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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:22 pm
"Or so it goes."
Fayre was startled out of reading, and re-reading the strange words on the plaque, by a voice. She pulled away and looked up at the strange, beautiful goddess. At least, she thought that was beauty. It was hard to tell; it was hard to remember. She reached her hand out, but instead of making it to the goddess it was filled with an item. A bag. A gift! Overjoyed at the prospect, Fayre opened the bag and looked inside to find her prize - it was beautiful, too. Wasn't it?
No, perhaps not. It was empty. That couldn't have been beautiful. She must not have deserved beauty. So she closed the bag, and prepared to hand it over, when the goddess explained the mix-up.
Fayre was all too willing to help the beautiful woman out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:32 pm
Three doors faced her. Fayre wanted to go through all three! She stepped forward, towards the pumpkin - and then stepped back. She did the same with each door, several times, as she decided and then changed her mind. Finally, she ran towards the third door, desperate for some sort of resolution. She slammed into it and fell into its awaiting depths.
It did not feel welcoming.
She kept running, though, despite it being pitch dark. She couldn't see where she was going but she knew she was making progress; until she tripped on a crate. She tried to slide around it, but there was no room. So she hopped up onto her toes, and found the arm, hanging out of the crate. She put her hand on the bicep, and a strange silence followed. It was only then that she realized a soft thud had been keeping time, quietly keeping her from feeling the heavy silence.
Until now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:47 pm
She reached in, and her hand felt hard, unforgiving planes. Something hard, but covered in softness. It was weird, but it was irrelevent. All that mattered was that she make the goddess proud of her. To see that face smile would have been worth all the trouble, if it were even possible. Did she know what smiling looked like?
She felt like she did.
Fayre took the scissors, and plunged them hard into the mass within the crate. They didn't get very far, and it took so much more effort than she expected to peel through the layers until something gave and snapped and there-
She felt the squelch in her hand and sighed happily, but it was shortlived. Her breath caught as she felt thick fingers wrap around her tiny arm, and squeeze-
And then it was done. And all she had left was a heart in her hand, and a fluttery anxiety. That was all.. for the few seconds she had left until her memory came.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 5:18 pm
"LADYBIRD? LADYBIRD!? ARE YEH CALLINGS FREYA A LADYBIRD, LITTLE BABY MAN?" She reached out and tried, very hard, to pull him down by the shoulders, so he was at her level. Of course, there wasn't much she could do if the boil just ignored her attempts to move him. He was, well, pretty immovable. But he allowed her to pull him down to her eye-level, if only to see the amusement on his face.
"I will shows yeh a ladybird when I eats yehr foods as well as mine, and leaves yeh starving and crying like the babies again." She started talking in a mocking, whiny voice. "Oh, little ladybird, please don't eats all my dinners, I am so sad and babylike!"
Her mocking face sobered up to give him a fierce glare, eyeing him down like a shark eyes its prey. She was breathing hard, and looked like she was ready to pounce the poor guy and try to wrestle him to the ground.
"Herryk thinks that ladybird is going to be twittering and tweeting around like a weak little fluttery thing that can't eat as much food as Herryk can." His eyes met hers, a smile full of pearly whites a stark contrast to the darkness of his skin. "Pale little ladybird will eat three bites before begging Herryk to eat the rest of her food." This was way too much fun. "Herryk is nice so he will put all of ladybirds food in his belly too."
Ohhhhhh, he was pushing it. This cocky boil was really starting to push ---'s buttons, and it was making her blood boil. "AIYA." She cried out, letting him go and walking away. Had she given up..?
NOT A CHANCE.
She twirled when she reached the end of the concession stand, stomped her feet, and dropped her arm on the edge of the stand.
"Let's go, little baby!" --- challenged the boil. "Yeh shows --- how much of a mans yeh are, right now!" Her elbow was resting on the stand, but her hand was lifted up, waving him over.
She wanted to arm wrestle Herryk.
What was even..
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 5:41 pm
When she could see again, she stepped back from the crate, trying not to drop the heart from shaking. She shuddered and backed away, turning to run.
But by now she could hear his voice.
She turned to face him, but there was nothing there. Nothing left for her to face except the feel of his own heart, still wet and pulsing with warmth, in her hands. She ran again - but he was always there, behind her. Just asking. Nicely.
Asking his ladybird for his heart back.
She was crying now, she realized with a startling clarity the moment she stopped again. It was wet; almost as wet as whatever was starting to pool at her feet. It was filling up, it reached her legs now. Harder and harder to run. Impossible. It was at her neck.
And so was he.
"Give Herryk back his heart."
The water washed away all the tears on her face when his big, strong hands pushed her down underneath it, holding her under. She flailed and struggled, fighting with every inch of her, but every second that passed found her losing herself. She was less and less there; the only thing that was real anymore were those glowing blue eyes. And the hunger that echoed within them.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 5:49 pm
The scissors were in her hand again. She didn't know when they'd gotten there, or how she was supposed to find the strength to use them, but she tried. Her eyes closed, because she couldn't bear to watch it. She couldn't bear the sight of betrayal in those eyes again.
She felt the blades sink into his body. His fingers loosened. They relaxed. They remained resting on her neck. They caressed. They let go.
And he was gone.
She opened her eyes, and there was darkness. Silence returned. But she was dry, and she was alone.
So she ran.
Even as she snuck out, placing the heart in her little bag and closing the drawstring, she looked back and saw a mere seconds glimpse of blue, glowing eyes staring at her in the distance. He was shaking his head. Holding the scissors. And she convinced herself that if given the chance, he would have cut out her heart, too.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:14 pm
((Task 2))
Returning to the statues made Fayre wonder if she should just stay in their warm and comforting presence, instead of wandering off to battle those little creatures that never really meant any harm, except she could feel the will of the goddesses inside of her - she knew they wanted her to fight. Destroy them. One by one, rip, tear, shred -
This particular goddess wanted it more than others.
Freya listened to her words, and took the dagger in her hands with a sigh. Now she was going to have to choose between eating someone, or being eaten? Because she knew, oh, she knew, it would be a someone, and not a something, she would have to use this dagger on.
It always was.
She slumped away under the gaze of the goddess, trying not to look so disappointed in being disappointing.
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:16 pm
Down the hallway she walked. Every single step felt worse, so she took them slower. She wanted to turn back almost immediately - she knew that there were better, happier things waiting for her out there. Out in the arena. Out with ---
But she kept walking. And when she stopped, it was only because she heard the sound behind her. Though anxiety told her to fear it, she turned at first with hope. Perhaps it was one of those who smiled. The ones who'd found just a little bit more of themselves than she had.
The one who smiled. Was it? No, there was no one there.
She walked, and the sound caught her attention again. This time, when she turned, she did not expect the smiles.
Instead, she saw exactly what she should have expected from the start.
Her feet slid as she threw herself into a run, heading for the other end of the hallway. She found the door, and found it locked. Her legs kicked and her arms bashed, but nothing gave - and when she searched, all she found was a piece of paper. It meant nothing to her. But the icy chill of knowing he was coming closer did.
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:17 pm
She scratched at the door until her fingernails turned bloody. Her feet kept kicking, but nothing budged. And even though he was so far away, she heard his voice whispering intimately in her ear.
"You had the chance to save me. You never came. You wanted this. You wanted him more."
The words meant nothing to her, but the implications and malevolence behind them sent chills down her spine.
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:18 pm
She couldn't see anymore. Where did everything go? What did.. why couldn't she..
She thought she heard someone begging for help, but she couldn't hear them for long.
----
"Herryk cannot give Freya what she needs, and perhaps Freya cannot give Herryk what he needs."
He kept silent, jaw clenched, arms crossed.
Herryk sounded so distant and strange, like a person she'd never met telling her to get out of his way. At the mention of her weight loss, she realized that Herryk didn't even know the small, but significant steps of progress she'd taken in her slow but steady incline towards recovery. How could he? He had been there for none of it, and she knew that was her fault. Everything was her fault, at this point.
Freya let out a sharp little sigh, and curled out of her seat. She padded over to stand in front of him, and look at the man in the chair. For a split second, she saw something in him that she'd seen every day in the mirror for the last few months, and it frightened her. But she couldn't fathom that he could be as broken as she was, so the thought was neatly pushed out of her mind, and she moved forward to climb up like a cat, curling her tiny body up in his lap. She sat there just as she'd sat in the chair she'd vacated, her pose exactly the same.
"I wants everythings back the way they were." She admitted in a small, scared voice. Her eyes pinched closed, and tears fell from them. She tried to forget everything, and just think about the way things used to be. She tried so very hard.
"Things change," Herryk rasped softly, his arms remaining crossed over his broad chest, "Herryk changed. Freya has changed."
He made no move to reach out, to touch her. Herryk remained tense, jaw clenched.
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:19 pm
"I knew this would happens." She muttered out through a cracked voice. "Somehow, I always knew." She unfurled herself, turned around, and looked right at him. Her face was lined with tears, and her lower lip jutted out painfully, highlighting the helpless frown her face sported.
He didn't even want to touch her.
"Yehr right, yeh knows." Her words came out in a quiet, but bitter laugh. "We've both changed. I thinks, we changed lots more than either of us even knows." Her eyes stared down at his collar bone for a moment, and her fingers reached up to brush the long stretch of skin. Then she pulled them away, and wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't knows who yeh are anymore, Herryk. And yeh don't knows who I am, either." She sniffed. "But I still loves yeh. I don't thinks that part of me can change. I don't thinks it'll ever change."
She loved him. It just wasn't enough to bring him back from wherever he'd buried himself.
She nodded, just once. What she was nodding about was unclear. But she moved to climb off his lap, and give him the freedom from her burden that he so desperately seemed to need.
She knew she was just standing in front of a closed doorway, in a hallway, in the middle of nowhere. But somehow, that one memory had consumed her, more than any fear she felt for the looming figure that edged closer.
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:21 pm
He was closer now. So much closer. She couldn't decide if she welcomed the end, or dreaded it. She turned to look at him, and a piece of paper written with red caught her eye. She picked it up.
A C E G.
It meant nothing to her, but nothing did anymore. She slid down on the door and lifted one hand, watching him come closer.
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:25 pm
A C E G. There it was again. Was someone trying to tell her something?
She said the letters out loud. They did not slow his progress.
She tried to move the letters around until they made sense, and she realized they spelled out cage. She laughed hysterically at the uselessness of this info.
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:26 pm
Too close. His shadow had reached her, and she scrambled away from it, as if the shadow alone could hurt her. Her entire body tried to push back on the door in one last attempt at opening it, but soon his shadow consumed her, as she knew he eventually would too.
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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:28 pm
A=0, B=1, C=2.
Alphabet. Letters numbers. Oh gods. Oh gods, she understood.
Her fingers slammed against the keypad, inputting the right number, and her entire body fell through the door. It slammed closed, almost catching her legs as it shut him out.
For now.
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