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Sable shook his head. "By all means, freak them out." He said to Mac. "Wisps are...sort of deserving of it." He mumbled. Wisps. He kind of hated them. They certainly hated him. He glanced at Roselle and smiled a little, his sharp canines showing. "I suppose you're right, Roselle."
Xenia smirked at this new information, but even more so after the fairy himself encouraged it. “I’ll accompany you, Mac.” You could actually hear the amusement in her voice.
Roselle looked back at Sable and smiled. “Of course! I’m a great judge of character, y’know. I can always tell little things about people they think they’re hiding. I always see through their acts,” she said in her bubbly way.
That made Natheniel tense a little. He was a very closed off man. He didn't like people to read him. He liked keeping his thoughts and everything else to himself. He hardly even seemed alive sometimes. Sable pestered him over it all the time, saying even the non-human guests had more human characteristics than him, who at one point in his life was human.
Easily sensing Nathaniel’s sudden discomfort, Roselle glanced at him through the corner of her eye. She usually wasn’t mean, but she felt kinda sorry for Jason, so she decided to get a little revenge for his sake. Still eyeing the immortal, the corner of her mouth went up ever-so-slightly and she winked at him. That should do it.
Mac jumped to his feet and ran upstairs, grabbing his blanket off his bed and getting back to the kitchen in under a minute. "Let's go." He said excitedly. "Oh, and you might want to bring a jacket and a hat, but's it's optional. As long as you don't mind getting a little scorched."
Xenia rose from the table to get her trench coat, hat, and gloves. “Ah. Looking out for me, I see. Thanks,” she told Mac. He was one of the ones she could see herself mildly tolerating…perhaps even liking. Maybe.
Natheniel grunted and stalked out of the room. Sable chuckled, watching after him and feeling a bit of pitty over the amount of dificulty he had to deal with, although most his problems were self-inflicted. He looked back at Roselle, unable to hide his fondness for her.
Violet yawned and got up. "I'll join the wisp action." She mumbled tired. Anything to get away from Roselle.
Roselle stifled a laugh after Nathaniel left the room. “He’s so gloomy. Well, not really gloomy…robotic, maybe? At least, he tries to be…I wonder if he’ll ever chill out...Oh! Bye, sis! I’m glad you’re going to make friends. Try to talk more, okay? Have FUN!” After that pep talk, she got up and went to be directly beside Sable.
Now prepped and ready to go outside without killing herself, Xenia looked over to Violet. “Glad to have you join the murderers of time.”
Violet gave a slight 'ugh' and rolled her eyes, looking at Mac. "Please, let's go." She had a slight bit of urgency about her.
Sable watched the twin with curious eyes. He looked at Roselle. "How can you two look so much alike and be so different?"
Mac smiled in responde and handed Xenia the blanket with a wink before he took off. He hit the tree line fairly quickly, and couldn't help himself, so he transformed mid stride and started sniffing out the sacred trees. The first one he found was an old birch tree. Perfect. He started to bark, realizing he basically ditched Xenia and Violet in his excitement.
Xenia shot Violet a look that said, Oh my god you poor soul. She took the blanket and headed out the door, only to be left in the dust by Mac. “Well, someone’s excited.”
She crinkled her face in deep consideration. “Oh, how can I explain it? Oh—here. Imagine two crab apples. They look alike and all that. You bite into one, and it’s normal on the inside. Then, you bite into the other, and a little apple worm pops out like, HI! That’s kinda how it is. Violet’s pretty normal, and I’m pretty…well, me.”
"So you're referring to yourself as a worm...?" Sable asked, quirking a brow.
Violet rolled her eyes. She was barefoot, as usual -it seemed she didn't even own a pair of shoes- with a sundress that had the back altered to accomodate her wings. She heard Mac barking and looked at Xenia. "Come on." And with that, she sprinted after him. She was quick and light on her feet. She didn't even have to be in the air to seem like she was flying.
“Well, yeah. Haven’t you seen those things? They’re so adorable! They pop out and surprise people and seem super fun, like me. I think it’s a pretty accurate analogy. Don’t you?” Roselle giggled.
Xenia raised a gloved hand to her hat and started running after Violet. She was covered from head to toe, in all black to negate the sun. Otherwise, she would get burned and probably have a heatstroke.
Sable chuckled and shook his head. "Absolutely adorable. Although I think you're far better than any worm I'd find in an apple."
Violet found Mac easily and stopped, panting softly but not too much out of breath considering the run. "Found it?"
Roselle smiled. "That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all day," she said truthfully. She giggled and leaned against the wall, tilting her head at him. "You like me a lot, don't you?" She asked bluntly.
When Xenia reached Mac and Violet, she plopped down on the ground with the blanket. "Find em?"
Sable blushed. He felt his wings fighting to come out, an effect of his emotions. He looked down, then looked straight ahead, away from her. "It's still morning. I'm sure you'll still hear plenty of nice things. Definitely if you count those from me..." He nodded weakly, in answer to her blunt question.
Roselle watched him curiously as he blushed and looked everywhere but straight at her. She smiled so that her dimples showed and her eyes sparkled. “I told you…I can almost always tell what people are feeling.”
Sable grimaced and nodded. "Then I suppose my attraction to you isn't so secret..." He sighed softly, still blushing and hating himself for it. He could see being made fun of for this. He knew Jen would pick on him at one point or another over it.
Roselle’s wings fluttered as she let out a soft laugh. “Hun, you’d have to pick a different girl if you wanted discreet secrecy….Because, well, it was never secret in my eyes.”
Sable looked down again, feeling the pushing in his back. They wanted out badly. "It's not so much secrets as I would prefer to know how the girl feels before I go and make a fool of myself and get rejected."