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“That’s incredible!” Victor says, watching the demonstration with gleeful interest. “You’ve really got something amazing here, Alia! I’ve already broken one test tube, and I can tell you, having it turn into a liquid-like substance would have made clean-up much easier. And having it be reusable? That’s pure genius!” He gives her a little applause.
“Oh, I don’t think you’d have any trouble selling this at all,” he assures her. “I’m quite sure the Touched community would be falling over itself for glassware that didn’t cause inconvenient and dangerous shards when it broke — and could be remolded back into the piece that broke.” His expression turns thoughtful, even as his eyes fill with a Creative light. “Actually, you should sell them with molds. That would probably appeal to just anyone — make your own glassware! Regular drinking glasses and beakers alike. If anything, you could probably get some interest just from people who would like to make unique art pieces.”
He blushes, laughs, and nods. “Ah — yes, I’ve broken my fair share. Mostly when I leave something too near an edge and knock it with my elbow… I’d be quite happy to have a set of your glassware. Oh, I need to fetch Doc and Marty. They’ll be shocked.”
Alia couldn’t help a blush and a smile.
“Thank you.” She said with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of her neck, “I’m glad I invented something useful for everyone for once.”
Her eyes shined as well as Victor went on with other ideas for the glass, a wide grin lighting her features. He was right! Why stay just to drinking glasses when you could do so much more? Genius!!! She calmed again at Victor’s laugh, grinning again.
“I think we all have, really.” She said with a nod, “I know me and my Dad combined made a real big mess, even though he held artifacts like glass roses. He was always a strange man. A strange, loving, kind man…”
She sighed, closing her eyes, a small smile painted on her face now as she remembered her happy childhood memories with her father, playing in the backyard and him taking her on excavations, finding jewels and bones and ancient relics with her. She couldn’t have asked for a better father. There was never anything he lacked in as a Daddy. Never ever ever.
“Oh, uh, yeah.” She said, smiling up at him, shaken from her thoughts, “I’ll go back to my room and get a set, then! I already gave some to Lewis in thanks for letting me make them. I just hope he likes them.”
She knew he would always be kind, but she could always see the struggle in trying to smile, what with his girlfriend sick and baby in danger of death. She didn’t blame him. If her and Alex had a kid, he’s be a mess too. She blushed at the thought of having a family with him. That’d be… interesting… having sex with him…
“U-uhm, so yeah, I’ll go get them for you now!” She laughed nervously, cheeks bright red as she ran out of the shop, hoping to relax during the walk and come back with her head on the right track again; One can only hope, she supposed.
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alia-sait said: Alia smirked, putting down the glass cups on the counter. She leaned against the desk, then shoved one of the glasses off, watching it shatter on the floor. But then, the glass dissolved into a gel-like liquid substance. “Tada~!” She giggled.
Victor starts back as she shatters the glass — then grins in amazement as it dissolves into gel. “Oh — that’s incredible!” Part of him wants to poke the gel, but he stays his hand for the moment. “How does it work? Can you take that and shape it back into a glass?”
“The chemical I made it with is a type that I discovered hardens when it has a certain amount of itself together. When the glass shatters, it doesn’t have enough intact anymore, and breaks. So yes, if you put the gel back together, you can! You;d need a mold for it, though. It’s safe to digest, too, in case of curious little ones.” Alia said with a grin, “And like I said, it takes a certain amount. So, if you only break off a little…”
She took the second glass, chipping off a small piece. The glass remained itself, while the tiny piece turned into the gel.
“You don’t have to worry about keeping the glass absolutely perfect!” She said with a grin, “I was in Lewis’ lab, and I broke a beaker by accident, and I wished that there was an easier and safer way to clean it up— And bam! Idea~! Make it myself! I remember breaking a glass when I was little, and all the sharp ends all around my feet… Now you don’t need to worry anymore!”
Even though it was so stupid, and it really wasn’t that magnificent, she thought it was. No more cleaning up glass and stepping on tiny bits you missed! the liquid would still need to be cleaned up, but this was definitely a safer route.
“You think someone would sell this stuff? I’m trying to get some money to do more biomechanics for animals with missing limbs, and maybe even people. It’s hard, though, and a little nerve racking…” She murmured, running the tip of her finger along the edge of the glass, then giggled, “I could give you a set, if you want! I know Amber can tend to be kinda klutzy sometimes. And you.”
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Victor breathes a little sigh of relief as the spider just goes on his way. Whew — no having to deal with escaping from webs today. “Yes, and I’m glad of it,” he says, patting Alia on the head and continuing on. “Farewell, arachnid.”
He follows Alia’s directions as best he can, apologizing when they wander off the path. But soon enough they come to the field and — oh. Oh wow. So many flowers — and so many butterflies! Victor gapes for a moment, struck dumb by the sight. All those colorful flitting little wings, all those gently-swaying petals… “It’s gorgeous,” he whispers to her. “This is — this is always what I pictured Heaven looking like.”
He walks slowly into the field, taking care not to disturb the butterflies as they have their daily drink of nectar. “Oh, this is perfect,” he whispers with a wide smile, giving Alia a little squeeze. “You did good, finding this place.”
Alia smiled as they looked out over the fields, nuzzling her head against Victor’s chest, closing her eyes as she did. So tired…
“Thank you, Big Brother…” She murmured with a faint smile, “I’m glad you’re happy… I like it when you’re happy…”
As Alia started to drift off, a brightly pink and black butterfly fluttered over to them, landing on top of Alia’s head, examining her curiously. A few others joined, looking to see if they could get anything from Alia or Victor, crawling all along them to look for a sweet treat to eat.
Alia started to rouse again with a faint moan, opening her eyes half way, only to find the pink butterfly had settled down on her nose, wings moving up and down idly, staring down at her. Hello… Are you gonna give me something yummy to eat..? Alia giggled, smiling warmly, but kept as still as she could, closing her eyes again, a warm, fuzzy feeling inside her. She’d say something, but she was afraid of sending her little friends off, so she just stayed quiet, enjoying the happy moment.
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What you did to deserve this? Isn’t the obvious?
- Seluna looked at Alia with a genuinely curious look on her face, that she gave to star as well. -
You exist, little one. That’s enough to deserve hugs and nice words… but if we consider the fact that you always deal with jerks and bad feelings, then you deserve even more!
- When Alia rubbed her arm, the smell of blood that came from her hidden wounds tickled the werewolf’s sensible nose again, and she sighed faintly. -
Hey, I heard that people sell a thing called “ice-cream” in parks. - She said, thinking that it was probably better to change the subject. - I never tasted one… would you like to have too?
Alia’s smile grew as Seluna spoke, hesitating a moment, then leaning up to give her a fond kiss on her cheek for a small moment, then pulling away, blushing nervously, a smile still on her face.
It grew, though, at the mention of ice cream, beginning to bounce excitedly. Star mewed, jumping up onto Seluna’s head, watching her friend.
“Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you~!” She said happily, hugging her friend tightly, “They’re reeeally good! I know a good place that has really good ice cream and the man there is really nice too! Wanna go? I know you’ll like it!”
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The words were like daggers to Alice’s heart, each one a sharp pain, each sob salt in the wound. For a moment, Alice found that she’d stopped breathing all together, and her vision was clouded by tears.
Oh dear, she really had failed Alia.
“I don’t hate you,” Alice said softly after a period of silence. She didn’t notice how shaky her voice had become from the building tears. “I could never, never hate you. I love you, Alia- I do, I truly do! You remind me nothing of the bad- you bring me too much happiness to remind me of the bad. And you’re not nothing Alia.”
“I wouldn’t lie about this- I truly, honestly mean it, I promise, I mean it!” Her voice had cracked here, and the tears had started leaking from the corners of her eyes.
With a frustrated sigh (frustrated at herself, not the girl), Alice placed her face in her hands.
Alia couldn’t seem to bring herself to believe Alice at first, just held Star and Jaguar close, sobbing quietly. But the more she went on, Alia could start to hear the sorrow and the tears in her voice… She swallowed thickly, peeking out of the blankets a moment before hiding back in. She slid her hands out and put it on top of Alice’s, twining their fingers together, though her hand was rather shaky.
“D-don’t cry, Mommy…” She whispered, “I don’t l-like it when you cry…I’m sorry…don’t c-cry anymore, please…”
Alia squeezed her hand slightly, letting out another sob.
“I l-love you Mommy..! I thought you h-hated me..! Don’t l-leave me all alone anymore, Mommy, please, it’s scary!”
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Victor was starting to get worried himself. It’s good to see her smile — and laugh. He chuckles back at her. “Yes, but you’re the one who actually knows where we have to go,” he points out. “So if you could somehow lead from my arms, that would be excellent.”
He starts at her squeak. “What — what is — oh.” He stares as the spider crawls over to them, examining them with its red eyes. He’s not the sort to find spiders icky, but — well, one of this size would give even the most ardent arachnid-lover pause. “Ah — h-hello,” he says, slowly inching around it. “We’re just — g-going this way. Give us just a moment, we’ll be out of your h-hair…” It doesn’t seem to be hostile, but Victor doesn’t want to take any chances. Something as big as this must need equally big prey, and Victor doesn’t quite feel like being drained of fluids right now.
The spider simply watched the two walk away, then went back to it’s own business when they’d left, crawling about and exploring. Alia leaned up slightly and gave him a kiss on his cheek, relaxing now that the potential threat was gone.
“At least he s-seemed friendly enough…” She said with a small smile, looking back at the spider, “Bye bye, buggie…”
The rest of the way to the fields was fine, at least, though she did have to direct him a certain way when they were thrown off course once or twice. But soon, they’re there, and the sun’s shining bright and the grass is green and there’s flowers all over.
Flowers all over, with almost every single one holding a butterfly on top.
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Victor wipes his eyes clear, patting her on the head as she cuddles his arm. Yeah, he’s not a fan of when he cries either. But he thinks he’s done for the moment. He’s pushed away the darkness within him, and he’s made a vow to do better. To make more time for her. Sure, he’s got a lot of other people in his life now, but there should always be time for the ones who were there the longest.
He smiles as she points the way to the butterflies, straightening up again. “Oh, good — I was going the right way,” he says with a little laugh. “I was half-certain I was going to get us lost…” He makes sure he has all their stuff with him. “Lead the way,” he says with an expansive gesture. “Mustn’t keep the butterflies waiting, after all.”
Yes, butterflies. They’ll make this better. They make everything better.
Alia smiled again, hugging him tightly, letting out a soft, happy sigh. She was glad Victor was able to get the voice to go away and make her smile again. She rubbed her arm slightly, shuddering in memory. For a while, she thought she’d never smile again…
“You’re the one carrying me!” Alia giggled playfully, “You lead the way!”
Alia squeaked in fear when she heard a strange noise, looking around, only to see one of the large spiders that wandered the land. She held him tightly, preparing for it to pounce— But it didn’t seem to do anything. Were— Were they— nice in the daytime?
The large tarantula-like bug crawled over, looking over the two with curious red eyes. Hello? You’re weird.
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