Can No One Here My Cry? ::Bandit::

[aridia]

Aridia walked in, her eyes downcast for once in her life. She didn't know what to do with herself in this new world of humans. Without the forest nymphs to guide her anymore, she didn't know what to do with herself. To her, life was supposed to be a dance. But now, someone had changed the music, changed the dance, and she floundered and fell now.

Give me something with a lot of chocolate. She said, after the man gave it to her, she paid and sat down. She sipped it, savoring the wonderful taste of chocolate.

[bandit]

Caynce slowly walked into the Cafe, flinching as the bell rang to announce his prescence. As a few people turned to look a him, he forced himself to move, not enjoying the fact he seemed to be the source of attention at the moment. But, fortunately, they just looked away after a few seconds and he uneasily made his way over to the counter, standing on the very short line. He was the third and last person, and Caynce reached into his pocket to make sure he had money.

"Next, please." the woman called, and the second person went to that register, while he moved forward as the first person left after getting their drink. He walked up to the counter, setting his money on the flat surface and staring at the man for a few seconds, silent. It wasn't unusual, but it made the man feel nervous, being watched by such large, gray eyes that seemed to have no end to them. "One cup of apple cidar please." Caynce said, his voice dry and shaking.

The man nodded, grabbed the money and soon returned with his drink in a small cup. The pale boy nodded and walked away, not wanting to take his change. He didn't want to have anymore interaction than he needed to. Making his way over to an empty booth, he slid in and looked into his drink, staring at his face as the still surface provided itself as a mirror as much as a beverage. The steam continued to curl up and swirl into his face, but he did nothing and then pushed his drink away, glancing around.


There was only one girl, the rest were males. Four had black hair, two had brown hair. Three had long hair, the rest had short hair. And one of them had no hair, and this male had green eyes. The rest of the males had hazel or blue eyes. Caynce sighed and looked down into his lap, where his hands laid, completely still.

[aridia]

Aridia saw a boy walk in, he looked a little uncomfortable. She wondered if she could talk to him, how he would react. See, back with the nymphs, this wasn't a problem, everyone knew her, she didn't worry about having to introduce herself. So she decided, well, why the h.ell not?

Taking her chocolate drink with her, she stood and walked over to him. Is this seat taken? She asked, gesturing to the seat opposite of him. She smiled softly, wondering if he would deny her the chance to talk to someone who wasn't comfortable with others as she was, too.

[bandit]

Caynce jumped up, his head snapping in Aridia's direction with an almost panicking manner as she spoke. He hadn't heard or seen her coming, so that was the reason it was such a surprise. Blinking, his pale gray orbs stared at her pretty face, and he shook his head. "You can...sit here..." he said, his voice dry and unsure. He knew she probably wouldn't hurt him, like everyone else did, but being Caynce, he had to be sure. And so he watched her every move with that incredibly distant and depthless gaze, hands on the table and wrapped around his drink, which he had pulled back towards him without even knowing it.

{{Argh, bad post. D=}}

[aridia]

Aridia laughed, the sound of bells at Christmas. She slid into the booth, her pristine eyes twinkling with mischief. I'm Aridia. Who are you? She asked, her voice seductive, enchanting, it slid off her tounge, making several men turn, longing in their eyes for the girl raised by nymphs.

[bandit]

Caynce watched her, hands pressing against the cup of apple cider, to the point where they were whiter than they normally were. Averting his gaze and listening to what she had to say, he let his gray eyes scan the floor as though it held to answer to the meaning of life, and then nodded when she finished, though he knew it couldn't count as a real answer, seeing as she didn't ask a 'yes or no' question.

As always, Caynce took a pause before actually speaking. He seemed to be thinking about his answer, so long it normally made people wonder if he had heard them, but after a few long minutes of silence, not even the sound of his breathing could be heard, he nodded again. "I'm C-Caynce." he said shakily, his grip from the cup loosening as his hands slid off it and onto the surface of the table. "Caynce." he repeated, his voice slightly firmer than before so she wouldn't call him 'C-Caynce' instead of Caynce.

He heard a few guys make a disappointed sound, and he felt their eyes drilling holes into his head, but he just stared into his drink, trying to forget all about it and focus on Aridia and his apple cidar.

[aridia]

Aridia laughed softly at the predictable male response. She smiled softly at Caynce. What brings you to this...Place? I've lived witht the Forest Nymphs my whole life. She told him, totally at ease. Caynce didn't expect anything out of her, didn't dominate the conversation, she actually had to draw him out, and she loved a challenge.

[bandit]

Caynce breathed softly, realizing he had been holding his breath as he waited for her response, even though it had only taken a few seconds to do so. She obviously talked more at ease and with more speed, because unlike him, he took forever to respond and even longer to open up. Hearing her comment about Forest Nymphs, he nodded. "Me too." he said, tapping the glass lightly. "I think..." Caynce added, realizing he had no idea what a nymph was.

Unlike most children, he hadn't been raised with soft memories and fluffly things. He never heard of Cinderella or Santa Clause, and his earliest memory was one of his mother sitting on the couch smoking and fighting on the phone with someone she kept on calling 'Richard'. But he did know about porn and all kinds of drugs, how you shouldn't drink during pregnancy and such. So yes, he knew about things he shouldn't have even known existed as a child.

"My p-parents sent me here..." he answered in a dry, almost pained voice, stuttering on his words. He didn't know if she meant the coffee shop or the school, but he assumed it was the latter and so answered the question as though she had asked that partiular inquirement.

[aridia]

Her laughter was harsh this time, a cruel memory of what was. At least you had parents to remember. I have no memory before five. And I was with the nymphs then. As to what a nymph is, here. She said, desperately hoping he could see them, and if he couldn't, she would remedy that.

She whispered a few words in a foreign language, and a nymph appeared, chittering angrily that she had been goofing off, that they'd sent her hear to learn, not to make friends, the usual. But she knew they loved her, for the nymph smiled softly after the lecture, running a hand through Aridia's luxorious hair.

The nymph kissed her softly on the cheek, then turned to look at the man. And you are? The smug question was sent to his mind, as the nymph knew he wouldn't understand the language that they'd taught Aridia.

[bandit]

Caynce jumped at the sound of her cruel laughter, and when she spoke her once again gripped his cup out of fear and even slight anger. When she spoke the words in another language, his eyes grew wide and if he had any color in his face, it would have drained away as quickly as water on glass. He watched as the nymph appeared and said something he couldn't understand, then turned to him and sent a question to his mind.

He once again jumped, though more visibly, and gripped the glass so hard it cracked and the hot, steaming beverage splattered onto the table, though most of it flew onto the floor. Caynce stared at the shattered item, then at the apple cidar, and moved onto the man who was quickly cleaning it up without a word. He stood up on shaky legs and took the pieces of broken glass, walking towards the garbage and returning.

When he came back, everything was clean and he was thankful nothing had spilled onto Aridia, but now he couldn't help but feel a little upset. In a strained voice that wasn't shaking, he spoke. "I wish I never had parents. It would have been better if I was never born." Ignoring the nymph's question, Caynce closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down and make himself feel better before turning on his heel and walking away towards the exit of the Cafe and leaving.

[aridia]

Aridia gasped, not so much at the big splash and breaking, but that it had happened. She jumped up and raced after him, no one should wish that they'd never been born, it just wasn't healthy.

Hey, what could've possibly happened to make you wishe you'd never been born. And carefl what you wish for, especially around a nymph. Her words were steal, she'd learned the lesson the hard way, she yearned for what she used to be, and she wouldn't allow this stranger to make the same mistake. She placed a hand on his shoulder, caring mirrored in her soft eyes.

[bandit]

Caynce began to turn around to look at Aridia, hearing her soothing voice speak to him in a caring way. But when she placed a hand on his shoulder, Caynce immediately jumped back, away from her light grasp. As soon as he was out of her reach, he spoke, "Please, don't touch me." he said politely, still able to feel her hand on his shoulder, and it freaked him out. Because he wasn't used to being touched, it was something he didn't like, and he just couldn't handle it whenever someone made physical contact with him.

Now facing her completely, though he put a good distance between them in fear she might try to touch him again, he opened his mouth to speak in a voice on the edge of cracking. "I'd rather not say." came his response, and he swallowed painfully afterward, his throat dry. Caynce couldn't help but still feel upset. She thought he was lucky to have parents, when she didn't know a few things. First, they were adopted parents, and second, his real parents didn't even like him.

His father left a few days after finding out his mother was pregnant, and then he stayed with her in a neighborhood that offered the worst things for a child until he was about nine years old, because after she found out about his power, she dubbed him a 'possessed demon'. So he was put in an orphanage with the nastiest people you could imagine and was finally adopted by another family. That was where the story got better, at least. But they were almost equal. She had the nymphs and he had his adopted family, so there.

He continued to watch her, staying completely still to the point where it looked like he wasn't even breathing, and waited for her response.

[aridia]

Her heart was breaking for a boy she didn't even know. She turned her face away, hastily wiping at the newly forming tears. When she was certain she was composed she looked again. She could see most of what happened to him when he was younger through his eyes, and it neer killed her.

I-I'm sorry. She managed to choke out, the tears clogging her throat. Her breathing came fast and choppy, she swallowed, her mouth opening to say something, then closing without uttering a word. She shook her head, and put a hand to her soft lips.

[bandit]

Caynce watched as she began to cry, and he wished he hadn't been thinking about his past. He knew it was all his fault for making her feel like this, all because he just had to go and think about his mother and his father and everyone he had met, like his high teacher or the women on the streets who used to wait by the corner for someone to go pick them up so they could have sex, get paid, and do the same thing over again. Yes, it was all his fault, and now he felt absolutely horrible because of it. But surprisingly, it didn't make him cry, as senstive of a person as he was. Probably because he had lived through these things, and he was used to seeing tears and pain and fights and teachers being high.

As Aridia choked on her words of apology, he said nothing as he tentativly approached, hoping she wouldn't reach out and grab him because it was all a trick. Because she was pretty and probably very smart and he was nothing compared to her and she decided to go and hurt someone's feelings today. But then he scolded himself for thinking in such a way, knowing he had to give her more credit than he gave most people, especially girls. She hadn't commented on his actions, the way he never seemed to feel anything. She had just tried to say sorry for what had happened, and she was crying. Never had he met someone who could pretend to cry, so this couldn't possibly be fake. This girl must have really felt something if she hadn't already done something to him yet.

He blinked and approached her slowly, closing the gap between them until he was within her reach, though he trusted her not to touch him again. "It's alright." he said softly, for once his voice sounding a bit normal, like most people's should. "Please, s-stop crying."

{{Ew, shortness...ish}}

[aridia]

((Short? Short my fat a.ss!))

She heard his words, looking up seeing how close he was. Immeidiantly she couldn't help but take a step back. She knew that she'd touched him a moment ago, but that was a big thing for her, his proximity was making her anxious. She turned her face away again, letting her hair fall across her pale face.

Sorry, I have a problem with waterworks. She laughed softly, her voice and laughter restored. She had those moments when she cracked. She sniffed, hating herself for her weakness when she cracked, and usually made others feel bad. She took in a shaking breath and forced a smile to her face.