Behind the Curtain

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy has been busy for the past few days. She looks rather worn out, sitting where she is on the back of that Very Comfortable Chair. And her worn-out-ness is quite visible, seeing as she's surrounded on every side for about twenty feet by flocks of glowing moths, reflective birds and electric butterflies. She stares at them all rather irritably for a moment.]

Well go.

[And they do, scattering and fluttering out over the plane and lighting up odd, moving patches. Cy hunkers down. The machine creaks. The dampness has made her fur dull and she's given up on trying to clean it, not that she tried very hard to begin with. She curls her paws under herself.]

I don't like this any more.

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

Cy?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Hello, Gentlemountain. [Dull look]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Scoops her up] The darkness is getting to you as well, isn't it?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[scoop'd] Don't like it here this way. I miss Ace. I miss Mousebreath.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Cuddles] I miss my friends as well. Unfortunately, it seems like we cannot do much to help the situation.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Listlessly] I made butterflies.

[lamb_of_gold]

I see. They're fascinating as ever.

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

Cy-chan...? [Concerned boy in pajamas is concerned. He flits over through the darkness to kneel down beside her, warm hands covering, petting her fur in an attempt to make her comfortable.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Mun goes BAWWWW. Cy attempts a stuttering purr and gives up. :| ] I want to go home, Fairy-go-round.

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

Neeee, this won't last forever. [He leans over to kiss her behind the ears and snuggle a little more.] Okay?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[CUDDLES AGAINST THE SOURCE OF COMFORT.] Really really?

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

[Puck practically curls himself around the kitten.] Really really. With a side of really. With really whipped cream on top, and a really cherry.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

...that sounds yummy.

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

[He watches Cy with big gold-brown eyes. Maybe he was a cat in a past life.] It does...~

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Deidara just wordlessly scoops her up for petting. HE WILL TELL NO ONE ABOUT THIS.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[CLING.] I don't like this any more!

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Petpet] Yeah, this pretty much sucks. Maybe we could break out of whatever this is or something, un.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Make it into art?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[Grin!] Exactly.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I'm glad someone is putting that chair to good use.

[strolls up, carefully avoiding the pretty swarm of flying things - er, as much as possible]

Comfortable?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I want to go home to Ace. [Her initial glowy-moth-entourage is still hanging around the chair, though the rest of the weirdo flock is beginning to scatter.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[soft smile]

I know.

[slides into chair]

I want to go home too.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Clambers down onto his shoulder.] When are they going to let us go?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[lightly strokes her fur; he's gloveless, for the moment]

Once the malfunction is dealt with, I expect.

[tilts his head towards with a wry smile] Unfortunately, I've no idea when that will be.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

But what if Ace leaves without me?!