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 Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 8:48 pm
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[Makai]
She didn't think about him when she left Poena Privus to carry out her mission. She had made it a point not to think of him as much as she could...it only left a hollowed out feeling in her chest, as if he actually had eaten her heart. Such feelings could not be permitted, not for her. Not anymore.
She hadn't thought about him as she was face to face with a group of thirteen witch eaters, mostly majin who had maybe eaten 1-2 hearts, some who devoured more. A small uprising, one that must be extinguished. It would have been easy for Ruria to dispatch them individually, but as a group, they posed somewhat of a challenge, a chance of peril and death -- just how she liked it the best.
She felt the warm, sticky, coppery scarlet soak her fingers, splash her cheeks. The wind howled around the blade of guillotine as heads and limbs sailed through the air, parted from their bodies. Felt the sting of claws, the burn of magic, the piercing of blades into her own flesh as others threw themselves upon her...felt the swell of darkness inside her, beating like a second heartbeat. And then, there was nothing.
Nobody else came at her, all was still, save for the cawing of a crow somewhere near. The scent of blood was suffocating. Ruria took several steps away from the carnage, only then realizing how wounded she had really become, even though she was the victor. Blood gushed from her side, her thigh, trickled out of her mouth. One of her ribs felt crushed. They'd really done quite a number on her, afterall, but she won...
And it was then that she finally thought about him, as she let herself slide down to rest against the gnarled roots of a tree. Kian.
"Why do you..enter my thoughts..now..?" she thought bitterly. The heavy, hollow feeling filled her chest and she winced. He'd tried to write to her, for some reason. She responded a few times, before just...stopping. It was useless. She had gotten attached to the wrong kind of man, and it had broken part of her spirit. Made her weak...and weakness was unforgivable. Yet, there were times even still, no matter how random, that she wanted to see his face again, even if only to call him an itchy eyeball one more time.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 9:09 pm
Kian had heard the sounds of clashing metal, the distinct smooth zzz of flesh being sliced... He had heard it all before he finally began to smell it. Blood. Despite his interest with death, he'd never been much of one for blood. Gore and grisly deaths weren't his style. He liked a crisp kill, one that no one could truly notice unless they got up close and personal. Curious as Kian always was, he followed his sensitive nose over to the massacre that laid out before him. He moved within his shadows, giving all that may be alive still the allusion that he was just a dark shade against the trees that lined Riftwood.
He tilted his head, examining the flesh thrown about. Such a mess... Who had done such a beautiful act of true, anguished passion? No one could simply just do this. They had to have true darkness within them. Before his smile could completely formulate on his soft lips, he saw her. His floating eye stirred in anxiety as it flew back to him. His focus snapped, unable to keep his shadows hiding him anymore, he came into view, his eye, still cradled within his skull was round in an expression that was either horror or surprise.
He'd tried so hard to reach out to her. Yet with every letter, she'd only write less and less, till...
Nothing.
His heart beat erratically inside his rib cage, slamming itself over and over against his flesh. It had been so long since he last saw her. His own, morbid curiosity, his own weakness for thighs as lush as hers, and eyes as tormented as that gaze...
He had been with Athir for a long time now, surprisingly. The boy needed someone to protect him, and Kian wasn't going to abandon him anymore. Kian had gotten too close to the frightened witch. Putting gusto in that blonde had become a priority Kian had never thought he'd ever do.
The destruction, and Ruria's broken body had pulled him from his thoughts. He moved over to her, hovering like an uncertain ghost as he pressed his lips together. What could he say? What would he say? How do you say something to someone...so similar to yourself, yet circumstances had torn you away from each other. He could have loved her once. It wasn't a thought he mulled over easily.
"Ruria... Only you could paint me such a pretty picture." The words were distant, restrained as he tried to keep himself collected, yet inside he was a hurricane, twisting and exploding with turmoil and confusion. She'd stopped writing... What had happened? What went through her mind? Why'd she stop writing?!
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 9:28 pm
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Damn. Now she was seeing things.
Her eyes squeezed shut, sweat stinging inside her lids, but when she opened them again, he was still there. The sudden realization made her startle, and she sat up, wincing as her rib smarted. He was there-- but what the hell was he doing there? How did he know..how did he get there... And then, it dawned on her. He had seen her most embarrassing parts, and indulged in them -- but he had never seen her as this...as a monster. It was more humiliating, more shameful, than letting him see her tender flesh, and oh, how her heart had stilled, and her blood chilled. Such a bittersweet moment; her eyes did not know whether to glare or to glisten with tears. Part of her wanted to press into him, wanted to be held again at last, but....
She scowled, tearing her gaze away from his. "So now you see the truth," she murmured. "This is what I was supposed to do to you."
If she had the strength, she'd have left him, ran away, but she could barely sit up, let alone move. "Still think it's beautiful?" She dared to glance back at him, almost believing his image would be gone,t hat he was really just a hallucination.
Why did you have to let me see your face again? She thought. Why do you want to torment me like this?
"Knowing that...still want to let a monster like this live?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 10:10 pm
Kian crouched in front of her, hovering a hand out just above her lips, tempted to touch her face, and feel the blood cooling against her lips. Instead, he dropped his hand, his gaze freezing as he glanced back to her eyes. "Perhaps I find you more beautiful this way. I've never been one for pure hearts. So bland in flavor," he said shrugging.
Truth be told, he did find all this death to be quite amusing, but to know it was she who had caused it. It stirred something quite dark within him. Though... they were supposed to be on opposing sides. What would happen if she unleashed this rage at him? Kian was the first to admit he wasn't very strong. He would avoid a fight over actually engaging in one. Yes, truth be told, he'd perish at her hands if she ever decided to lift a finger at him.
So he simply decided on never allowing their lives to reach that.
"Besides darling," the term for affection was dipped in sarcasm. "I'm a witch eater. You think a little insanity is going to chase me away?" He jutted out his bottom lip a bit, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat across from her, now indian styled.
"You didn't respond. I wrote you more letters. And now that I've got you here, you're going to explain to me why you didn't answer them."
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 10:27 pm
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His fingers, so close to her lips and face... Her heart ached just for something so simple as a touch. No. No! Such things were whimsy at best... temptation only. Not...real. Times like these, she had thought perhaps it would have been better that she had simply gone through with the deed, and parted his pretty head from his body. Everything about him tore her up inside, summoning a rushing whorl of pain and joy, love and hate.
"... I...Forgot." she lied. She glared at him for looking so casual across from her, while warm scarlet trickled out of her against her fingers. He didn't buy it, and she knew it. "I thought it'd help..." she mumbled, nearly incoherently. She couldn't look at him, and kept her gaze leveled on her own feet. "Everytime one of your letters came, I felt...happy, and when I was finished reading it...sad. Sometimes I would even cry. It was like I was a starving wolf and you were taunting me with the most delicious piece of roast beef. It made me...feel weak."
She finally raised her gaze to him, her brows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and frustration, and anger. "I'm not allowed to want the kind of things you made me want, it made me weak!" she cried, trying her hardest to look intimidating in her state, her eyes shining more than usual. "I can't exist if I'm weak...so I tried to run away from you...but you finally caught me."
At times, times like these, she lamented everything. It really was like taunting a starving creature with food. There were not many who accepted her for what she really was, so she kept it hidden. There were not many who found the scars from battle on her body beautiful, or found her macabre ways adorable rather than deplorable, and one who did...she was never allowed to have, even after the luxury of once being held in his arms and kissed with warmth.
"It's cruel." she said softly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 11:06 pm
Kian watched as Ruria's gaze came to his, faltered and came to his again as she lied and weasled her way around telling him the truth. He merely raised a brow, and then the truth came flooding.
Dangling himself in front of her? He'd never really thought... Well, no. Yes he did. They had shared one of the most intimate of moments together. Granted many could simply shrug off the action, but not her, and not him. Despite their outlooks and positions, they were both deeply emotional people. Her fear of being weak was just testimony to that. A night of passion wasn't just physical for her, nor him. It opened a door... one that should not have ever been opened.
"It's cruel that I wish to be your friend? I understand that our past has made for difficult circumstances but I implore you to see things differently. I can be an ally to you, Ruria. I accept this side of you, all of you!" He motioned to the ripped up bodies that dotted the area, almost like gems in the moon's light. "And don't look at me as a crutch that creates your weakness, but rather something that can make you stronger. If it's best, feed off your anger for me. I know you've got it. You're angry at what I've done with you, so utilize it. You can't just keep running from me. I'll just keep finding you." He sat back, an impish sparkle in his gaze. "You're either going to have to kill me, or accept me. I won't take you running from me again."
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 11:28 am
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For a long moment, the Blackheart regarded the witch eater in front of her, silently, her face void of any emotion, and with a blur of movement she was over him, Guillotine pressing into his throat, her eyes wild with fury.
"Is this a game to you, Kian?" her wounds were screaming in agony, fresh streams of scarlet snaking down her stomach and thighs. "You already have your little pretty boy, why are you bothering with the likes of me!? Do you like tempting death, is that it!? Why does any of what I am matter to you!?"
The truth was, it wasn't him she was angry at at all, but herself. She knew she was the stronger one, and yet she had let it happen. And though she had tried her damnest to let him go, she couldn't.
Guillotine loosened frmo her hand, rolling away to the side and falling down with a clink of metal. Perhaps lunging at him with how weak she really was and the amount of blood she has lost was not the best of ideas... Ruria cringed, trying to keep herself held up, but went face-first against his chest, her fists clenching in frustration as hot tears stung her eyes and moistened her cheeks.
"You're unfair," she whimpered. For once, her voice was soft and shaky. "This is unfair."
It really was her fault, more than his. She was the one who had ended up liking him so much, afterall, despite everything.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 1:44 pm
Kian watched as her weapon threatened its cold steel against his throat. His hovering eye darted in front of her face, drinking up all the fury she had mustered. It pained Kian to a point, to see her like this. She felt unworthy, unclean, and most likely lost.
He had driven her to this. He offered his throat, yet she dropped the weapon, stumbling back as the blood, anew came from her wounds. He reflected on her words as she crashed into him, her body pressing against his. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her in a brotherly manner, for that was all he could give at this point. "It's not a game. And you know how much I adore games."
He stroked her hair softly, twirling the strands into his fingers before releasing and repeating. "You matter...because you just do."
He didn't rest his head against hers, despite how much he wanted, nor did he allow his hands to falter from being wrapped around the middle of her back. Platonic love was all he had to offer her, yet he was sure under different circumstances, they could have been so much more. Despite their feelings of confusion, angst and her resentment, Kian wanted to mend things. He wanted her in his life any way she'd allow. Just...convincing her seemed like it would be a milestone.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 3:27 pm
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Damn her body, damn it for giving out on her in such a dire moment of need. Nostalgia consumed her as his scent drowned out the coppery bloodlust that still tainted the air -- warm and inviting, just like the arms that encircled her, yet she could feel their resistance, their hesitation. At that moment, she didn't know what was worse -- isolation, or feeling the wonderful things she wasn't allowed to have.
She was silent in his arms, still save for slight trembling. Frustration. Anger. Sadness. Still, some happiness remained, even if only some.
"I'm not the person you remember," she murmured against him. Her fingers twitched, slightly at first, then enough to grip a handful of his garments. "I've done many horrible, dark things..most of them to your own kind, and I've done these things without a second thought, without remorse of sadness. I'm only a weapon. Weapons can only destroy the things they touch, including the people who wield them. If you stay close to me, you're also bound to be destroyed. Is that really what you want?" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and she was more than grateful he was unable to see her face. He always had a habit of catching her offguard, in her weaker moments....b*****d.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 7:29 am
Sorry I wasn't around for a few days! I was checked into the hospital for a bit. I'm doing better now. Bronchitis bullshit related. Ugh. Had a terrible reaction to some medicine. I can tell ya more on aim when I'm on<3
Kian felt the fabric against his chest pull as her fingers intertwined with it, balling his shirt up into her fist. He blankly stared out into the darkness, smelling the faint copper that soaked the ground. He listened to her, carefully registering her words and thinking on how to formulate his next sentence.
It was like a dance in which the two were partaking in. She would pull, and he had to follow. If not, they would break or stutter, and their dance would be over. What was once some kind of alliance, a friendship, would be squandered out like a small flame residing in a candle.
"I've no united pride with my kind. Most of us are out for number one as it is." Still, he did have other witch eater friends. His favorite, a blind girl that used her dolls to see, for example.
He sighed, gently propping her chin against his thumb as he forced her to look up at him. "You won't kill me. You'll make empty threats and may try one day to prove a point. But I doubt you'd ever succeed. So give up this charade and let's just move on from this. Please."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 4:32 pm
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Though her gaze was forced into his, her face was void of all expression, save for guilty tears which stung her eyes and made their ways down her cheeks, seeming to possess minds of their own. It was hard to look him in the face, a face she once felt such delight to see - still did, to an extent, but now also felt a strange and twisting pain her chest. The feeling of weakness.
She opened her mouth to speak, and though her lips slowly tried to form words, no sounds came out, until she growled like a beast, tearing violently away from him. "There is nothing empty in my threats." she said coldly, scowling down at him. Her chest heaved with each breath she took; it took quite an effort to stand in her condition. "I like you," she continued. "I like you extremely much, I like you so much that sometimes there is a great swelling of pain here in my chest and I feel shaken down to my very bones. There is a want I am unable to attain. There was always that want."
For a moment she seemed to waver, remembering Rajih, remembering her night with Kian. She grimaced. "If you ever made an attempt on my life, or to stand in my way, I would kill you without hesitation." She had been pushing everyone away lately -- Even Sibelius, her teacher. She wanted her heart void of wishes, to stop despairing over the things she could never have, and fill it only with an insatiable lust for strength and power in her own ability, but no matter how hard she tried, she somehow always found herself back here, staring one she loved in the face, reminded of what she could never be, never have.
It was infuriating. "You say you care, but all you're doing is torturing me. Think about it like this...say I were to be assigned to kill your precious one, what then? I would do it without any hesitation. Say your precious one tried to kill me, and I retaliated? Killed him with a swift beheading. You would hate me forever. Doesn't it now make your blood boil and your insides curdle with hate and rage at the thought of me taking off his head?"
Outwardly,she was furious, gloomy and morbid, but inside, she simply wanted to cry like she did as a little girl. Since she had come to control her magic, she had become that magic...something dark and destructive, something terrible. Why couldn't he see this?
"If you make me weak, I'll do just that. The only solace I will offer you is that it will be quick and painless, unlike what they suffered." she motioned toward the scattered remains of her victims. Hate me, Kian. I'll make you hate me, so you can't stir these terrible feelings in my chest anymore.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 6:27 am
Kian watched in curiosity as her body moved away from his, finding some kind of last resort strength once more. His floating eye followed the tear stains on her cheeks that offered her no protection to his understanding of what she was truly doing.
He stood there, taking in her words, and feeling...almost like leaving her would be some kind of service. Was it right to tease a dog with food? Was it right to remove the wings from a bug? No. It was cruel. Here he was doing just that. But it wasn't as simple. She was spiraling out of control, losing more and more of any ounce of compassion, love, humanity. Her soul was suffering, being squandered by the lies she fed herself to make it seem like what she was doing was right. Kian knew better. So he stepped forward.
Her threats against his lover were meaningless to him. She most likely was not making an empty threat, but he felt quite sure that it would never come to such a moment. But if it did? What then? Would he make that choice? He had once felt a rage he'd never experienced before when Athir was abused and taunted by men he didn't even know. He wanted to take their bodies, skin them alive only to force feed them their own intestines till they s**t them out. But he had remained calm, and simply had them walk into a lake a few nights later... He had still killed them. It may have been a whispered suggestion into their ears under the guise of friendship, but they walked out into that black water to their doom. What would Kian do if she truly went after Athir? It began to stir in his mind, giving him a chill as he stepped back.
"Athir would never harm anyone. He's a witch who works in a flower shop. You'd never be assigned to do away with him." Avoidance. He tried to avoid answering his own thoughts, and her words.
What would he do, if she threatened the ones whom Kian loved? While she herself was on that list, there were others as well. Aero, with her dolls, Aodhan...that stupid Cerberus knight whom Kian had come to call, "his first love..." Despite the anger he felt for the blonde knight's eventual abandonment, he had still helped Kian, risking his rank, and his life. Athir... He shook his head, breaking these thoughts as he realized he'd cracked. He showed a small piece of himself to her, and it frightened him. He didn't want her to win.
He just wanted her in his life again. However big a part or small. He knew she needed someone to hold onto, or she'd fall further and further into her doom.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 10:02 am
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"If your only reason is that he works in a flower shop, you are an idiot." she murmured. "There was a harmless old man in Lumena whose son was what we call a feeder -- a witch who does not take hearts, but finds victims to feed to a witch eater or spiritus. He kidnapped children for this, since they were easy prey, and I hunted him and relentlessly killed him, in front of his father, who plead for his life. His father was innocent, unknowing of the heinous crimes of his son, but even now, his innocent father convenes with evil to take revenge against my life. Should he enact this revenge, I would have to snuff out his life, as well. It's as easy as that."
Her face was beginning to contort with sadness, finally filling with some emotion as she looked down at Kian.
"You will hate me eventually. Perhaps it will be you who tries to eat my heart." She looked down, her emotions finally causing a cave-in within her mind. Her lip trembled, her eyes losing the light they shone with. At that moment, she looked nothing more than a little girl shaken by the world, and she curled her arms around her middle in an attempt to shield herself from it all. Why? Why am I unable to be loved? Why do they reach out for me if all they intend to do is leave me?
She leaned heavily into the tree she had used to prop herself up, looking away from him. "I loved you," she said. Her voice was quiet and shaky, and she refused to look at him. There had been so many more words she wanted to say -- harsh words, soft words. Threats, promises...but none of them could find her voice. Silently, she bent to pick up Guillotine, gave Kian one last look, and turned to begin trudging away, one hand raised to rub the tears from her eyes, and the only sound made from the metal of Guillotine sliding across the ground.
Love was a ridiculous weakness. When it was there, it ignited feelings of joy and completness, but once gone, it stripped away all strength she had, making her weak. So weak...her heart felt as if it had frozen and was beginning to crack and shatter.
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