[color=silver]Oo, first to post. Warning, I may ramble... *glowers* s'as good as I can do on a one-night time-limit, alas! ><
EDIT: Bugger, grammar error

[color=#b0c4de]Character Copyright Violation Warning: Bear – Qantao
Own Character Usage Clause: Character #2 – Evri San

[color=#b0c4de]~Evri San~
le rapport platonique d'une fille et de son ami mythologique invisible(1)
[u]ou(2)
un jeune monsieur beau obtient du côté faux d'un dragon fâché et posessive(3)

[color=silver]Sauntering down the street, my Evri, always safe under my watchful gaze, stepped carefully over and away from any reflective puddles which loomed large in her path.

Head, eyes and face shielded from the ominous cloudbank on the horizon, Evri the ever-prepared had donned her mackintosh, wellingtons and hat for an outing to the corner shop for some teabags dramatically run-out-of last night, in a mad tea-drinking frenzy.

Naturally, I had flown protectively over her head, haunting her steps as I had since the day of her fall. I would never forgive myself if she should come to harm; for Evri has been my lifelong friend. The only one of her race to actually see me, and to communicate with me. Something which has made me very happy over the long years of our relationship. Indeed, my feelings for Evri often stray beyond those friendly feelings to those more often reserved to one’s lover, not to mention one’s own species.

But now is not the time for discussing my forlorn nature, for I am aware that my love can never be returned. And yet, at times, I wish myself more substance, that I might rend and tear and break those who harm my Evri. Those who shoot lecherous looks through the night, thinking her alone down a dark alley. For those there can be no mercy, for she is an innocent...

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[color=#b0c4de]Promenading down the puddled road with a certain degree of haste and concern, Evri San was entirely unawares of the glances she inadvertently received for her strange garb. For it was true that the day was quite fine, in the history of the week there was barely a cloud haunting the horizon; and yet, she, with some mysterious inner sense, felt the looming and glooming of those as-of-yet non-existent clouds. And she worried.

Only the lack of tea, that marvellous beverage, would drive Evri out on a day so filled with the portends of cloudliness. Even the sky appeared darkened to her fine-tuned senses. And it was for precious bags of leaf that the hatted one had ventured out, for she found herself unable to begin a day (and middle a day, as well as ending one) without a cup of old faithful. Thé.(4)

Into a battered purse she had folded a sum of money well-equipped for the purchasing of said brew and toodled out for the meagre journey, entirely unawares of the aforementioned feelings of love confessed by one Dragon guardian, Tooku, yet soon to be made aware of the feelings of a certain handsome young gentleman by the name of Theo, rooted in very different and entirely peculiar circumstances.

The enchanting and fully mesmerising young fellow twirled his top-hat from the street corner, an enterprising look on his winsome features as he sized up his ‘chances’.
Waltzing in from yet another, opposite corner, an altogether different gentleman, also enterprising in his looks, if a little on the venerable side, began to cross the street. This old fellow, going by the name Qantao and garbed in flowing robes, flowing hair and flowing beard, strode forward on a collision course with the desired one, just as unawares as she of the imminent danger.

The innocent tea-purchaser, oblivious of all but the incoming clouds and avoidance of puddlage, walked into the venerable one, whose path had inadvertently crossed with hers in his attempt at traversing the road.

“Désole!(5)” The maiden exclaimed, suddenly beset by a bizarrely old-looking man, clutching at her mac before falling to the ground. “I mean, sorry!” The man scowled up at Evri from the floor, before holding out a hooked hand for assistance. Hesitantly, Evri clasped the hand of the prune-man, and gave a feeble tug.

With a great and huffy sigh, the man planted his staff into the ground and hauled himself upright, before patting himself down carefully, probing the depths of his clothing in an attempt to survey the damage.

“Well, I’ve nothing broken. No thanks to you, young lady.” He gave Evri a stare from under a beetled brow and shook his staff at her menacingly. “If I had been injured...” His words carried a warning, quiet though they were, and they scared Evri no less than a little.

Gathering up the bright green cloth to his thin body, the man nodded at Evri before shuffling off in the opposite direction, down the street and around the corner.

“I need tea...” Evri called after him. “Au revoir(6)! Er, goodbye!”

Now, the aforementioned young man of extremely handsome features had regarded this fiasco from afar with a pensive look etched upon his unblemished face. A smile from under a snappy top hat, and Theo darted in to make his move on the desired Miss San.

Swooping across the meagre distance between the pair, Theo materialised in Evri’s path, and sketched a long and elegant bow, much to the surprised shriek of the already-unsettled beloved.

“Ah, mine eyes deceive me, for I do behold a maiden of such extraordinary beauty standing before me that I am sure to be dreaming!” Pressing the back of a milk-white hand to his forehead, Theo affected a swoon, a roguish grin outlining his features and his eyes lit up with mischief.

“O, my fair lady, do you stray far from home on this fateful day? I have been gazing upon you from afar, dearest maiden, and I would very dearly enjoy making your acquaintance.” Evri, overwhelmed by this sudden proclamation, could only assume that the gentleman wanted her name, which she gave.

“Je m’appelle(7) Evri...”

“Ah! A name as beautiful as the stars themselves. My dearest Evri, today is my fortunate day, for I intend to take you for coffee!” Theo proclaimed, flourishing his hat at the end of another fancy bow.

“I like tea...” Mumbled Evri. “I need tea bags, you know.” She peered out from under the floppy brim of her hat, regarding the skies with suspicion. “Clouds’re coming.”

“Indeed they are, my love. Clouds of happiness now that I have finally found you, my soul-mate! But allow me to introduce myself; the name is Theo de Veren, and I am much honoured to finally make your acquaintance. But now; to coffee!” De Veren took a hold of the arm of his loved one, and lead her away, bemused and protesting, to a nearby coffee-house of outstanding reputation.

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[color=#b0c4de]And this is the scene which is viewed with jealousy through the eyes (or green eyes) of one imaginary Dragon friend.

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[color=silver]Folding my wings backwards for speed, I soared to the ground in a red fury. A charmer! Molesting my woman! And touching her, no less! Clacking my teeth together, I wished, and not for the first time, that I had the ability to touch those mortals I so despised.

Oh, for just an hour with this abominable man and I should make him scream and cry and beg for mercy... but no, my dreams shall never be realised, but neither shall his.

If I cannot have her, then none shall... only alone, with my guidance, is Evri safe. My sharp vision caught his fingers, moving in a gentle caress on her arm as he guided her.

A possessive caress, that. And one which I intended to remember. For though I could not touch mortals, I found myself, when roused, able to push their thoughts in certain directions of my choosing.

This one, I snarled, will meet an unpredicted end...

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[color=#b0c4de]The beleaguered beloved found herself safe inside a sheltered and warm coffee-house into which she had never ventured before; and, a large mug of foam pushed into her hands, she floundered in a chair much too soft to be real, trying to make sense of a place in the world where there was no tea. This man, this Theo de Veren, had pushed her in the opposite direction to her tea bags, and Evri was not inclined to think much of a man who separated her from her tea.

Taking a sip of the foam, she made a disgusted face beneath her hat, much to the consternation of de Veren, whose eyebrows shot up into his hat.

“Are you not a coffee-lover, my beloved?” Shaking her head vigorously, Evri thought it was high time that he was reminded of her errand.

“I need tea... I really do... this...this mousse(8)... c’est horrible(9)!” Placing the cup down hard on the square table, Evri made a fastidious face before crossing her arms.

“I only want some tea-bags...” She mumbled, looking at the floor. De Veren, a look of horror on his face, reached out a finely-boned arm and patted Evri on the hand.

“Of course you do, my love. That which you drink is named cappuccino, and it is supposed to be, ah, moussey. It is perfectly palatable.” To prove his point, Theo grasped his own large mug and drank down the coffee with gentlemanly noises of enjoyment.

“But if my love wants tea, then tea she will get!” He declared, flourishing his hat once more. “To the shops!” Pointing wildly in the direction of the door, he scooped the puzzled Miss San to her feet once more and swept her off in the direction of that Mecca which is the corner shop.

Tugging on his sleeve, Evri pulled herself loose and gesticulated at the ever-darkening sky. “Look!” She panted. “The... c-clouds...” Stuttering to a halt, she pulled the wide hat further down over her face, as if blocking out the sight could make it go away.

“Why, my dearest Evri! Whatever is the matter?” Shooting him a terrified glance, she pointed at the clouds once more.

“Look!” She gasped through halted breaths. “Il va pleuvoir!(10)”

A puzzled look clouded Theo’s delicate features as unbidden thoughts came flying into his head.

-she’s insane...-
-you don’t love her-
-SHE’S MINE!-

This last, a screech similar to that of nails down the proverbial blackboard caused only a wince to mar de Veren’s perfect face, as his long-controlled emotions ‘got a grip’. Shaking his head once and imperceptibly, he gazed upon his beloved in a newly tainted light. Maybe she was insane... All this cloud gibberish.

-how can someone be afraid of clouds?-

The question sprang unbidden into his mind, and his lip curled in an expression of contempt. His beloved was insane. Afraid of clouds, rain, and hiding in her waterproofs, she could never love him back.

A little sadness crept in, a feeling which was instantly dampened; almost by some unseen force. And Theo de Veren looked upon his beloved with disgust in his eyes, and for the merest second, hers met his, startled at what she saw there, Evri turned away in panic, teetering on the edge of hyperventilation.

Before he had been kind. She had seen love in his eyes, but now. Now, all she wanted to do was escape from him, and the clouds, and the foamy, man-eating-chair house.

Turning tail, Evri San scarpered. She ran down the puddled street, oblivious for the first time of the looming and glooming clouds.

“Tooku!” She screeched as she ran, breath coming in huge, sobbing gasps. “Là où êtes vous(11)!?” Materialising in front of her, the glimmering Dragon hid a smile of satisfaction before composing his face into an appropriately worried expression.

“What is it, my dear?” He rumbled.

“ Je veux aller à la maison...(12)”

“Then we will go home, my love.” A secret smile lit up Tooku’s face as Evri turned away to begin the walk home.

“You are mine.” He whispered to himself. “And no-one will take you from me.”

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[color=#b0c4de][[size=1]Guideline no. 4: The post includes a love triangle of which at least one of the characters (loved or lover) is part of.
Guideline no. 6: One character in the "relationship" is of a different species or ethnicity than the other. This causes a large problem, large being anything from discrimination to questionable legality.]

Another list of translations.

(1) The platonic relationship of a girl and her invisible mythological friend
(2) or
(3) A handsome young gentleman gets on the wrong side of an angry and possessive dragon
(4) Tea
(5) Sorry
(6) Goodbye
(7) My name is
(8) Foam
(9) It’s horrible!
(10) It’s going to rain!
(11) Where are you?
(12) I want to go home