muted silence. [dee!]

muted silence. [dee!] Jul 23, 2015 2:48:58 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Jul 23, 2015 2:48:58 GMT -5

It was almost adorable, the confused look on his face. However, he remained a true sport as Meira did the motions with his hands and then repeated it again using in her own hands. He was starting to pick it up with each repetition, she could see that much, and soon his own hands were flowing through the movements. She could see his grin grow when he too could see the fluidity of his hands, and she responded in kind. There was nothing like seeing someone’s eyes beam from knowledge; there was nothing like seeing someone smile from just talking. It was…thrilling, enticing, pulling Meira deeper into this conversation of little sound.

And finally, he had mastered it. Not only had he understood what he just said—and could replicate it—but he understood how to string phrases together. Meira was already beaming from seeing him succeed, from watching his hands move just as smoothly as hers, but his smile seemed contagious and her own smile couldn’t have spread further as if to encourage him to keep going. Ciaran had mostly been doing imitation which was why it surprised Meira when he took her own hand in his. A shock went through her body as she felt the warmth of his hand curl her fingers into a fist. Friends, she thought as she tried to understand the meaning he was trying to make. It was a greeting sign for her, hardly one she used in the middle of the conversation.

Watching the two fingers press into his palm—into the heart of his hand—Meira opened her mouth slightly as she realized what he was trying to say. “Friends—with meaning.” A sweet gesture, no doubt, but Meira could feel her heart thump just a little bit faster after realizing that he was communicating to her in her own language. If it was possible to cry tears of happiness, she knew that this would be the moment for it. But no tears would leave her face as her eyes wandered to the darkening sky. Soon the colors would disappear and she would be curled up in her chair, communicating about her day with her father.

No, she would not leave the house that night. There was no need to dull her other senses, not when she needed them to process everything that happened with this meeting. Her smile fell with the realization that she had only minutes left to talk to Ciaran. “I'm glad I met you,” she scribbled on the paper before making the hand movements she had just taught the boy. Then, she made the same gesture that he had communicated to her, placing the back of her fist with his and then two fingers pressed into her palm. Friends, with meaning. I hope I see you again, Ciaran, even if the chances are slim. I hope that small percentage falls in my favor for once.

muted silence. [dee!] Jul 23, 2015 22:13:44 GMT -5

Post by ∂αмєη on Jul 23, 2015 22:13:44 GMT -5

c i a r a n. s l a t e r.

She seemed genuinely happy when he made his attempt to piece words together to communicate with her. It was a happiness that was contagious as he too was beaming and electrified. He felt as if they were two kids who had just discovered something new, in awe of its qualities. It reminded him of the first time he felt going swimming when he was a young boy, or that first thrill he got when he robbed his first store. Like discovering something you suddenly realized you had an absolute passion for. Ciaran loved swimming and the freedom it gave to him. He loved the secrecy and the test of being a thief, even if it meant being a bad person. And yet this feeling of connecting with someone was so beyond anything he had ever experienced. I'd trade everything to be able to speak to people and to make friends. He had had a nibble, but now he wanted a whole bite. Friendship was something he never knew he wanted until now.

And she seemed like the perfect person. Everything about her was slowly becoming Ciaran's favourite thing about people. She seemed so very kind; anybody could have just walked off and laughed at him for being unable to speak and yet here she was giving him the time of day. Her writing was so elegant and interesting and he felt ashamed to have his scribbles and chicken scratches next to it. And then there was her smile that magically made the rest of the world seem to light up. This is a pretty special person. Meira was, more or less, Ciaran's first real friend. He felt weird whenever the word friend crossed his mind as it was foreign to him, but he liked it. Sure, they had just met only moments before, but he could feel that connection was stronger and hoped that it wasn't just him feeling it. They seemed to be in the same boat in Ciaran's eyes.

And then she wrote once more, stating that she was glad to meet him before recreating the same motions he had just did. His heart seemed to leap out of his chest as he felt total exuberance, knowing full well that nothing could ever top this moment. To know that he had a friend in this wonderful person was something so incredible that he couldn't help but feel giddy. Me?! Ciaran William Slater?! I just made friends with her?! It was a weird feeling for him. Ciaran had never really experienced attraction to the opposite sex as he struggled with the massive roadblock. Still, he wasn't exactly in that position but there was a certain way he saw Meira that was different from all others. Maybe it's because I can really see her and know what it's like? He was muted and all the sound was leaving his world as the seconds ticked by. The sad part was that she would lose hers entirely.

They were nearing where they would have to split off and go their separate ways. It was a painful sort of feeling in his chest; an ache that seemed to hit him right where his heart sat. As a kid he used to pretend to have super powers as he played alone by himself, especially liking when he pretended to be able to control time. He would run fast and then slow right down to half the speed of a normal walk and then freeze in place all within a few seconds. When he saw people standing still in public he pretended it was because he was holding time still for just them, letting them enjoy every second he added to their life. I really wish that was all real and I could freeze this time right now. I really want to enjoy every second added to this life.

And there he was. His smile disappeared from his face as he came to a stop, and he looked to Meira before beginning to write on the paper in his hands for one last time. He carefully took his time to write it out, making his writing as nice as possible before handing it back over to her with a smile. The sun was nearly there and he still had a few blocks to meet up with his boss. You have to go, Ciaran. He raised his fist once more and moved it towards her, then touching his palm with two fingers while a smile crossed his finger. Then taking a step back, he began to step away from his new friend. With a wave of the hand, he turned away to head back to drop his stuff off.

It was a short walk and he managed to make it in time, only saying a few hello's to the people around. His boss nodded and grunted, taking the remainder of the papers and the coins that Ciaran had collected. A few of the papers they had used still rested in his hand and he clutched them tightly. A confused look from his boss was directed at them, but Ciaran just smiled as he made his way to the door in a slower jog. "They're paid for!" He made his way out the door and ran back home the few blocks, bounding through the door and up to his room without hesitating and stopping. He plopped down onto his bed and laid the papers out across it with a smile, knowing he only had about half of them and that she had the other half. One of them in particular was what he wanted though, and so he reached for it and picked it up. His eyes focused on the words, and his smile grew bigger.