Log: Aurora and Walter Summary: About a week ago, Aurora shows up to Walter's room in her underpants and requests to see Walter's power. He shows her, then they take a nap. That is apparently how exciting it is. XD
AURORA: Poor Jeanne-Marie. The girl's fingers shook as she stared at what had once been one of her favorite skirts; now apparently one of Aurora's. She had apparently taken a pair of scissors to its hem, and now...now it looked like some rag of the devil. An instrument of sin! Jeanne-Marie heaved back a sob. And then another. And her breath came out in short, rattling bursts, and a low whimper ripped through her throat and she felt as though she were about to faint, so she closed her eyes and, dropping the skirt, bought the palms of her hands to her forehead.
And then, Aurora eyes had fluttered open, and she plucked at the elastic of her boring white underwear, pulling it out and letting it snap back to her hipbone. Tabernac! What was the time! Sighing, she waltzed to her balcony doors and threw them open, squinting a little as the morning sun poured through. Stepping out, Aurora smiled, deciding that the time was Walter time!
A couple of seconds later she's flown to his balcony door, in naught but her underwear and a plain white under-singlet. Aurora likes using the balcony door. It means she can see inside before she's knocked.
WALTER: Not only is Aurora sneaky, but Walter isn't too aware of his surroundings. Especially when he's in his room, alone. The tiny television is on, some sitcom playing for background noise. Walter sits on the floor. He's still in his pajamas (no work today!) and hunched over a book. Oh, that posture is something awful.
AURORA: Oh oui, Aurora Beaubier is very sneaky, and so, after testing the handle to find it unlocked, she quietly lets herself in. Aurora takes a wide berth around the unsuspecting Walter so she can pounce on him from behind, barely a blur as she moves. Not a second later her long fingers have pushed underneath Walter's glasses and are covering his eyes, "Guess whooo!" Her breath comes warm out into his ear, and she's smiling. So cliche, yet so, so effective.
WALTER: Walter is surprised, but not too much. Since she's so quick, he's able to guess pretty easily. A gasp to go with his worried hands at his glasses. "Careful, Aurora." Please don't break my glasses! That's the first thing on his mind? Sheesh. "Was I right? Is it Aurora?" He'll play along.
AURORA: A brief roll of her eyes, “Oh, you! You are just like mon frere.” Aurora leans forward and kisses him lightly on the side of his neck, “Be careful this, be careful that!” She moves to sit beside him folding her long bare legs under her and leaning against him, “Oui, it is me! Clever clever! But why are we sitting on the floor mon chou?!”
WALTER: Walter adjusted his glasses. Twice, actually, because he had to do a double take. She's nearly naked! Oh my gosh! "The bed is too soft. Where are your pants?" Not that he's complaining.
AURORA: "Oh?" She glances over at his bed, "Perhaps I shall have to try it out sometime, oui?" NUDGE NUDGE WALTER. At his last question she frowns and offers a nonchalant shrug. To be honest she's not exactly sure herself. "I forgot, I suppose." Not important. "But pants are overrated wouldn't you say, cherie?" For oh so many reasons.
WALTER: "You could sit on it now if you want." Then it occurred to him that she would be pantless on his bed. In order to protect her honor, he should stay on the floor. Her honor. Meh.
"Pants keep us warm. They separate us from the ducks." That makes enough sense to him!
AURORA:Her honor?! Oh dear. Now what is the point of sitting on a bed by oneself, anyway? Aurora sighs mournfully, "Non, merci mon chou, I will stay down here with you."
Then she spreads out those lovely long legs of hers, and tilts her head up at him, "But I am not cold. And feel!" Here she grabs his hand, placing it neatly on her thigh. "Tabitha and I waxed the other night!" SEE WHAT SHE DID THERE, WALTER? The thought of hairy legs brings her to her next point. "Do you wear pants when you are...more furry?" Aurora doesn't want to hurt his feelings if Walter doesn't like to be called 'sasquatch'. She has not heard him talk about it much, and so is not too sure.
WALTER: "What's a mon chou anyway?" Walter would like to know, since she keeps calling him that. Holy crap, his leg on her thigh? Walter is polite, doesn't jerk his hand away. That and because she'ssosoftohmygod. He does move his palm slightly, towards her knee. Don't rush the boy!
"No, my clothes don't fit me when I change." He'll easily answer questions, but won't offer anything up that she doesn't ask for first.
AURORA: She will not rush him! But she will continue to hint away! "It is a..." she searches for the right word, "sweet food? Like a pastry! Do not worry, it suits you!" Aurora rests her head on his shoulder, fingers idly flicking at the book in his hands.
"Oooh." She purses her lips thoughtfully, "You must be very large, then, when you change, n'etes-tu pas?" A pause, "How did you find out that you could do so?" Sans Jean-Paul, Walter is the only one Aurora cares to ask these sorts of questions to. Everyone else is boring, boring, boring.
WALTER: Walter smiles, "I'm sweet food?" Tee hee. His book is closed, the place kept with one finger from the hand not-on-her-leg-hello-there. "I would black out and wake up in the woods." My my, do they have something in common?
AURORA: "Mais oui!" Aurora grins, and tickles the back of his neck, "Very sweet!" Oh hey! Aurora knows all about blackouts! Because of this, she frowns sympathetically "Blackouts are not very exciting." Curiously, then: "When you change, are you still yourself?" She's going somewhere with this! Starting off nice and easy!
WALTER: With the tickle, Walter's shoulders curl up towards his neck. "Still myself? I don't look the same, but I mostly know what's going on. I don't black out anymore." It's like an improvement!
AURORA: "Hm." Aurora rests her head on his shoulder, "When I black out I am not myself - but she cannot fly anymore, or move fast." God, what a loser. A teeny tiny pause as her fingers creep up his neck and into his hair, "If you are yourself, and you do not black out anymore...May I seeeee, s'il tu plaaaait?" Cue big dazzling smile.
WALTER: Walter leans his head against hers. He's baffled by her illness that turns her into a proper-religion-obsessed girl. He wishes she didn't have to deal with it, it's sad. "See... the ... with the... really?" WHY?
AURORA: Aurora doesn't see it as an illness; she just happens to share a body with the most annoying creature on the planet. One day, she will push Jeanne-Marie out forever! "Oui, really!" She grins, "I would like to see what you look like!" And pat his fur, and go on wild and exciting adventures, and have him beat up Terry. JUST USUAL STUFF.
WALTER: "Oh, Aurora, I don't know about that." Having a beautiful woman who's opinion of him is very important... see him like that? No. He didn't want anyone to even KNOW, let alone SEE. Damn you, Corbo. "Why? It's awful."
AURORA: A frown. "You should not say things like that about yourself, cher Walter! I imagine that you would look quite handsome with all of your fur and your big paws, ouui?" Or cute and cuddly. She snuggles into him a little. "Why do you not want to show me?" Sad face.
WALTER: "It's not handsome, Aurora. I'm a monster." How would she like it if he asked her to turn into Jeanne-Marie before him? HMM? Plus, they'd have to go outside... no, Walter! Don't crack under pretty girl pressure!
AURORA: That frown is now a pout and her long arms are wrapped quite tightly around Walter's sides - he is trapped! "I do not believe it - there is nothing monstrous about you, mon amor. You are lying." Aurora doesn't like being said 'no' to, and her still friendly tone, has a bit of an impatient edge to it. Have you asked JP what his sister is like when she is sulky, and doesn't get her way, Walter? THEN YOU'LL SEE A MONSTER. A little more gently then; "I will not run away. Or laugh, or whatever- I promise!" Squeeeeze.
WALTER: Walter likes her holding onto him like this. He wraps his own arms around her and for a second, it feels like he's comforting her. Not convincing her to leave him alone! "You'll think of me different."
AURORA: "But of course I won't!" Aurora looks up at him with a smile, "There is nothing that you could do that would make me think different of you mon chou! Stop being so silly!" A pause, "Are you saying that I am shallow?" Scowl.
WALTER: "What! No! Maybe I'm shallow." Ahh, backpedal. "Right now?" Does she realize this is a process? There is paperwork for her to fill out? "--It hurts." All right, the truth is out.
AURORA: Aurora tightens her grip around him again, "It hurts? OH MON CHER WALTER JE SUIS DESOLEE--do not do it then!" She's disappointed but that's okay - Aurora is, after all, practicing How Not To Be Selfish. Er, still, she can't help but ask, "How much does it hurt?" Somewhere, in the back of her little cracked subconscious, she's wondering if she should turn this into a massive drama - what? He doesn't love you enough?! Make him prove it!! Probably not a good idea to unleash all her crazy at once, though.
WALTER: Walter doesn't want to look like a pansy in front of Aurora. "Uh-- not ... no, not too much." Ahh, it's a delicate balance. "Do you really want to see this? Right now?" Because he'll do it. Just saying it again is apparently all he needs.
AURORA: There's a pleased little smirk, but she wipes it from her face quickly and answers with a shrug, "I do not care, it is up to you. If it hurts too much I will understand that you do not want to share this with me." Now she's just being difficult. A beat, as she nuzzles his neck and purrs, "But I would like it if you did." OH AURORA.
WALTER: The neck nuzzling did it. Without hesitation now-- "All right." COME ON UP AND AT'EM. "We have to go outside."
AURORA: "YAY!!" She's lept up and pulling at his hand, "M'dieu, you move so slooow!" This is feeling like Christmas! Without pants! And then for some reason the idea of The Sasquatch and a girl in her knickers frolicking out on the lawn is really hilarious to Aurora and so she's giggling as they make their way out of Walter's room. How exciting, non?!
WALTER: As they make their way downstairs, Walter sneaks glances at Aurora in her state of mild undress. "You don't care that you're in your underwear, nor that your boyfriend is a monster sometimes?" You're so rad, Aurora.
AURORA: She flashes him a sort of confused look, "Should I? If I spent all my time caring I would have no fun. Boo to that, cheri. And I do not care at all, that you are sometimes a monster, as long as you are my monster." She pulls his head down for a quick kiss, before taking a flying leap down the stairs. "You do not care that sometimes that bitch is here instead of me, do you?" Oh what a loaded question that is.
WALTER: It's quite a loaded question. Walter hesitates-- but not for too long! "I don't mind it, she isn't so bad. But she certainly isn't you, and it's you that I like." A lot. Walter hopes that answer will suffice.
AURORA: She doesn't feel like being difficult right now, and so Aurora beams up at him. Yay Walter you passed Some Test! They're outside now, and Aurora selects a peaceful little area behind some trees. "Shall I hold your clothing for you?" Suggestive little grin, here.
WALTER: When changing in front of other guys, Walter doesn't worry. They aren't interested in seeing him. He's a little nervous at the fact that Aurora is leering at him.
He figures he ought to get this over with as quickly as he can. They're in the back of the hotel, in an area where hopefully the shrubbery will obscure the view of anyone too nosey. Walter yanks his shirt up over his head and grimaces. Really, he looks like he could just die. He's pale and boring, not too chubby nor not slim or fit. "Here." Please, take good care of his ugly brown polo.
AURORA: Aw Walter. Aurora thinks you are just perfect the way you are, pale skin and all, and her expression clearly says this - though her lip is sort of quired up in mild amusement as well. (Should she be worried that he looks a little sick? She will ask him about it later.)
Makes grabby hands for his shirt and holds it close to her chest, (probably sneaks a sniff because she's a perve). "Merci!" She's also waiting for his pants with eyebrows raised.
WALTER: With a shrug of his shoulders, Walter gives in. Unbuttoning his pants and starting to transform. Maybe if he fills his body with such pain, he won't remember getting naked in front of his new girlfriend. The sound of bones shifting and cracking are heard over the sound of a fly being unzipped. Take that, Aurora! Take that.
AURORA: She doesn't care about his pants suddenly, because now he's shifting and changing and reshaping before her eyes, and Aurora's smile fades; the sound of his bones cracking, popping and moving is absolutely horrific. What had he said? It hurts? Just a little? Not that much? Aurora's beginning to suspect that Walter might have lied. The expression on his warping face certainly didn't look like he was having The Greatest Time Of Life, and she bites her lip. Whoops! Why-o-why does he have to look like it hurts so much? Now she feels kind of guilty and so she takes his hand -- it's growing fur, and getting larger too.
WALTER: She took his hand. She took his hand. Walter's overjoyed and it makes the transformation easier. A few minutes pass and he's no longer wearing pants, nor is he Walter anymore. He's Bigfoot, he's Sasquatch, he's a wookiee, he's a big furry thing. He smiles weakly, all pointy teeth, "See?" The voice lower and deeper, something all together different and feels like gravel in your ears.
AURORA: Aurora takes maybe zero-point-four seconds to survey his appearance (certainly long enough, by her standards) and then lets out a squeal, flying into his arms, wrapping hers around his great big furry neck and nuzzling her face into his chest. "OH MON DIEU WALTER MON CHERI!!! TU ES TRES MAGNIFIQUE!!" Oh gosh look at his little face. He feels stronger, somehow, too. She wonders how many trees he can pull out singlehandedly in her honor.
WALTER: He's overwhelmed! Also, quite careful not to squish her when he hugs her. "Really?" SERIOUSLY? This is too good to be true. Aurora likes him, despite being pale and sometimes orange and furry. He doesn't have tattoos or a motorcycle and she still likes him. "You're so great, Aurora." Just in case she was wondering.
AURORA: He doesn't have tattoos or a motorcycle, no, but he has orange fur and pointy teeth and big wide arms that pull her closer to his chest and Aurora thinks he is just it and a bit. "I know," she answers with a grin, "but you are better!" Oh gosh, him having fur is not going to get old, and she's stroking away. "Can you crush rocks?" She wants to see him crush rocks. Destruction might be a little bit of a turn on. TMI?
WALTER: "I can crush rocks. Do you want me to crush rocks?" She's such a weird chick. Walter digs it.
AURORA: Oh gosh he can crush rocks, this is so exciting. Aurora grins, "Mais oui!! I do." Maybe afterward, he can crush Terry for her, too.
WALTER: Walter-- erm, Sasquatch!Walter peels Aurora off of him. He's completely ready to smash up some stuff but then, "Oh, I don't know if it's such a good idea. I don't want to get in trouble with Warren." Being thrown out of the hotel would be the worst possible thing. "Maybe we could go camping sometime!" Aurora, Walter... JP. That wouldn't be weird or third-wheeling at all!
AURORA: ...Okay so there may have been a pout there for the briefest of seconds, but it is gone when camping is suggested!! "I have never been camping, before, but if it means I get to spend all day long with my two most favourite people," (and all night with one of them, shh) (and that's not JP btw) "then I think this idea is wonderful!, mon chou!! OH! MAYBE WE COULD ALL GO CAMPING IN CANADA!"
WALTER: "Uhhhh..." sounds nearly like a growl, coming from this different body. "It's far away and cold there right now." Walter hates denying Aurora, but seriously, girl. Let's be realistic. "We'll figure out something later." Right now, Walter just wants to change back. He lays flat on his back, trying to relax while killing any and all grass. Poor grass, you didn't have a chance.
AURORA: "Aw, but you have all of this fur and I do not feel the cold and Canada is our homelaand, non?!" A dramatic roll of her eyes and then she flops down beside him, resuming her stroking around his furry face. "We could go very far up north, and watch the sky light up." her lips are close to his ear, "Would that not be wonderful?" Oh how this place suffocates her sometimes! "Ouuui?" Stroke stroke stroke.
WALTER: "How would we get there?" Which means, yes, she just convinced him. It's beautiful, she's beautiful, she likes him in what seems under any condition. Pinch him, please!
AURORA: "Fly?" Aurora often forgets other people can't fly. A pause, and she corrects herself, "Run? Or we can drive perhaps! Can you drive? I cannot. Oh! You should teach me how to drive to Canada!" Or Mexico. Vegas? The world is their oyster!! Aurora is slightly manic with ideas, shh. Silence and then ".....why are we lying down on the lawn?" The grass is damp and her ass is wet now --not that she's complaining.
WALTER: "I can't legally drive. A plane would cost a fortune. I'm trying to calm down so I can change back. Shh." He answered all her questions patiently, trying to stay upbeat. Serene. Look at those clouds. "That one's shaped like you." He pointed up at the sky.
On second thought, that cloud was kind of shaped like a cat. Or maybe a piece of candy. Depends on how you look at it.
AURORA: Did he just shush her?! She thinks he did. Aurora folds her arms a little indignantly across her chest and stares at the sky. She's sad that he doesn't like being in this lovely big and furry form as she quite likes it! "It looks like a cloud, to me." Sulky and short. No Noble Canada for Aurora today. Except in the clouds.
"Look, that one is like home." She's making it up. Her hand snakes out to grasp his, because she can't stay sulky at him when he became sasquatch for her.
WALTER: Walter thinks her pouting is funny. Funny, maybe cute. Some combination of it. "It looks like a house?" He's careful when she takes his hand, letting it go limp so he doesn't scratch her.
AURORA: "Ouias, bien sûr." Fuck, she really has no idea. This is lame, she wants to go camping right now. Or flying, or dancing. Someone once told her she can't always get what she wants, though, so she lets out a deep sigh, and tries hard to find shapes in the clouds for her Walter. "There, a puppy." Sort of. "Are you calming down yet?" She wriggles closer, wanting to cling to his lovely fur before it is gone, gone, gone.
WALTER: Walter nods, slowly and deliberate, "Yeaaah." Again, it's a grumble one might hear when disturbing a hibernating grizzly. "This is nice." He can compromise, Aurora. As much as he'd like to do everything for her, he thinks maybe not succumbing to her every whim might be good, too.
AURORA: "Hmm." She rolls on her side and slings her arm across him, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes. "Wake me when you have changed, mon chou. Then we can plan our adventure and get some cake, oui?" Once she's put some clothes on. Or maybe she'll go out like this. WHO KNOWS! "Merci," her voice is muffled, her face is in his fur, "for showing me." Your Sasquatch form, that is!
WALTER: Walter's so relaxed and happy right now, slowly falling alseep. He doesn't realize that when he's calmed down and woken up, he'll be naked. In the yard. With a mostly naked girl. If he realized that, he'd have enough sense to not fall asleep. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. Of course, Aurora, anything for you." Except going to Canada.