CLOSED. Watching from the edge of the circus

[gunah]

CHARACTERS: Shuyi and FRANDS
DATE: From Oct. 17 onwards
WARNINGS: None yet!
SUMMARY: A bunch of closed threads for Shuyi to do her show and tell, PM me if you'd like me to set something up for you! :>

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[gunah]

[ Shuyi can be many things, but she doesn't want to be cruel. It takes a lifetime to do just that, to put oneself in someone else's shoes and guard against words and deeds that shrivel the soul, and she hasn't always succeeded.

With another chuckle, she steps closer so she can bring her hand up, off his chest to trace his chin. Flesh and blood. And bone. ]

But a heart is made of much more than that.

[competing]

[ this

this usually how this works out.

usually, by now, someone's either laughed at him, or rolled their eyes, or brusquely rolled over his words to move the conversation along.

even nyma, whose entire purpose was to humor him into submission, hadn't quite been this forward.

so all lance can do is stare at shuyi in stunned wonder, the grin slowly fading from his lips, quickly replaced by the growing shades of red taking over his complexion. ]

What, uh, [ he finally rasps out, when he remembers that conversations typically require the other person to respond, ] what's that...

[gunah]

[ She could break the silence with a laugh or a wave of her hand to dismiss the tension in the air, but why would she when the look on his face is something she wishes she can keep and carry with her? But enough of this torment.

Taking her hand back, still with a smile on her face, she takes her eyes off of him to busy herself with the horse. It would give him room to breathe. ]

Bonds that even I can't severe.

[competing]

[ he's. not entirely sure what just happened... but he's fairly certain he likes it.

when she steps away, though, he is granted enough space to finally remember to breathe again. he clears his throat a little roughly, tugging on the suddenly too-tight high collar of his suit. ]

Uh... yeah... about that.

[ he reaches behind him and tugs out a wilting flower that he'd picked up on his way here, off of one of the saloon tables where he's staying. this he holds out towards her, twirling it idly between his fingers. ]

Weren't you gonna show me something?

[gunah]

[ The horse gets a few more scratches behind its ear as she watches him twirl that wilting flower, holding back from asking if that's for her. Patience, now. ]

Do you have something that needs destroying?

[ She rather hopes it's not the flower. ]

[competing]

No, [ he says, with a face that seems to imply why would anyone ever need anything destroyed? ]

You said you'd prove your power though, didn't you? So here.

[ sadly, it is the flower. he doesn't have much here, and she indicated to bring something that didn't mean much to him, so... ]

[gunah]

[ Her expression turns into a frown, but it lasts only moments before it turns into acceptance. Flowers die, as they do, and there's little use in mourning them. So she takes that already wilting flower from him and holds it aloft between two fingers while her other palm goes below it as if she's holding an imaginary pot.

And just like that, blades too small to be seen by the human eyes cut into the petals and the stem, crisscrossing relentlessly through the poor flower until all that's left is unrecognizable dust and the sense of something electric in the air. ]

And so.

[competing]

[ lance isn't entirely sure what he'd been expecting, but it sure as heck wasn't that.

for a good while he doesn't do or say much apart from some very blatant staring. it's... kind of terrifying, isn't it? that kind of power... ]

...How?

[gunah]

[ Shuyi bites her lips in hesitation, never quite sure what to make of people's responses to her power. Back home, it's unusual, but hardly so surprising. ]

Everything is made of smaller parts of itself. [ She puts her fists together to illustrate, then takes them apart. ] I can cause them to let go of each other.

[competing]

[ he's — surprised, that's for sure. maybe even a little afraid, but rather suddenly he's glad he hadn't thought to bring anything else that looked more human-like...

still, he wants to understand, because he's also pretty certain a lot of this fear is from uncertainty too. she doesn't seem like a bad person... even if her powers are scary, that might not be so bad if she's on their side, right? ]

That's.. pretty wild. Could you always do that?

[gunah]

[ She smiles wider in hopes that he would see her in the same light as he did before. Before she showed him any of this, when he was just being a boy, flirting with a girl he just met. That's much, much nicer.

But she still needs to answer his question, doesn't she? ]

As long as blood runs through my veins.

[ She tries a grin this time. ]

Does this mean you will dance for me?

[competing]

[ hey, if it's some levity she wants, lance has it in spades. ]

I dunno...

[ he shifts back a little, and then does a snazzy (read: not so snazzy) little turn on a heel before ending with two finger-guns aimed right at her. ]

You sure you can handle all this swag? I'm not responsible for any and all swooning that may occur once my sick moves have been unleashed!

[gunah]

[ She nearly snorts with laughter, despite all those years training it out of her, the habit returns at times when she lets down her guard. That's easy to do with Lance. Perhaps that should make him dangerous. She crosses her arms in front of her and pretends to be unaffected. ]

I have not swooned in ages. Your warnings fall on deaf ears, Lance.

[competing]

[ aforementioned fingerguns hang limply from his wrists

but he is not so easily discouraged!! ]

Challenge accepted —

[ and then it occurs to him that he's missed something completely obvious here. ]

...uh. What's your name, actually...

[gunah]

[ He wears his emotions on his face, so easily readable that she finds it amusing, though that might mean he's simply better at hiding. Who knows? ]

Why? Will the sound of my name be the tune you dance to?

[competing]

[ dang this girl is taking all his best lines...

before he even has the chance to figure them out!!! ]

Well I could always dance to my own but people say I'm conceited enough.

[gunah]

[ YOU'VE MET YOUR MATCH, LANCE!! ]

Do try. I wish to see this.

and... this...

[competing]

[ ... well since she asked. ]

I mean — you might wanna stand back. Not a lot of people can handle being close to all this awesome!