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04 June this door[08:28] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: Hey. Don't I count? [08:29] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): Maybe. [08:29] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: Why the hesitance, dragonfly? [08:29] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): god, don't call me that. [08:29] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): you're a bitch, okay? [08:29] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): you're messing with my head [08:30] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): you know everything that's going on [08:30] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): so don't let me hope for nothing [08:30] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: What is it you're hoping for? [08:30] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: How am I failing you now [08:30] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): you're [08:30] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): here. [08:31] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: And that's exactly what you said you wanted1 [08:31] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: *! [08:31] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): God, can't you understand? [08:31] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): i want [08:31] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): not light [08:31] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): or false [08:31] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): or tense or stupid [08:31] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): like everyone else [08:31] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): and sometimes [08:31] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): you give me that [08:31] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): and sometimes you don't [08:32] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: Maybe i'd be doing something right if you didn't keep giving me mixed signals. [08:32] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: You're never focused on anything, you're always letting them get to you [08:32] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: what do they matter? [08:32] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): dude, you don't understand. [08:32] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): they're everything. [08:33] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: then what am I? [08:33] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: since I obviously don't mean as much. [08:33] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): you're stupid. and you don't get anything [08:33] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): and what's worse [08:33] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: yeah? [08:33] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: i don't get anything [08:33] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): you seem to think [08:33] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: well i'll tell you what you don't get [08:33] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: you [08:33] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: don't get [08:33] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: that [08:33] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: i [08:33] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): don't fucking say it [08:34] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: what's wrong with you? [08:34] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): Right now, you. [08:35] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: You know, you're great at helping other people [08:35] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: or at least people who you think matters. [08:35] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): i told you, you do matter [08:35] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: you're doing a great job of showing it [08:35] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): look, i gtg [08:35] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): school and all. [08:35] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: coward. [08:35] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: stop running [08:35] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: Stop being an idiot [08:36] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: and hiding because [08:36] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: you're worried [08:36] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: you'll get hurt [08:36] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): won't i? [08:36] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): people let me down. [08:36] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: you probably let them down first, that's just like you. [08:36] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): great. [08:37] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): thanks [08:37] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: i'm not going to hurt you. [08:37] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: have i ever? [08:37] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): uhm... [08:37] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): let me think. [08:37] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): yes. [08:37] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: only because you provoked me. [08:38] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: yYou're awful good at that. [08:38] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): :/ [08:38] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): i do have to go. [08:38] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: God. [08:38] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: we're finishing this later. [08:38] + { d e c o t e l l a g e ): bitch. [08:39] ;; - a e s t h e t i c s: I love you too. 02 June Cryptic Ink Redux: IV She'd barely noticed as time slipped past, as easily as forgotten lovers and in a way, it was fitting. Because in the past few months, the Hunter's had completely collapsed, neither she, nor any one of her contacts having heard a faint whisper of Adair or Daray. Erisse didn't know if it was because they'd went into hiding, or if they'd been compromised, but the lobby of the headquarters had looked deader than a grave the last time she'd been there. Of course, it was under Severon's orders, as she was accompanied by his lacky, Thierry, who wasn't as bad as she would have thought. His moods were a strange thing, as when he was in his older guise, his sense of humor was guilded with insinuations, and was often strange. And in the guise of a child, he was completely inscrutable and ambiguous. Despite being able to shift into many different forms, he never assumed anything else but those two forms. And after he'd accompanied her back to her home, he'd become something of a companion, though a little warped, and was very surely a spy. But she was careful, considering. Considering the fact that she'd traded up one cage for another. Although a roomier cage that didn't have tendancies of drugging her. And with a master who cared more than her previous master did. But this only made him all the more dangerous. Speaking of which, "Erisse." A deep voice rumbled, bowing low, despite the fact she had no control over him whatsoever, no higher ranking, no position. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought he was mocking her. And then he straightened almost abruptly, motioning a small sign, in which Thierry left the room with a sly wink to her as he closed the door, behind Severon's back. The little elf somehow knew, despite the fact that Severon's back was turned, he knew what occured. he always seemed to know. "How was your stay, this past month?" he said quietly. From inside his cloak he pulled a single daisy, bright yellow, and laid it down on the smooth laquered wood of her table. She merely looked at him, soft contempt in her eyes she didn't bother to hide and didn't spare the flower a glance. "Cheery," she replied coldly, more frosty than she thought she could manage. "I especially enjoyed the spies dogging my steps." She'd never thought she could do this. Just months ago, this wasn't possible, this situation. It couldn't happen, not even if reality bent and broke before all recognition. 'But maybe,' she thought, 'maybe I'm stronger this time.' Severon's sun gold eyes gave nothing away. It was strange to her that liquid light, warm and comforting could possibly be so blank, not a single ripple. "Come now, Erisse. It was for your own protection. We can't have anyone knowing that you were alive." he said quietly, sweeping closer to her bookshelf, running an inquisitive finger along the titles there. But Erisse didn't miss the way that small step took him closer to her. She raised her head at him, unimpressed. "But something's changed," he continued, glancing down at the former deity, as he advanced on her. She still refused to be intimidated. "You've supposedly been found by..." he'd let the sentence dangle, letting her draw her own conclusions. "Let me guess, second in command Severon, great leader of the demons and elves?" she responded scathingly. He'd smirked and shook his hand. "Luana, the archangel, representing the angel's nation. We're calling a truce." Erisse did a double take. "What? Angels?" A suspicious look settled on her features, as she glared at him. "What are you planning?" "That, my dear, is for me to know, and for you to find out." he responded snippily. And a knock on the door had him looking expectedly at it. He strided over and opened it, arching a brow at the boy Thierry behind it, taking the long sweeping package, on a hanger. He closed the door without another word. Walking back, he looked her up and down, removing the plastic and unveiling a dress beneath. "You're going to wear this tonight. For your home coming." Taking the the silken fabric, she shot him a glare. He was certainly a lot saucier than she remembered him being towards her, though no less protective. The latter was probably because of business than anything else. But now, she didn't know what to make of him. Apparently, this was what Severon wanted, he did nothing to encourage her to believe he was friend or foe. And what was the most confusing was, he constantly changed his tactics, corralling her where he wanted her with a generosity that made her remember why she'd once loved him. But unraveling her even further, was that she didn't know if all his sweetness was contrived. With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the dress. It was turquoise - what else was new - although the design was a cut less extravagant than she was used to. Probably due to the fact that she was no longer ruling this place. Reluctantly, Erisse had to admit it was still beautiful, what with the dark, dark blue ribbon beneath her bosom, gathering a skirt with little folds in them, swaying just above her knees. Many, little straps, backless, and a low neckline, showing a bold amount of ( d e c o t e l l a g e ) had her a little breathless. She mentally tested the question of how perverted he really was, while fingering the low scoop of the neck. "You have no taste." She said caustically, lying through her teeth. "This color's going to make my head look like it's on fire." Severon smirked, and just as abruptly, turned the tables. "Good," the demon purred, and boldly pressed the dress against her figure. "You wouldn't want to look tame would you?" He stood close, listening to her forced calm breaths, despite the fact that her chest was heaving with anger. Her voice was small, slightly shaky, but no less forceful when she looked at him as if she could spit. "Get out." Severon bit the inside of his cheek and forced a cocky grin. "As you wish, my lady." and bowed, retreating. But as she watched him go, a thought struck her, and grabbed her and though she dearly liked to hole up in her room, rather than say another word to him, she swallowed and called out. "Wait!" Erisse bit her lip, for the first time today feeling truly uncertain, as she took small steps toward him, crossing her arms in a pseudo hug. Bowing her head and looking up at him with wary eyes, she questioned, "Will everyone be there?" a halting question, a quiet, lie of a question. He knew. "Of course. Everyone." Erisse nodded. "And how shall I act, as former Queen?" What should I say to him? "Act a stranger. You've changed after all," he paused and frowned. "Stronger." You don't know him. Pretend he's never existed. Surprise him. "And say Adair had something to do with it?" she said, half joking. Severon smiled, shrugging. "Why not? She has a hand to blame in everything." She nodded again, a bit like a child seeking reassurance, though the set, stubborn tilt of her head told him he wasn't wrong. (i wanna rock with you) Sophie had to be bored out of her mind. In fact, she almost preferred it if she possessed no mind, for having no mind would mean she didn't have the mentality nor the capability to be bored out of her mind because she didn't have one. Although the current train of thought was doing an excellent job of numbing her intellect. Never let it be said that an intelligent woman was clever. Although, she usually was. It certainly had something to do with the fact that there were too many bloody elves here, or perhaps the food was less than edible, or that she hadn't killed anyone in thirty one days. Thirty one days. Could you imagine? Well, Sophie didn't think anyone could, for she never met anyone nearly as sadistic as she was. With the exception of Adair - as always. "I'm going to die." Sophie whispered quite seriously, to an equally somber faced Daray, sitting near her. He stifled a smile, peering down at the rather pale version of a black widow. The top of her head was almost glowing, from the light of the sun, streaming in through the blinds. With her hair tied in a bun, she looked more angelic than sadistic. If he didn't know better. And Daray certainly knew better. A flash of her in a ball gown splattered with blood whipped in and out before he could clear his head. "Don't be so down, little spider." he said sagely. "There's going to be a ball tonight. You can always terminate the creostius and resume your old appearance? Attend the ball? Many men to play with." he grinned. The prospect cheered her somewhat. She'd noticed that Daray had taken to calling her 'spider', and other deriatives of 'black widow' after the mission debrief when she last heard from Adair. Sophie peered up at Daray, leaning against the rough wood of the sentry tower with her, the crossbow in his hands looking like a toy with his large build. He seemed unworried, unlike the rest of them. "Aren't you troubled, Daray? Adair's your partner, and the head of the Hunters, no less. We haven't heard from her in a month. Not only that, but the entire place has collapsed." "She's fine." he replied nonchalantly. "For all you know, the humans could have done something. Severon? The angels?" Daray laughed, the harsh bark deep and nearly poisonous. "The humans? They possess not the ingenuity. Severon wouldn't have been so subltle if he had killed her. If he would, and he wouldn't. He'd be heralding it to the world. And the angels are weak, they follow the heed of the dying princess Queen who wishes for nothing but peace." he finished, and looked down at the rogue angel. She was no longer exasperated, but now cunning, sharp gold eyes processing what he'd just said. "Go on," Daray hauled her up gently, and to the door. "Get ready for the ball. I'll see you there." as he ushered her away, she huffed quietly, crossed her arms and sashayed to the doors, pulling tendrils from her hair with fastidious care all the way, she turned back to level him with a calculating look. And what she saw was a large, grey man, looking self assured, entirely confident. His set jaw, and confidence was unshakeable, like a tall oak tree, too wide for her to wrap her arms across. And then, like magic, her doubt lessened too. "Wear something nice," she said quietly. "And a shirt too, for God's sake." --- Severon closed the mahogany doors with a quiet little snap that always seemed to signify the beginning or end of their conversations. As if by habit, he lifted the hem of his coat and polished the door knob, casting a golden sheen over his warped reflection within the little orb. And then he pulled back, remembering, and scowled at it, before walking away with brisk steps. It was as if he was ready to shout orders, or prepare for an attack at any minute. Which, he supposed was a wise thing, seeing as Adair was relatively at large. Sighing, he paced to Jabari's room, knowing more or less he'd find Klavier there. They were spending much time together, which Severon found a little odd, and perhaps even suspicious had he not known about Klavier and Lind. But something about them and trees still put him on edge... His musing thoughts were put aside, however, and he nearly laughed at where they were trailing to. Knocking on the door once, with perfunctory sharpness, and wrenching open the door. The room inside was bright, though not a happy, content sort of bright. Severon didn't know how to define it, but the curtains were drawn open, and the room was no longer sparse, dead nor stale. And perhaps it was because Jabari was alive for once, and though he knew it would hurt Erisse, he couldn't begrudge his friend this one burning candle. Of course, Klavier was there, his appearance often drawing the eye (although not that way) and Severon flashed him a small smirk, closing the door behind him. "Hello, my fellow cohorts." his deep baritone announcing his arrival. He spared them both a look, and draped himself across Jabari's couch. And looking around at the three of them, quiet and mostly introverted, each claiming a spot in Jabari's room, it was almost as if they were just regular friends. Disregarding the fact that they were just about the three most dangerous men anyone could ever find, ever. Flipping idly through a book, Rhetoric and Logic, Severon announced to them, not looking up, and definitely not touching Klavier. He'd taken to wearing gloves around this man, friends as they were, though trusted they were not. He didn't trust much anyone. And though Klavier could dismiss that coming from Adair, Severon found Klavier touching his face hard to imagine. "You're both representing Inficio tonight, on behalf of the Demons. As will I. Many shall be there. Although we're hosting it for some reason. They've apparently found something of importance." he looked up at them. "Anyway," he muttered, getting up. "If you hear from Adair, inform me." He leveled them both with stern gazes. --- This celebration seemed hell bent on destroying Erisse's mind, body, and soul. For once she wished for Severon's motherly ways, and he would have been here, at her side, had pride not turned her. She'd snapped at him, telling him to keep his distance, and now she paid the price with badgering questions, 'Where were you found?' or 'Shall you reclaim the throne?'. Severon watched with idle amusement from a distance, seemingly lazy, but still watching carefully all the same. Unlike Erisse, his dark, red gaze acted as a barrier to the pestering questions of the advisors, though the commendable brave ones were just as quickly shot down. Keeping an eye on Erisse was a little difficult, because she had the tendancy to wander, which was nothing new, but at the same time, he had to watch the little angel Sophie, and Daray. Which still wasn't so hard, but he had to catch Jabari and Klavier coming in, as well as scrutinize anyone who even remotely looked as if they knew Adair. And also Luana, an angel, which was still a good reason to be suspicious of. Passing a comrade high in the ranks, he nodded, vaguely recalling his name. "Evening, Cain." and moved on quickly. Sophie of course, was busy acquainting herself with anything male, and Daray had to say he pitied the poor bastard who caught the spider's interest tonight. Either that, or greatly envy the still poor bastard, because he knew she hadn't indulged in two of her favorite hobbies for a month. But then, there were other games to play, especially with the little shape shifter here... Court her? Or set her up with Klavier? Choices, choices... But the last time he'd cast her a remotely sexual look, he didn't know who he was for a few days. Adair had finally gotten enough amusement from his predicament, before feeling annoyance at his incompetence. In the end, she'd commanded Klavier to give him back his memories. Of course, it was all fun and games. Daray wasn't stupid, despite his outward appearance and demeanor. He found that acting the idiot melted people's suspicion, making it easier for him to obvserve them. And even without that... Well, if he had to, he'd get Klavier back if he pushed too hard. "Severon's watching us." Sophie hissed quietly, crossing her arms and looking back at Severon defiantly, her gold eye assessing, and calculating every little detail. "Shouldn't you be..." she looked at him, gesturing at his big, for lack of better word, grey-ness. "Not Daray?" Sophie cocked her head to the side, fingering the stray feather. She'd decided to don her wings tonight, representing the angels and all that. Her gloved hand was crossed, as usual, the small alchemist's circle lying center in her palm, warm as it always was, nowadays. A low cut, deep purple dress, strapless, brushing the floor. Daray thought she looked rather pretty, tucking that stray strand of moonlight behind her ear. "Well, as long as we're here, we might as well do a little recon work." she said, for the first time sounding responsible. "Reporting for Adair, when we hear from her again." It occured to Daray for that first time, that Sophie, for all her flighty demeanor and charm, was loyal to their cause. And to Adair. It must not have been easy for her either, losing her home. "That, and mess with Klavier, of course." Sophie finished, making Daray question his thoughts a little. She winked at him, and sauntered into the crowd, heads following with every step. His included. Erisse was drawing more than a few eyes, though it probably had something to do with the fact that for the last few minutes she'd been dancing with Thierry, intentionally stepping on his feet with a lot more force than an accident usually included. "Would you please get away?" she hissed at him, jabbing an elbow in his stomach. "I'm trying to get to Severon." her glare would have intimidated a lesser man. Thierry sighed. "I'm afraid that's not possible, lady Erisse." running a bold red gaze to where the dress ended above her knees and met with tanned flesh. And then he felt a hard stare at the back of his neck and met her eyes again. "For now, why don't you enjoy a dance with me, and stop stepping on my feet?" Erisse scowled, waiting for something. She suspected it had something to do with silver haired, red eyed half demons. of china cup sighsthe ring which encircles my lover's finger, received with pleasure slipped over her knuckle there, and then to linger. - She, he'll never, ever understand. But all the while it didn't matter, because a cluster of freckles on her hip provids key distraction and there's nothing quite like the satisfaction of hearing his name on a moan. - "Why can't you leave? Why can't you just fucking go." "Because-" I wanna feel- "I-" from the inside "love-" I wanna "Don't say it-" "I love you." esther and abel02. Orange She can barely remember a time when grief doesn't shadow his face. So it's with great relief that when the sun splits open and dying rays of sun spills upon his angel face, she realizes this shadow is entirely different. 03. Yellow Monsters protect their princesses. And it's not until after she slips in between him and that sword, not until after it rips her apart, her guts spilling shiny and wet, and copper, not until after he breaks the glasses in the palm of his hand, not until after he kills the bastard who did this to her. Not until after cradling her in a morbid pool of her own blood, trying to piece her back together, does he realize that the dead shade of her warm amber eyes is the exact shade of her favorite shirt. over again01. Red In retrospect, he couldn't think of a single thing he'd given her that was worth having. He hadn't given her, her strength, nor her will, nor those callouses on her hand. But he knew he'd attributed to the true jade of jades in those sea foam eyes of hers. All in all nothing worth having. But now, with the pouring rain all around them like a sheet on old furniture, shielding them from everything else. And true to that, as her face leans over his, there's not another sound, the deaf roar of a thousand and one droplets blending together like the sound of white noise. But he still hears a choked sob. A hand reaches out to brush against her cheek, but she ignores the mark that's left there, though it's stark and ugly, but still accentuates something in her face. Maybe the terror. She's saying something, her lips move cherry red. "Esther, I have something to give you." kind ofi kind of knew, i kind of knew if i you were to me, what i was to you i'd hurt you well, with words so sweet don't kid me love, i've got you beat. - if she's the paper, you're my pen. what i'd seen in you, i'd see on her. on her, not me. not me, not me. - and if you were my purple prose - but you're a lot less purple and a lot more - - it's hard to breathe with these skinned knees - if i could find out how to make you listen now because i'm starving for you here with my undying love. - you mean so much more than you could possibly know. - best? - sparkling wine, like bottled sunlight slips and slides, and i wonder how it would- - who what where why how? - he knew she'd break. one way or another, he knew it was coming, as impending and absolute as sunset and dusk. she'll fall apart, and tear and crack, like ice through stone. And him, he could only hope to scrabble for whatever broken shards of her he can, when she does fall into pieces. - break, the fey whispers, and the wind billows, whisking her hopes away like a well wished on dandy lion. - "It's nice." he comments offhandedly at the band of gold that appears on her finger one day. - she's real. kind of like how air is real. you're real. kind of how you can feel grass under your fingers or snow on your lips or rain on your face or or. - definition. defining colored moments memories blurred glasses blue definition. - cycle - and you'll hear the clock ticking slow good bye. dun dun. good bye. 31 May going, going, gone.·´¯`·.·• ( b l u e b i r d ) ↗ She wasn't something of glass, she wasn't something of sugar. She didn't compare to the sharpest, most brilliant ray of sunlight. Her cheeks weren't like the rosy color of sweet ripe apples, the hollow of her throat not ivory, just flesh on blood. All of her was just that, flesh on blood, tangible and real. Not like trying to cup moonlight in his palms. And her hair, was just her hair. Not rare glimpses of sun streaming through long, willowy branches of a tree. Just hair, though hair of silk and ebony all the same. "Do you love me?" she asks dreamily, and it's like the starshine traps her in a glass menagerie just then. A beautiful cage, but a cage it is still. "I love you enough." "Enough to die for me?" she's coy. It's a trick, so like her to bait him even now. His voice is coarse, rough. He knows the answer right when the words barely leave her lips, but he waits anyway, gauging her reaction. "Enough to live for you." Aoi if i fall into p i e c e s will you fall into me? "So, do you wear arm warmers? Those mesh glove things?" "Sometimes. Why?" "I'm going to send one to you. I bought a lot." "What color is it?" "That's a surprise. But I want you to wear it when we meet." "How am I supposed to know when we meet? I could see you tomorrow, the day after. Five years from now, five minutes from now." "Hm. Then the best course of action is to promise me you'll wear it forever." "That's awfully corny." "Shut up. You've never minded before." Carrigan known as lark known as sourire known as fyoren known as jasmine known as stranger known as friend. "Why do you always have that umbrella?" "Hm?" "Wherever you go. It's always that red umbrella." "Well, you never know when it just might rain." I look at her carefully. Her jovial smile is a pretty thing. My returning smile is nearly as fake. - "Do you have any idea what time it is?" "Well, I don't own a watch. So I couldn't possibly know." She ignores my pointed look at the time telling device on her wrist. "Anyway, wanna go to a bar?" "I reiterate-" "Oh come on and get dressed." - "Please don't tell me you're a maudlin drunk." She looks at me like I'm some sort of drunk fool. Which I probably am. I had something to say, something witty, funny, but dishonest. A lie. And the alcohol makes my tongue slick with truth and I want something, anything sturdy. Worth holding onto. But instead I choose silence. I don't answer. - "Do you have anything to drink?" She gives me that look of hers. "If by 'drink', you mean water." I smile at her. "If only by water, you mean wine." - She tucks me in. "Only for you." I whisper, but she looks at me confused. She doesn't understand. So I shake my head and try to sleep. 06 April but man i can't tellI give up, I so give up, because of all your coercion and meddling, and your silly, stupid moods that are more of a result of your damned PMS, and not anything deeper than that, I'm giving up. I'm not bothering with anyone anymore. you all suck and cause me stress anyway. because i try my best with you guys and you sit there in your thrones of cynics and sarcasm and you don't bother. and so, sue me if I'm whining, if I'm being selfish you don't deserve any other consideration because all you've ever been is selfish. you're all so damned depressed that, I'm sorry, it gets hard to keep trying every time you find a reason to make yourselves miserable. fuck you all. don't talk to me, don't bother because you never do anyway. 29 March okay?You know Blueck, i was thinking about what you said
the things you told me. The one where all wants are selfish, in varying degrees. And how my want was for you to tell me what was wrong, to unload some of your burdens couldn't possibly be selfish. It couldn't. But now, i find that it's a hundred percent selfish. all of it was for me, because i thought maybe if you told me, if I said something right you might stay. i get it. i get it. in one of your reprieves, talk to me, okay? 28 March reduxClawed hands grappled with piles upon piles of paperwork, a barely audible sigh passed through the lips of a deceptively calm looking demon. For a brief moment, Adair closed her crimson eyes and tilted her head back. It was unfortunate that as much as there were rewards to commanding secret rebel organizations, there were draw backs, such as documents of varying tedium. She didn't trust anyone else to handle the financial matters of the Hunters anyway, if you wanted something done, you'd have to do it yourself. Flicking a crimson gaze to the large window outside, she moved from her desk, the lush purple chair heaving backwards to allow her out, and she sashayed to look outside. A stream of sunlight set her skin aflame, casting copper hues upon her hair, making her look gilded, empathetic almost. She smirked at the thought, and cleared her eyes of the sunlight. Peering down into the court yard with a small hint of curiosity, she caught sight of her troublesome second in command, an uncharacteristic stern expression splayed on his face. He wielded a sword, occasionally using its flat edge to thwack the back of some upstart student's legs when they relaxed their stance. He retreated to the edge of the court yard and rattled off commands. Adair huffed with soft amusement at his authority, he was usually so silly. Although, as if feeling her gaze, his dark gaze flicked intuitively up to hers, and a roguish beam fluttered on his lips like a bird, and he bowed elaborately. The smaller demon's eyes was glossed over with a chilly sheen as she shot him a dirty look and retreated to her desk. The changes to the organization were incredible, Adair mused. there had been many more additions to the headquarters itself, and though the air of amicability had still remained, there was a quick sense of urgency rippling through the air. Things were changing, alliances were shifting and the humans were getting closer, ever persistent, inching towards the secrets of the Realm. More shockingly, the Princess Queen was in her death bed, her connection to the Gate diminishing, unreliable. It'd been harder and harder to transport things back and forth from the different worlds. But something had bothered Adair about the gates, namely the one connected to Erisse. Despite her wavering mental health, her door had been getting bigger, stronger. Its resonating hum pulsing against Adair's chest every time she came around to inspect it. What bothered her was that it shouldn't have been happening, not with the fragile elf who spoke to an imaginary Severon during the day, and who cried for Jabari at night. Not with the small elf who's eyes were hollowed out and ringed with darkness. Again, a shadow of a warning warned her of the elf, which was why Adair had kept her locked in the psychiatric ward, running tests on her often. Erisse had rebuffed the needles, but under restraints she'd given in. Adair had not informed Jabari of the elf's treatment, of course. That would be a fool hardy thing, which was just as well, because the new recruit never visited the twinkler anyway. A creak of the door alerted Adair to Daray's presence, he was always obnoxious in his entries anyway. Glaringly, she turned around in her chair and leveled him with a gaze that would have struck a lesser man dead. Instead, he winked and helped himself to her grapes. "Such a sour disposition," he teased and sidled up to her, to sit on one of her armrests. Usually, she would have bristled at the sudden close in gap of her personal space, but as it was Daray, whose vocabulary did not consist of 'personal space', she merely scowled, plucking the bushel of grapes from his hand, and popping the dark red morsels into her mouth. "Greedy too," he remarked, and seemed to smile in earnest. "Seriously Adair, you've got to learn how to mix business with pleasure." Daray watched his leader closely, his coal dark eyes shaded by blonde hair, as he absently toyed with little tassels on the arm rest. She was always, as ever unemotional, apathetic. Or at least of the emotions he wanted her to have, ones that didn't cripple her soul, but make her happy. But she used contempt and indifference as well as any sword, even now. She slid out of the seat, movements like fluid grace and stood, staring down at him, although she really was so small. Him sitting down, he was nearly as tall as she was.... "Speaking of business, how are the new recruits?" Adair scanned his mind quickly, a little put off when he determinedly fended off her mind reading with the recitation of the Hunter guide lines. It seemed it was set on having a conversation with her and not a snappy debriefing. She gave him a resentful stare at this, and he grinned back. "I was actually speaking of pleasure, but the new recruits are coming along fabulously. They have potential, but they're all still terribly naive." his tone took on an impercetible edge near the last part. "But of course, there's one new recruit you keep your eye on the most." he arched a brow at her. "Jabari's doing excellent. Advancing fast towards promotion. Has it only been six months?" "I suppose. But he'll need another partner soon, for this upcoming mission. He's been dispensing his partners like tissues, troublesome brat," she nearly snarled, and curled her fingers toward Daray, beckoning him over. She handed him a bunch of folders, documents and profiles of members of the organization with pictures clipped on. "His potential partners are there. I'm half tempted to give him one completely inconducive to his personality, just so he'll learn his lesson." she said, and was rewarded with a look of amusement before Daray returned his attention to the files. "Well, if that's true there's a guy here whose had his hair stuck to six of his past partners' crotches. I don't' even know how that happened. Why did we recruit this guy?" he looked up and was delighted to see a ghost of a smile flitting across her lips. "Well you should know, you're the one who recruits everyone." she took the files and skimmed over them, not having to read his mind to know he was nearly going to call her out on their lovely little rapport. But having read his mind anyway, she stiffened in warning. But then, her interest was caught on one person, and Daray who caught her intrigue, leaned over her shoulder to see. They both quickly scanned it, before grins of varying deviousness lit up their faces. Daray's smile was full blown, almost manic. Adair's was small, but it was there. "Hahaha," chortled Daray. "This one's gonna be the death of him." -- Their good mood died quickly (I can fucking relate, you blue piece of crap.) when they made their daily rounds to the psychiatric ward. It was rarely ever in use, but for the few whose mission's crippled them. However, no matter how many times Daray prepared himself for the sight, whenever he peered through the window into the room containing that sparkling, happy little twinkler, he cringed. She was strapped to the bed in restraints - she wasn't always, it was her treatment hour - needles piercing in skin in places, people in masks hovering above her writing things down. Her body was encased in white hospital robes, lips chapped, skin pale, translucent almost. But worst were her eyes, vivid and turquoise, turned dead, lifeless. "She might fare better if she wasn't tied up all the time." he remarked quietly. Adair shook her head. "We've tried that. She's either attempted escape or suicide." Adair opened the door into the ward, and the doctors tipped their heads in respect. Something bright caught Daray's eye in the otherwise pale, lifeless room. Scattered across the room were paintings in bright, bold colors, beautiful and effervescent. He lifted incredulous eyes to Adair, who answered the questions popping in his mind like mushrooms. "They're drawn by her, yes." Daray placed them gravely down on the table and neared the bed, stroking fire red tresses back from her face. "I don't want to be here anymore." he said grimly. -- "Daray, go and get Klavier and Lind, we're bringing them in for a conference. I'll retrieve Jabari." Daray nodded his quick acquiesce and left. Adair drifted over to the training grounds, where predictably, Jabari was training. "Your moves are sloppy," her voice rang and she continued "At this point, you won't reach promotion at all." She stood in front of him now. "Stop what you're doing. We're heading in for a meeting." we'll get it right this time. questions"Why are you here?" "To lick the blood off of your wrists." OHGODMYKNEEjust where are you when i need you i don't want to be here, just right now. and i'm hearing this sound in the back of my mind and it's freaking me out, and you're still not here. you're always offline. annd- this can't be home anymore. - the thin paper trails they stretch over the blue leaving scars on the sky from my search for destiny. - the sky's falling down. really? that's just as well it was going to fail anyway. - haha. remember? red ribbons for remembering green for forgetting. bluei just want to hold her hand but i'm positive she doesn't understand For a long time I was in love Not only in love, I was obsessed With a friendship that no one else could touch It didn't work out, I'm covered in shells. 27 March conversation Aoi says: oh. well, do you have anything else to ask me before i leave? { & so the monster came *) says: you're leaving? :/ Aoi says: yes, for i don't know how long. talk to Lark. { & so the monster came *) says: what if i wanted to ask you about everything in the world would you stay to answer? Aoi says: i would stay for all your questions. sincerely
i think this proves it. the deadA month ago, one of my favorite authors died A month ago, an entire community on Live Journal shared there condolences. A month ago, the people who knew her, and the people she impacted cried tears for a stranger. and it was fitting. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fw2UkgFw2TQ For Serenanna. 26 March dogThe dog didn't know why it was tied up anymore Nor did it know why the back of its owner was getting smaller, and smaller, and further away from him. But it knew that it had to please its owner, it wasn't sure why, but it felt right somehow to do it. So it laid its head on its paws and sighed. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting. to be needed. 24 March skin and bonesa handful of rumors. A sheet of acid rain. the silent collapse of a century and a half. and so the monster came. |
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