Gothic 9 y/o Satyrs
Friday afternoon finds Gothy Siren and Lyre walking inside together about four feet between each other, chatting amicably.
"You are a sharp little tack." Lyre nods "Well I remember how much I sucked in my spanish class, so I will probably need all the help I can get"
"Yeah, but I have stunty horns." Siren adds, fingering the tiny nubs of horns.
Lyre nods, "Don't worry, I do too and I'm not a kid like you."
"I'm nine!" She protests.
"Well small horns for a goat my age" he looks at her and nods, "Nine was a good year for me."
She agree, "It's been better for me then most."
He motions to a chair, "Here you sit there while I run up to my room and get my stuff, okay?"
She nods and flops into a chair, while he trots upstairs. When he comes back down he has a a rather large black box covered in band decals, stickers, and what not. He sets it down on the floor at her feet and opens it revealing a good deal of make up and other such necessities. He takes out a sheet of facial cleanser/make up remover."Okay Punky, get that cake make up off that pretty face of yours."
She nods, taking the remover sheet and wiping the makeup off, she wrinkles her nose and hands the thing back, "Now what?"
"Good girl." he looks at her, "You look a little familiar you know that?"
She looks mildly confused, "Why?"
He shakes his head,"you sure you don't know that other little goat, she might be your sister or something. she had a very pretty gold complexion like yours."
She laughs, its a soft, golden sound, "You're silly."
He baaah's at her. She laughs some more.
"You really shouldn't cover it up with this make up, you look very exotic without it. For you, I'd just suggest some eyeliner and glitter." He suggests.
She nods, "Okay."
He studies her hair for a few moments. "So what did you use to dye it?"
She blinks, "It isn't dyed."
"Really? Wow, that is some real raven tresses you have going on there kid. Thats cool."
She grins.
He pulls out some gel, "okay, lets do something with that hair, okay?" she slowly nods, "Okay."
Lyre gets out his ipod and selects something before rolling up the sleeves of his over large gray sweater revealing large leather bracelets covering his wrists. He cracks his fingers and gets the expression of a surgeon about to perform as something sounding vaguely like gypsy music can be heard over his ear buds.
Siren sits very very still while he starts to style her hair as close as he can in a pixieish look, and she doesn't move, not a single muscle twitch. Those who know the child well, know she is fighting her every instinct to run.
He finishes up after a few tries and finally nods to himself and mutters "I can be so cool sometimes it surprises me.." She start's to tremble just slightly when he finally finishes, but she has a determined look in those bright orange eyes. He looks at her "Hey, its okay. You look very cute."
She nods slowly, chewing on her lip.
Concern flickers through his eyes, "What's wrong."
She shakes her head, "Nothing."
He shakes his head, "I'm a bit too smart for that answer."
She suddenly finds her little black painted nails very interesting, "Some people are bad, you aren't bad so I don't have to run from you, but it's a instant reaction."
Lyre looks at her and breathes in slowly, finally he just sighs and nods his head, "It's alright, Punky, I understand." She looks up at him, suprised. Lyre smiles and gives her a smile as he hands her a small mirror "look at how cute you are. you are going to be a real heartbreaker!"
She grins and touches her hair just a little bit, and then looks at him with all childish seriousness, "Wouldn't that hurt?"
He chuckles, "No, um, well what I mean is you are going to be a very beautiful girl and a lot of boys will want to date you."
She screws her little face up, "Ew." he laughs. "Okay, give me your hands so we can have you looking civilian for your grand mother."
She holds out her little hands with the black polish and oversized lace gloves, Lyre smiles, "you know those are too big for you?"
She nods, "They don't make them in little size."
He nods, "Leave them with me and I'll see what I can do." she grins and bounces slightly in her chair, "when you are goth and you don't have much cash, you learn how to be dangerously resourceful."
She nods, "I'm resourceful, i sewed all my pockets on."
He smiles, "well you are better than me, I can't really sew at all" He sits and redoes her nails, taking off the paint and trimming them neatly. She watches with interest. "You might want to ask your mom about painting your nails a nice color..here put a dab of this on your cheeks."
She takes the small tube of gold glitter and dabs a little bit on her cheekbones,"Now what?" he takes some hair gel with glitter and adds it to her hair.
He takes it back. he looks at her and puts his fore fingers and thumbs together like he is viewing her through a frame or on sceen. "Hmm...lets do something with your eyes.."
She nods, "Okay."
He reapplys a bit of kohl around her eyes very delicately and then he takes out a small bit of the gold glitter and puts a bit on her eyelids. "There..I think that should do. I used to wear this gold stuff all the time before I started wearing the white make up. Gold showed up better on my skin and well it goes well with your skin tone.."
She blinks at him, all gold tan glitter and and inky black hair, framing kohl lined big harvest moon orange eyes, and flashes a smile.
Lyre gives a low whistle, "you look like a little fairy princess, Punky. You have such awesome eyes, I wish mine were that color."
Siren grins and bounces to her feet, "Thank you, KL!" she darts off across the commons room, "MOMMA MOMMA! LOOK WHAT LYRE DID!"
Dismas rounds the corner as Siren does, colliding with an "oomph!" She holds the child by the shoulders while she catches her breath, then looks at her face and hair carefully. She spins her daughter
around and nods a little, then kisses her daughter's forhead.
"LYRE!"
*from the common room there is a softly muttered "oh christ" and then a much louder, very respectful, and very uncertain*
"Yes Head Mistress Dismas??"
there is the slow click of hooves as Lyre approaches reluctantly.
"You are a sharp little tack." Lyre nods "Well I remember how much I sucked in my spanish class, so I will probably need all the help I can get"
"Yeah, but I have stunty horns." Siren adds, fingering the tiny nubs of horns.
Lyre nods, "Don't worry, I do too and I'm not a kid like you."
"I'm nine!" She protests.
"Well small horns for a goat my age" he looks at her and nods, "Nine was a good year for me."
She agree, "It's been better for me then most."
He motions to a chair, "Here you sit there while I run up to my room and get my stuff, okay?"
She nods and flops into a chair, while he trots upstairs. When he comes back down he has a a rather large black box covered in band decals, stickers, and what not. He sets it down on the floor at her feet and opens it revealing a good deal of make up and other such necessities. He takes out a sheet of facial cleanser/make up remover."Okay Punky, get that cake make up off that pretty face of yours."
She nods, taking the remover sheet and wiping the makeup off, she wrinkles her nose and hands the thing back, "Now what?"
"Good girl." he looks at her, "You look a little familiar you know that?"
She looks mildly confused, "Why?"
He shakes his head,"you sure you don't know that other little goat, she might be your sister or something. she had a very pretty gold complexion like yours."
She laughs, its a soft, golden sound, "You're silly."
He baaah's at her. She laughs some more.
"You really shouldn't cover it up with this make up, you look very exotic without it. For you, I'd just suggest some eyeliner and glitter." He suggests.
She nods, "Okay."
He studies her hair for a few moments. "So what did you use to dye it?"
She blinks, "It isn't dyed."
"Really? Wow, that is some real raven tresses you have going on there kid. Thats cool."
She grins.
He pulls out some gel, "okay, lets do something with that hair, okay?" she slowly nods, "Okay."
Lyre gets out his ipod and selects something before rolling up the sleeves of his over large gray sweater revealing large leather bracelets covering his wrists. He cracks his fingers and gets the expression of a surgeon about to perform as something sounding vaguely like gypsy music can be heard over his ear buds.
Siren sits very very still while he starts to style her hair as close as he can in a pixieish look, and she doesn't move, not a single muscle twitch. Those who know the child well, know she is fighting her every instinct to run.
He finishes up after a few tries and finally nods to himself and mutters "I can be so cool sometimes it surprises me.." She start's to tremble just slightly when he finally finishes, but she has a determined look in those bright orange eyes. He looks at her "Hey, its okay. You look very cute."
She nods slowly, chewing on her lip.
Concern flickers through his eyes, "What's wrong."
She shakes her head, "Nothing."
He shakes his head, "I'm a bit too smart for that answer."
She suddenly finds her little black painted nails very interesting, "Some people are bad, you aren't bad so I don't have to run from you, but it's a instant reaction."
Lyre looks at her and breathes in slowly, finally he just sighs and nods his head, "It's alright, Punky, I understand." She looks up at him, suprised. Lyre smiles and gives her a smile as he hands her a small mirror "look at how cute you are. you are going to be a real heartbreaker!"
She grins and touches her hair just a little bit, and then looks at him with all childish seriousness, "Wouldn't that hurt?"
He chuckles, "No, um, well what I mean is you are going to be a very beautiful girl and a lot of boys will want to date you."
She screws her little face up, "Ew." he laughs. "Okay, give me your hands so we can have you looking civilian for your grand mother."
She holds out her little hands with the black polish and oversized lace gloves, Lyre smiles, "you know those are too big for you?"
She nods, "They don't make them in little size."
He nods, "Leave them with me and I'll see what I can do." she grins and bounces slightly in her chair, "when you are goth and you don't have much cash, you learn how to be dangerously resourceful."
She nods, "I'm resourceful, i sewed all my pockets on."
He smiles, "well you are better than me, I can't really sew at all" He sits and redoes her nails, taking off the paint and trimming them neatly. She watches with interest. "You might want to ask your mom about painting your nails a nice color..here put a dab of this on your cheeks."
She takes the small tube of gold glitter and dabs a little bit on her cheekbones,"Now what?" he takes some hair gel with glitter and adds it to her hair.
He takes it back. he looks at her and puts his fore fingers and thumbs together like he is viewing her through a frame or on sceen. "Hmm...lets do something with your eyes.."
She nods, "Okay."
He reapplys a bit of kohl around her eyes very delicately and then he takes out a small bit of the gold glitter and puts a bit on her eyelids. "There..I think that should do. I used to wear this gold stuff all the time before I started wearing the white make up. Gold showed up better on my skin and well it goes well with your skin tone.."
She blinks at him, all gold tan glitter and and inky black hair, framing kohl lined big harvest moon orange eyes, and flashes a smile.
Lyre gives a low whistle, "you look like a little fairy princess, Punky. You have such awesome eyes, I wish mine were that color."
Siren grins and bounces to her feet, "Thank you, KL!" she darts off across the commons room, "MOMMA MOMMA! LOOK WHAT LYRE DID!"
Dismas rounds the corner as Siren does, colliding with an "oomph!" She holds the child by the shoulders while she catches her breath, then looks at her face and hair carefully. She spins her daughter
around and nods a little, then kisses her daughter's forhead.
"LYRE!"
*from the common room there is a softly muttered "oh christ" and then a much louder, very respectful, and very uncertain*
"Yes Head Mistress Dismas??"
there is the slow click of hooves as Lyre approaches reluctantly.