body moving in the other direction. “Bianka.” She whispered. He smiled. He really did look like an angel. *** “Was widdle Alexi dumped?” Alexi threw a pillow at the direction of the male voice and heard something shatter in response. “Oooh, you broke it.” Ardenon teased. Alexi made a face. “It’s your fault.” He reasoned. It made perfect sense! For him. “No it’s not.” The catragon retorted, using this moment to sidle forewords, closer towards the sulking stripper. Hey, alliteration! As if catching the thought, Errovan sighed. “Boys.” She said, so patiently. “Let’s not fight.” And then she was distracted. “Ooh! Is that Shy?” For some reason, Errovan had become unnatural persistent at sticking close to the weird scientist. Maybe it was a girl thing. … Nah. “It is.” Alexi frowned, got up and was about to walk over to talk to him, to ask why that little man ALWAYS had to be around, when he decided against it. He would rather not see him. “”And is that—“ Errovan said, and Alexi got up. “BIANKA!!” *** Bianka had been dropping in, hoping to see that angel again except every time she seemed to miss him. This time, it was impossible because she heard him bellow for her and turned around, slanting slightly as she almost missed a step and pranced over, watching him. “Where did you run off to?” he demanded. “Don’t you know its rude to leave without saying goodbye?” She tilted her head, amused at the torrent of words leaving his mouth and yet not quite knowing everything he was talking about. She understood him well enough, but he was so angry… “Why are you angry?” her voice never grew louder than a whisper, but it didn’t matter because he always seemed to hear what she had to say. “Is this your girl friend?” a male asked, and Bianka turned to see a gangly looking cat dragon watching her, his frank eyes probing with a feline curiosity. “You’re quite pretty.” She turned, blushed a little bit and was about to vanish again, finding this a little too much for human contact when he suddenly reached out and grabbed her. “Yes?” she asked. Ah—who was that person who managed to sound so calm? “Are you blushing?” the male catdragon asked. “Ooh, he’s embarrassed” a female teased. And he was not the only one. Standing there a little bit awkwardly, the angel paused. “You can’t go without saying goodbye, it’s rude.” He said finally. “Goodbye.” He frowned. “And you can’t say goodbye to someone you’ve just met, someone you haven’t talk to.” He said, a little uncomfortable. “Don’t your feet hurt? Don’t you want to stop dancing?” *** Once Little Bianka had allowed the pain to fade away, and she had realized that she loved dancing after all. There was something very graceful and freeing about it, and once she learned to control her mind, to leave the present world, she realized it was actually fun. Little Bianka had never had a reason to stop dancing, and she had no family to hold her down either. Always moving, she didn’t have time for friends and because she was so infatuated with her shoes, she wasn’t ever lonely. After all, she had been nine years old, surrounded by brothers and sisters and once they were gone, who was she to wonder what friends were? Little Bianka had never secretly wanted to stop. She had wanted the pain of losing her family to stop, and once that disappeared, stopping had never crossed her mind. Until now. *** “Stop?” she asked, confused. “But what would I do?” The angel paused, and Bianka watched as he tried to figure this out. She turned away, about to go back except he wouldn’t let go of her arm, and she thought him too beautiful to pull him along with her. “You could always teach me to dance.” He said. She turned then, and saw him smiling. “I’m a dancer.” He said, and shrugged. “You could always teach me.” Little Bianka smiled. “I’d like that.” *** And that’s the story of the girl with the dancing shoes. She stopped dancing that day, at least that long stretch of dance and he promised to find her rooms next to him. The curious cats kept her company whenever she was lonely, and he was always by her side, her angel. Of course, once Ardenon told her what kind of dancing Alexi did, she tried to take up her shoes—except Alexi hid them very very well, and Bianka wasn’t able to find them. Bianka decided that, at least for a while she would live here, at the Abstract Destiny. There were two biosynths waiting, and she decided to stay for them as well, and see if maybe something good would come out of this mess. (Honestly. Teaching a stripper how to dance?) *** Alexi stopped. “Shy?” he asked, and the man stepped out of the shadows. “It is nice to see you as well.” The tall scientist murmured, nodding his head. Alexi nodded as well, walking by. “Thank you for the shoes.” Shy murmured quietly, too quite for anyone else to hear. Alexi stilled. “Just don’t bring them back, okay?” |