Ideih had never felt as at home as she did in this forest. It was so natural, beautiful, peaceful. She had a feeling she could walk through this forest forever and she would be content, but all good things had to come to an end. Ideih finally stopped, a trembling hand on her heart.
Why? Why did she have to do this? It didn't sit right with her.
This was wrong..
No. No. No. This is wrong. This is all wrong. Ideih thought to herself as her hand seemed to move on its own, reaching into her chest and clutching her heart in her hand. She choked, pulling her hand free with her heart in her hand.
This was wrong.
There were voices.
Figures.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, her breath leaving her in a shudder as she offered up her heart to the crown of Creation.
Someone called her name. She looked up.
Someone shook her.
Her eyes simply drooped closed until she lost consciousness completely.
Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:20 pm
"Am I on a movie set?" *** blinked. "Hello? Hellooooooo?" She called out, looking around for anyone who could answer her. What was this place? A blonde-haired boy soon stepped up. He was around the same height as her and didn't exactly look like he wanted to be there. He coughed and stepped forward from the spot he'd been loitering in.
"Uh, yeah. Hi. Uhm.. G'mornin'..... You're uhh..." He squinted at his clipboard again. "...Harry.. ***? That can't be right..."
"Hey! Uh..no, ***." She grinned. "Though the last name's right. ***, I've heard just about every Harry *** joke under the sun. Sooooo..where am I? This is like something you only see on the internet're somethin'." *** pushed off the door and righted herself, standing on her own.
"Yeaaah..." He held the clipboard at his side loosely now, eyeing the girl up and down. There was doubt in his eyes. "Okay, so. You're at Deus Ex Machina. Basically, you volunteered yourself at some point to fight against the shadows and stuff you saw that other people couldn't. Sound familiar?" There was a pause. "Got any immediate questions, or should I keep going?"
"Uh..." She blinked, rubbing her head and looking around. "Kiiiiiind of.." This all sounded like some crazy D&D game. Larping. Yeah. That. "What's your name?"
"...Otto." He replied bluntly with a flat, unimpressed look. He huffed lightly. "Movin' on then.."
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”I hope you’re ready for this.” She plucks the green ear cuff hanging off her ear and waits a moment before the weight of a familiar weapon falls into her grasp. She takes a practice swing, nearly hitting Sin in the process.
“Hey!” he protests. “You’re not going to actually hit me, are you? That’s abusive…”
She smirks while stepping toward the portal. “Nonsense. When I hit you I hit you with my fists. There’s a difference.” There’s no time for her to hear his response before she jumps through the portal and hits the first shadowling she sees.
Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:21 pm
This guy was pretty cool. He even had a bow just like her. It had been all well and good until he had jumped in front of her arrow. The girl lowered her bow and held her with one hand, her other hand pressing to her chest over her racing heart. She was shaking all over. "Wh-why would you do that?!"
"Just testing!" He laughed. "You never know what's going to happen or who you need to attack. Plus shooting at a dummy is nothing like shooting at a bloodthirsty monster." He made a 'monster' face which was basically him sticking out his tongue and waggling his hands like a creeper.
"Did you get the FEAR shield demonstration? Where the division lead stabs your friend in the neck to prove they will be okay?" Suddenly he reached into his pocket and pulled a knife from his pants, stabbed it through his hand, waggled it around, and pulled it back out again. "See?"
She cringed and backed away, completely horrified by what she’d just seen. "What is even what..did that seriously just happen.."
He asked her if she wanted to try it, she refused, and then stabbed himself in the gut. *** felt like she was going to be sick and quickly tried to change the subject away from what he had just done.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:22 pm
"Okay, ***. You're gonna tell me what's up, and you're gonna stop moping about it." A young man flopped down on her bed and knocked away all of her homework. *** gave her brother a tired look. Really? Was that necessary? He was already kicking off his work boots and making himself comfortable beside her. She frowned, he grinned. "I ain't stupid, ***. If you don't tell me I'm gonna assume the first thing that comes to mind."
"...You suck."
He simply laughed. "C'mon, I know you can do better than that."
*** pushed him off the bed. With her foot. It may have been an attempt at kicking him but the angle had been too awkward to really pull it off. "It's nothing. M'just tired."
"..Is it 'cause B's got a guy now? S'pretty petty of ya, girly."
"Go away."
"..Wait, really? *** I was just--"
"Please."
He frowned. "Sure...if that's what you want."
Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:22 pm
A warm day, the sky clear of even white clouds, the only sounds around them were of nearby wildlife. As far as she cared there didn’t seem to be another human for miles except for the one she was cuddled up beside. He wanted her attention and he had it, she was also very curious about what he had to say.
"I just wanted you to know that I like you." He cleared his throat. *** laughed and rolled her eyes. "I mean that I .. I really like you. More than friends." He cleared his throat again. Whoa. What? Really? ***'s eyes widened, her jaw dropped slightly. No one had ever confessed anything like that to her before. Well, not regarding her at least. Tuck..was really going to give her that? There was no hiding the huge smile on her face.
"Like..you'll be my boyfriend?" *** asked as she scoot closer. "And I'll be your girlfriend? Only me?" She scoot closer again, trying so hard to contain her excitement.
There was a huge smile on the man's face. "Yeah, I .. I will. And you'll be my girl, only you. Nobody else. An' I promise, I ain't gonna.. you know. You still settin' the pace."
Her heart raced with excitement. "I like you," *** reached for Tuck's hand. "At first it was just y'know you're my bro but...you're really sweet and kind and thoughtful, and you're really funny, and we like so many things.." It was easy to be around Tuck. He was awesome.
She smiled and squeezed his hand. "I really, really like you."
Tuck laughed and tugged her gently into his lap before he kissed the tip of her nose. "We gotta kiss to seal the deal, though. No kiss means no deal."
Of course she would kiss him. He would be crazy to think that was some kind of impossible request.
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They were on the roof of the life labs, and before her was a very homemade display. A rickety table with a pack of cards a thin book keeping it balanced, a bedsheet for a tablecloth, a too-strong cinnamon candle, potato crates for chairs...
The quality didn’t matter. All *** saw was love and tender care put into something he had put so much effort into this just for her. Only for her. It's what he loved to do, surprise her with things he spent so much time on. Just for her. To make her happy. She had the most amazing boyfriend ever, the sweetest and most thoughtful man ever to exist.
She looked up at him with pure love and adoration. "Ohmygodyoureallyarethebest!" *** squealed, throwing her arms around Tuck in a tight hug.
"You did all this? Ohmygooooosh.."
Tuck wrapped his arms around *** and buried his face in the crook of her neck. She loved when he did that. She loved any affection he gave her. She loved when he touched her. *** loved everything about him.
Tuck cleared his throat and smiled brightly, pulling back enough so that he could press a kiss to her lips. "I packed some food, too, ain't much but some fruit and some vending machine crap, but I was just. I just wanted to spend some time with you." He wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to be with her. He just wanted to be around her. These words made *** happier than Tuck would probably ever know.
He took her hand and led her to the potato crate, "Your seat, beautiful."
Beautiful. He called her beautiful.
Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:22 pm
Ahh.
Is this...the end of 'me'? To the Shadow named Eir, which is created from Rei the Informant's memories? Or was it ***?
The throbbing pain gradually lessened. Or was the part which aches has dissolved back into fog?
He was lying flat on his back; or whatever remained from it. On his vision was an oddly-colored sky, split into three colors; three times of day: Black without even traces of star, only s shade of red is staining the clouds: The skies of Destruction. Azure with silvery clouds littered, also with a bright, warm sun: Creation. Golden twilight as amber---Pride.
Yo.
"You're still around?"
While I'm your heart given consciousness, at the same time I was you. So even if my core---our core, the 'heart' has been given away, I'll be around-at least until you lost yourself, returning into the Fog of Memories once more without anything uniting it.
"Ahh. Now I understand."
...
"Say-" Eir tried to move his feet. No reaction. His legs. The same. His waist...hey, it was still there.
What?
"Did you...hate me for sacrificing my Heart?"
The voice laughed, hard. Are you kidding me!? I am born from you! I know everything about you---including things that even YOU didn't know! Hate you? Hah!
...
-you can't even imagine how many did I owe you.
"...? Did you get it backwards?"
The feeling from his waist was gone, along with his fingers.
The voice chuckled.
You are so dense. "-shut up, smart-a**."
Eir can feel that the rate of the dispersion is quickening-he can't feel below his neck anymore.
"...hey." ...mmh?
"I just want to say...thank you. For all your help." Likewise. Thank you for all your bravados, obtaining those Blessings. If it wasn't for those, I probably would not be created.
They both chuckled.
"So...I guess this is where we say our goodbyes?" Asked Eir. The decomposition has reached his cheek-it's outright illogical that he can still talk now. I guess so.
...
"Goodbye, myself. Pleased to make your acquintance." Goodbye, me. Pleased to serve you well.
With that last exchange of words, the only part left from his body exploded into thick, silvery fog.
And the shadow named Eir was no more.
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Her father's voice, low and scratchy, whispered in her ear, "Okay, you got your eye on it?" He was looking ahead at a deer. It was a buck a bit on the smaller side but he figured this would be a good start for his girl. *** nodded, her arm drawn back and an arrow held between her fingers. "Good. Now, take a deep breath to calm yourself, stay steady..." She breathed in deeply and slowly let the breath out between her lips, closing her eyes a moment.
The arrow sailed through the air without any further warning. It missed, hitting the tree just behind the buck instead of actually hitting the animal. It ran off, disappearing into the forest. "Aw, man.."
The man laughed and pat ***'s head, ruffling up her platinum blonde hair as he rose to his feet and walked over to get the arrow out of the tree. He tugged, it didn't budge. He tugged again, harder, and it nearly broke in half. His eyes widened and the man whistled. "Damn, girl. You're a natural at this! This thing's lodged in real good!" He looked over his shoulder at his daughter with a huge grin. "That's my girl."
Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:23 pm
It wasn't anything major, just a simple little thing *** had written in her spare time for drama class. The assignment had been to make a piece about an exaggerated day in the life of the main character. Take any ordinary situation and make it completely crazy in some way.
Easy. *** liked crazy.
She had taken inspiration from Alice in Wonderland. The main character had jumped into a swimming pool and come out the other side in a crazy land where everything was backwards and topsy-turvy. She had explored the world, met creatures, and in the end she...
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This had been their chance to reconcile from their last meeting, when *** and Beatrice had had their argument about where they would be going to school after they graduated. They had decided what they needed was to get back to their roots, to remind each other that no matter what they would always be best friends, that in the end it didn’t matter who came along or what happened, they would always be there for each other.
Beatrice hadn't shown up. All *** got from her was a text apology about how something had come up with her boyfriend so she wouldn't be able to make it.
Their last chance...and Beatrice had blown her off to spend time with the very person who had been the reason they had even started to drift apart in the first place.
*** was done. She was finished. Years of friendship and she was throwing it all away, she didn't even have the guts to do it in person.
She had been ditched. She was always forgotten, left behind.
*** cleared snow off the bench and sat down, staring up at the cloudy sky.
First her dad, now her best friend. None of them believed her, none of them paid her any attention anymore...what was the point.
An unfamiliar woman approached her and asked if the seat beside her was taken to which *** merely shrugged and gave a half-hearted answer. "This town is rather lovely. You're very lucky to have grown up here, ***."
*** lifted her head. What..?
Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:27 pm
She knows she’s angered her father. He’s sitting at the kitchen table when she walks through the front door. She can peek glances at his frown through the hallway, and her heart beats rapidly when she walks in. “Father.”
“***,” he begins, “What time do you think it is? You need to study.”
“I don’t need to study that much,” she says. “My grades are fi—“
“No they’re not.”
Her anger flares up. “What do you mean? I’m at the top of my class!”
“I don’t want you fooling around with some stupid boy, that’s why!”
She recoils. “He’s not just some stupid boy.” She slams her hands onto the table as she glares. “If anyone here is stupid, it’s you! I’m growing up, and I don’t need you breathing down my neck.” When she walks away she can hear the sound of glass breaking. She screams and knocks over a vase herself before running up the stairs and slamming the door to her room with alarming ferocity.
She was cold, and it ached, but she was not alone. He was there with her until the very end, until she disappeared into nothing but a sea of hot, raging red. He was there - just as he'd always been there.
Always. The one constant thing, even now, so it seemed.
There was no regret. She had none to give. It felt right. It felt too right. It was where she belonged, even if she hadn't realized it until that point.
The instant she offered up her Heart she glanced over at him, and for an instant she had to wonder if this was unfair to him - and suddenly it didn't matter, because everything was fading around her.
It was over. She'd made her decision, and he'd made the decision to follow her.
Ruin. Destruction.
Pain.
Home.
Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:32 pm
The final memory:
It was a random visit, nothing she thought out of the ordinary. Danny had come to play, scooping her up in a hug and cuddling her close. They talked and cuddled and talked some more until Danny gave her a mischevious glint in her eye.
A small climb to the roof, a view over looking the school and two ghouls sitting together, with each other talking again. *** feels special. This place, Danny's place...and she got to know about it. It made her heart skip a beat and wondered if this was what if felt to love someone so dearly. Danny was the dearest of her friends after all.
And as if Danny read her mind, she got shy. Shy and a little hesitant, and even cute. She holds out a pin for **** to take. It's her pin. her special pin made for giving to only people she cared about.
"For...me?" *** Whispers.
"Yeah!" Danny says back.
She touches the pin, holding it gently. hers. Danny was hers. And she was Danny's. It made her so happy. "Thank you! I love you Danny!"
As he gave up all that he was - at least in this world - he felt himself unravel, all that he was, tied to the core spooling away, freeing the fog, the grey that held him together. He wasn’t afraid, there was no room for fear, for the first time since his waking in that strange world, he had nothing but resolve that it would work out, that he could do anything he had to to survive and that his memories would persist.
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The Bunker [x] It was the first time, the first time he’d really let himself relax after the horseman mission. There were always people with their prying eyes making him feel like a bug under a magnifying glass, but that night it was like an unexpected exhale. It made a difference including Tracey in activities, the relaxation from the polishing had bled over into his own mind, contagious.
They’d been quiet, close and comfortable in the dark, respectful - well not respectful, neither of them ever did that - but wary of the fact they weren’t alone. But it had been important, it made the shirt important. He hadn’t been sure if it had been purely physical, if there was anything else there, anything deeper than just that resonant bond and it had been then he realised there was, that there was a future waiting there instead. There was no imbalance in their relationship, they were even.
"Caring too much is worse than not caring at all. You spread yourself too thinly. It hurts to watch someone you care about do that." But he wasn't condemning it, wasn't asking Jordan to change. "Not caring about people has its pitfalls too though you know. For one thing, they hate you instead of love you. Its just a different kind of stress, it crushes you all the same." As Jordan curled up, he wanted to try and coax him back, feeling as if he was being shut out as if the other man was turning his pain inward far too much. He wanted to reach out but found himself at a loss on how to do so after so many years of trying to cut off other people. And it hurt more than he thought it would.
He understood though the tenacity in Jordan's words, empathised with it. "That's what makes us suns I think. Its what makes us strong. Its that ******** /passion/. We have to want it so badly, so so ******** badly it hurts. Care so deeply that it burns you out, that you ******** /blaze/ when it comes to the fight. But you burn yourself out man. You give everything for the cause, for other people. You leave yourself nothing. At least.. that's how I feel. I know I'm a p***k and stuff. But if I could drive all the ******** nightmares out of this world, I would do it man. I would do it in a heartbeat. But I get so angry sometimes. At the world, at everyone, mostly at myself though for not being able to do it, despite all the effort I throw at it." He shivered, it wasn't cold, but it felt colder now he was no longer near the other man.
Reaching out he patted Jordan's back, still tentatively, as if he expected anger in return for his gesture. He'd been conditioned that way a long time. It was unmanly. "I should be thanking you man. More than anyone else. I can't talk to anyone else...like this." Honestly, openly. "It makes all the difference not to be alone."
She listened to him without comment and the knot of does he not get the real problem here -frustration began to slowly loosen. Except there was no relief from him admitting that his worth to Deus was pretty much nill at the moment, just a heavy, sinking sadness. It kind of ruined the taste of her scallops, all the sads successfully tainting the succulent goodness. Clarice put down her fork and looked him straight in the eye, "You're right on the loss part, right now your value in Deus it teetering on a the edge of a very final abyss. It doesn't have to stay that way, but that's how it is at the moment. Coming to Deus, getting a weapon and becoming a hunter...they can offer you a clean slate and a whole new world of opportunity. But not if you drag all the past along with you." She sighed and took a sip of her drink, "I haven't looked up your records, but just talking with you and seeing your actions...the island is not the world you grew up in. The people are not the people of the world you once lived in, and whatever got you by in your previous life? It's not enough, and in fact? It's just making things worse."
She finished her glass and poured a little from his bottle, because he ruined her scallops so he owed her, 'kay? "I'm not saying you have to change yourself over night and turn into some kind of saint, guy, but you don't have to go around kicking every goddamn beehive in sight, either. You don't strike me as suicidal, ***, in fact that's probably one of your strongest points as a hunter. You seem like a guy capable of surviving whatever s**t gets handed to you. Being a hunter brings with it a lot of choices that are morally questionable at best, a lot of danger, a lot of stress and...people break. I bet your pretty resilient in that regard. But..." she gave him a flat look and jabbed at her lamb dish, "...none of that means anything if you get yourself killed by your employer for being a dickhead."
Fright Night [x] He’d been a zombie tiger, a golem, in halloween on recon with Ace, they’d had no hope, he’d been slowly mending, injured badly and without the healing touch of a weapon. And out of nowhere, the world had fallen back into place.
*** felt it too. Just an instant, mid laugh where the world slid off kilter, but he wasn't afraid, it was like being picked up off the ground by an old friend, a perfect moment where everything was right. There was someone behind him, but he didn't get a chance to turn to face them as silken black power caressed his thoughts. For just an instant he felt feathers, a warm and affectionate embrace, motherly yet more than a mother had ever been to him.
It took his breath away.
And even as he looked incredulous to Harrison, the connection falling back into place as if it had always been, as if it always would be, he was sure, absolutely sure he saw the ghostly, not ground bound, not human but more, figure of B0nez as he’d never seen him. In an instant he was gone but the connection in his own mind persisted, instinct told him it was no different for the other man.
<***. I'm gone for five minutes. Look at the mess of you.> It was scolding but affectionate and it made his heart leap, zombie or not.
His eyes blurred and the laughter stuttered, strangled with sheer elation and joy. He hugged Harrison close in a proper embrace, not giving a damn about anything any more. "He's back, he's back, they are back, ******** sorry. It won't happen again. Don't leave me again.>>
They were whole again.
The Second Chance [x] "***, I'm not asking You to defend yourself. No matter what your reasons, your words and actions are your own. They are your responsibility, and no one else's. You can complain and rage, and point to a world that's out to get you, but that won't change a damn thing."
He paused a moment and wished Clarice hadn't put her cynical spin on the situation, "I wont deny that for a period of time there was progress, that you've done good things, and shown growth. But you aren't balancing a morality account book with me. You can save a busload of nuns today, you can save the entire world next week, but that won't justify hurting someone tomorrow."
Killzone's expression intensified, "So what I'm asking you is, do you plan on becoming a better person, or just saving your own a** to keep on walking the same path you have been for that much longer?"
Hearing it put like that made sense, he had been treating it as if he was trying to unbalance a scale. It was still a very difficult question for him. But there was only one real answer.
"Aye. I do. I wouldn't had said aye to the offer to come here if I didn't want to change what I was, and what I still am. That's not changed. Just cause I made a wee bit of progress and then ******** up, I'm not going to give up." he shrugged "But its up to you guys if I get the time to become better or if you get bored and I get a bullet first."
"Naw bro, you woke up today, didn't you? That's time enough to work toward tomorrow. And then you'll have time to work towards the day after that. Just start one day at a time."
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A Moment’s Repreive As the phoenix fell, the air became heavy until the point where it felt like it would crush them entirely. The soft whispers of insanity are suddenly a screaming of anger, vengeance, and a despair so vast it took their last bit of breath away. And then...
Silence.
Freedom.
The remnants of the Phoenix were gone, taking with it every that bit of fog on the island with it. Endless blue sky and sun beamed down on Deus Ex Machina. After a week, the fog would return, slightly more dangerous than a year ago, but nowhere near as terrible as the past month.
*** looked up, took a deep breath of finally clear air and sighed.
He'd known it was a sunny day up there.
Admission C. Al McAy @RunicFirefly 9 Jun I... *** @Noaginger 9 Jun @RunicFirefly You ******** what. C. Al McAy @RunicFirefly 9 Jun @Noaginger I don't even know what to say. So many questions but I dont really wanna know the answers. *** @Noaginger 9 Jun @RunicFirefly What sort of ******** questions? I felt like everything was rediculously ******** obvious. C. Al McAy @RunicFirefly 9 Jun @Noaginger okay sad *** @Noaginger 9 Jun @RunicFirefly No really. I'm ******** sick of it. I'm ******** gay ok. Sometimes I sleep with men, sometimes they ******** sleep with me
Satisfaction The sun was shining in the window, one of the rare occasions when it cleared enough to do so. He was sprawled on the bed. You could still smell the fresh wooden smell of the carved headboard sometimes when the breeze was just right. The room also smelled faintly of coffee, that wasn’t a bad smell either. When he closed his eyes he wasn’t afraid, simply comforted and relaxed. Nothing between him and the sheets and no one between him and the rare kind of peace he required to recharge and function. He’d come a long way, longer than he could ever have imagined. He was home.
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The Mistake "NO." he said.
"No you ******** don't! NO ORDERS. This is MY MISSION.", his rage was incandescent "This is my call! You don't get to ******** decide for me. ! I'm the leader."
There was a frantic moment where tears threatened at the frustration, pain and knotted fear, his voice cracking, "Can't you ******** give me this? You can't lead everything."
He had been handed a solution in the form of the test weapon, the orange runic glow still in his peripheral vision. In his petulant tantrum, it was a viable one.
He raised the trap gun blankly but quickly. It was experimental, he wasn't sure what it would do. But he needed to assert himself.
He couldn't think too long about it or he'd hesitate.
"I'm sorry." he said. He was sorry they didn't support him.
And he fired. Once, twice three times. Jerry, Rin, Jordan, it was all the power the thing had. Even as the nets launched he didn't wait to see what they did. He snapped into motion.
The charge ached to be released. He let it guide his hand.
The axe swung as if it weighed nothing at all, unexpected, too quick for the woman and the scarelings to react. The massive blade crackled with crimson energy. It was practically point blank, he couldn't- and didn't miss.
Humans, as it turned out, were much easier to break than furniture.
Obedience The opponent didn't matter, it had never mattered, in the moment he wasn't concerned about the fact that the guy he was attacking had friends, was part of his division, was a living breathing human being. Or had been before this fog had crept in. All he was thinking of was the weight of Tracey in his hands, of the heft of the axe, the bone rattling shunt of force when he struck.
The charge ran in his veins as much as it ran in Tracey's runes. The world felt slower like this - more acceptable. There was no spectrum of choice, merely do or do not. Obey or dissent.
He wasn't about to dissent when every choice so far had been entirely in line with his own.
Cael was helping too, the crackle of light was encouraging, a precursor he hoped to something helpful.
Harrison joining him got a toothy smirk. "Nice ******** timing"
He swung.
What happened next was the charge equivalent of the stars aligning. For whatever reason, be it Harrison backing him up, a lucky strike, anything, for just one perfect instant - everything lined up. Tracey and him felt like one single being - no line between human and weapon. Entirely one.
He didn't even feel the hit connect, in the moment, in the charge, his mind was somewhere else, somewhere <******** beautiful.
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"Its just words. Words on a screen." he shrugged, he always saw internet, phones, chat, as a completely other entity. Words were just that, words. Designed as a tool to get a rise out of other people. Attention felt good, it was a rush, it just had some really ******** nasty withdrawals, but what drug didn't?
"I.." it was really hard to find words to fit around why he did it. "It just comes naturally man. Like, I mean. I'm..like. It's just something that gets a rise out of people, its just another insult man. Another like, weapon to be used for a laugh. It's not meant to like friendly fire on people, it wasn't mean to hurt you. I didn't even think you'd read it, I didn't even.. I didn't even think at all I guess. Sometimes I just ..do s**t?"
He wrung his hands without even realising he was doing it, an old habit he hadn't revisited in a long time. "I was making fun of like.. a thing. Not us. We aren't... we are different."
The order had been given, and there was no question that it had to be carried out. The enemy had been clear but some still dared defy, some made the grave and terrible error of - in the moment of battle - turning upon their superior. His outrage was boundless but he’d jumped to the defence of the scythe wielding hunter. He remembered how much it hurt and enraged him to think that he could be up there, fighting alone for people who actively hated him. He’d had to stand by him.
The wolf had been redirection of his anger and disdain, an example. And Harrison had been with him, because he always was. Together they had all but murdered - murder, hah, it was always temporary - the beast and stood to wait and see who else dared to come that way again. No one had.
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Inverse Regrets The reflection smirked, the corruption flickering all the more as it stepped nearer to him, unafraid of its own degenerating state.
"You will never be strong. You will never be anything at all. Your mother was the first to see what blackness lurked in you, selfish, twisted. Wrong. No father even wanted to lay claim to you. Only kept for the welfare money you were worth"
"I offered you the shards, the chance at power, glory, everything you wanted. A chance to be worth something. You were too weak to take the chance."
"And you will die a coward."
gaia_crownV E N G E A N C Egaia_crown
Blue kingdom
People didn’t often ******** with him. People weren’t often stupid enough, and it was stupid, not because he was particularly clever or particularly fast on the draw but because he was petty and bored. Because he was malicious in a way that was rare to come across, people became games, like a cat fascinated by a moving object they became his central focus. And he was persistent and cruel with no regard for stupid things like honour. Family was nothing but a target, emotions were nothing but exploitable. People were playthings in all regards and when he had them in his claws, he sought to make them love him in the way only the captive can truly revere the one who held the key.
People didn’t often ******** with him, with the queen, but his friend - now ex friend - had.
And his revenge would be as unavoidable and devastating as a meteor.
gaia_crownG R I E Fgaia_crown
Requiem for a Badass [x] No Jordan. Ace separated who-knew-where on the battlefield, there was no one to hug, to share any of it with. "He's gone man."
He stood unsteadily. "I'm sorry. I'm so ******** sorry." No one else around him fully registered. He was speaking to the weapon. "I'm.. I'm sorry man. You are alone now. We are all a little bit more alone."
He glared at the encroaching students, reaching up with a hand to wipe away the tears. "But no one will get you. You'll ******** remember him. We all will."
He gave the fallen figure a respectful nod. "Rest easy bro. And thankyou for everything."
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