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[lacuscular]

Who: Juvia Lockser

Where: Westerly, but mostly Around
When: Ch 4
Summary: Open threads (dream stuff) and catch-all!
Restrictions/Warnings: n/a

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[tousei]

[ There's grass around them, a small patch of green that's spreading across the ground, the plains, leaves sprouting at the touch of the sunlight. Perhaps she knows the man next to her, but he's still not too recognizeable - same face, same golden hair, but with skin pale as white wood and red-black vines curled around his arms. ]

It is. It is beautiful, is it not?

it's all good! ♥

[lacuscular]

Yes.. It is. [ She feels her eyes blur with tears, too embarrassed to even turn to fully look at the man next to her. Something like this-- the sky, the beautiful beautiful green around them, completely undisturbed by something as ugly as her rain-- must be normal to him. ]

Juvia has never seen it before.

\o/

[tousei]

Neither have I. It is rare in this sort of world.

[ He sits, looking up, his hands to the ground as his vines reach at the soil below. ]

Enjoy it, while it lasts.

[lacuscular]

Really.. You haven't? [ She's hesitant with her response, wiping her tears away as best she can. ] Juvia's rain has followed her since birth... does something follow you?

[ She's confused, although it's hard to place whether it's due to his first or last statement. She finally turns her head to look at him, a sympathetic look to her face. ]

Are you afraid it will go away as well?

[tousei]

I know it will. My curse will drive it away, sooner or latter.

[ Juvia's rain, his own change. He lifts one hand, sees a vine uncoil from his wrist and grasp at the air above them. ]

Do you wish me to leave?

[lacuscular]

No... [ She feels she can relate to him. She, too, sees her powers as a curse, often driving people away more so than keeping them. ] It's okay if you're here. It'd be better if you stayed.

[ She's still laying on the ground, hands gingerly touching the wet grass beneath them. ]

Does that hurt you?

[tousei]

[ Then he has found someone similar. For him, an abomination that should not be let near people. He knows not her plight, but if she accepts him, then he will stay. ]

It does. But that is just how I was made to be. You need not worry.

[ He's strong enough. ]

[lacuscular]

[ It feels obvious to her that people are made, but she presses only because she feels like it could mean something else. ]

You were made?

I don't understand..

[tousei]

[ It's hard to explain. Normally, he wouldn't even have spoken of it - but they are in a dream, and the boundaries for that can be blurred. ]

It is like... a doll. You make a doll to do your bidding, so you start with a base and add new things. Curses, the such.

[ He is the doll, with a dead puppeteer. ]

[lacuscular]

I like dolls. Juvia used to make them. [ She manages to say it with fondness, despite how many times she made them to try to make her life normal. ] To help ward away her rain, as a child.

[ Clearly, it didn't work. Juvia takes a deep breath of air, thinking those thoughts bitterly. ]

Do you know who made you?

[tousei]

[ A doll to ward the rain, a doll to shape, a doll to kill... ]

I do. I once had a mother and a father... but they died. Someone took me in, and made me her doll.

[ But she's dead. ]