She can tell he still wants her. He's only just made the announcement, about how he's going to marry Sif. She looks so smug, holding his arm delicately with one hand. Her other sisters are fauning all over him - Fulla looks almost upset. Idunn and Eir are trying to get his attention, but she can feel his eyes burning into her. Even Sif knows it, but she's too proud to admit it. She's already making wedding plans, and all of her sisters now focus on the whirlwind of excitement a wedding brings.
But his eyes are still on her. He isn't even trying to hide it. She's moved on, and it shows in the way she stands tall, head held high even as he and Sif announce their wedding. She's moved on, and he's never wanted her more. His eyes are hungry, devouring her with a look.
And in the back of her mind, she knows he'll never want Sif as much as he wanted her.
And she likes that.
Such a pretty little thing. She's heard that so many times by now, that she believes it with all of her heart. Such a pretty little thing. Just a kiss. Just a little longer. Don't leave me now, he says. I need you. I want you. If you go now, I'll die.
But they never die, do they?
She knows there are rumors. The word cocktease is a joke to her. It's nothing. It's a word men make up when they don't get what they want. And she never gives them everything they want. Only a taste. Just enough to want more. But she's determined to make sure they never get too far. That's reserved for him alone. And a wedding night. That's when all the insults will stop.
She's singing. She's singing, and it's so beautiful, it makes her feel beautiful to hear her own voice. She knows she is the best singer in the whole world. She hears someone crying in the other room - one of her sisters. She must be jealous of how beautiful her voice is. She sings louder.
She looks outside the window, and she holds out her hand to try and call a bird to it. Her song makes the bird fly, but instead of landing on her hand, it slams itself into the wall of their house. It falls - why would it do that - why -
Her voice made it want to die.
"NnnRRRRGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH." Hel probably shouldn't have said that motto, because the mere words had Freya rising up off the bed like a zombie, and screaming like a banshee. Then she turned around, and flipped over her bed - unearthly strength returning to her from the great beyond. "WANT. TAKE. HAAAAAAAAAVE." The sound of those words leaving her lips made her ..
They made her..
Starving.
Freya wanted a gods be damned meat stick. She stormed over to her mini fridge, pulled out a sausage stick, and ripped open the wrapping with her fingernails. Then she took that meat stick in her mouth like a ravenous animal, ripping into it.
Shaking the messy thing at her sister, and despite the hollow blanched look of her skin, Freya looked more herself than she had in a year. "I wants yeh in my life more often. Are yeh ready for that? Because I don't cares if yeh are, or not. That is what I wants, now." She smiled, with meat in her teeth. "Yehr just goings teh has teh deal with that."
It felt so good to sing again. She couldn't help but cry. But when it was over, and she opened her eyes to see what she expected to be tragic, suicidal faces, all she got was a faceful of confetti.
They loved her.
Nobody was sad. Nobody was crying. Somebody was putting a crown on her head and giving her a trophy and a key and they loved her.
This was the best ******** day ever.
"I LOVES GARGOYLES AGAIN!"
The crowd cheered.
She was in love. Everyone was going to call her such a hypocrite, and she couldn't manage to give a single care. She was in love.
She was not much of an adventurer, preferring the enclosure of a little room with a lot of books and science and distractions, but she knew the forest well.
She knew the right paths, the best places to hide, the trees to climb to find what she was looking for.
She remembered, most importantly, how to not be afraid of him.
And she would have to forget all of it.
"I can't come to see you again," she said, hands clasped behind her back. "...ev...er..."
Her brows furrowed and she frowned, staring at the ground as if the recited words had finally begun to sink in this time.
"I am too old to speak to things that are not real - even if I am sure that they are. I have been informed that imaginary friends are no longer 'cute' at 'my age'. I apologize."
She ground the toe of her shoe into the ground, making a hole that reached the dirt beneath the damp, rotting leaves.
"But, um. Thank you."
When she left the forest behind, she pushed the thoughts of the right paths and the places to hide and the trees to climb to the back of her mind, where it would be replaced by homework and science fairs. She would do her best to find someone else to rely on, even if it was just herself, soothed with the assurance that she was old enough to handle the challenges presented to her on her own.
Most importantly, she would forget how to not be afraid of him.
Excalibur Total: 8006 Mimsy's Total: 40
Nothing Yet Crew
Obsessive Stargazer
Offline
Toshihiko Two
Sugary Marshmallow
Offline
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 6:24 pm
He remembered in a flash of embarrassment. There was no festival casino, he hadn't attended Amity highschool (except undercover), no ******** semesters or homework or prom. Clarice was not the haunted shop teacher, he didn't owe any papers on Magical Objects and Their Uses. Rep was not a dragon. Jordan was not a demon. And most of all, he had never, ever had the ability to make or control fire.
Main Blessing: 1 (10 pts.) TOTAL: 8016
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 6:30 pm
Eyasa remembered a pretty blond girl, with the fluffiest hair-- Charlotte. Saya struggled over the piano to learn the music, hesitantly pressing keys along the way as the division assistant prodded her in her own nervous way. She recalled the first time she met her, the shh motions as Charlotte indicated they head somewhere secret--
She fell into the orange division's lead's arms, like a princess. He mentioned something about princess tutu to Simon--
She was curled up in Wilson's arms-- Eva and Wilson had been talking..
"N-no, we're not together--"
She heard a defensive remark behind her, to the grinning hunters in front of them.
"We havent even decided yet--"
There was a strange boy, almost obsessed with games, as he and her started an avid talk in the hallway and she learned the secrets of the universe from him.
"Prompto.. Are you ever going to talk to me?" The flat silence was frustrating.
She remembered braiding his hair-- What delightful fun it had been~
Saya's cheeks were puffed out, angrily, like a chipmunk.
She received a kon plush bag, from Wilsooooooon!
"SIN YOU CANT HAVE IT-- it's not done yet!"
"Told you, Gumdrop! Isn't she cute?" -- GROUP HUGGG.
"I think I'll name you Saya~"
Curling up in her bed, she couldnt run--
She got a certain tattoo with a certain star-loving hunter..
She bought her Jack Frost blanket on that one day out..
She ran up to hug Petra~
She was eating chocolates with Eva in her room..
The kotatsu was warm and they all gathered unde rit, laughing and rolling around.
She was staring forlornly at a picture of her guardian..
Today he was going to tell Lena how he felt about her. He was going to tell her and she was going to tell him that she loved him back and they would live happily ever after. As he walked to her house he Lena on the porchswing upon the lap of his brother Onyx. They were kissing rather passionately. From numb hands his gifts fell to the floor and all of his hopes and dreams were dashed.
...He turned around and went home for now, he didn't have the guts to confront Lena just then.
"Don't you like me anymore, Kettie?" Lena asked in a soft pouty voice, her arms draped over his shoulders as her fingertips played at one of his dreadlocks.
Kettil was tense under her touch as he jerked away quietly, "Not really. I saw you and Onyx," he said simply, his young voice was taut and squeaking under the strains of emotion and puberty. It was hard to take him so seriously when he sounded like some dog's squeaky toy. Lena just giggled a bit at him.
"Oh. That. I was just rewarding him for a gift he got m--," She stopped as Kettil stared at her. Something about the look in his eyes just convinced her there was no use explaining her way out of this one. He might have been younger than her but he was in no mood to be toyed with again and so she let him be for now feigning disinterest.
TOTAL: 8130
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 6:38 pm
"I don't want a world without you in it though, __."
He pronounced it like "Aisa." He was the only one to shorten her name like that.
"A world without Kreios.. I wonder."
But perhaps, he was speaking the truth.
What did.. he say again?
"Alas it's not something that bears repeating, as it's purpose served. Time and Death may walk hand in hand, but you, my Lady, are no more immune to the changes borne in it's wake than I. The only constancy you may be reassured of is..."
She felt the warm kiss against her cold hands--
"...the pleasure I take in your company."
The world crumbling, her home.--
Her life, her history, everything that preceded it..
gone.
Total: 8160
revenant aria
Offline
Pales
Demonic Gatekeeper
Offline
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 6:40 pm
Onyx and Kettil were fighting again but this time it involved fists. Kettil had completely forgotten what had started the fight and so had Hania, they were finally seperated by their mother and father. They were both glaring hatefully at each other, bloody and bruised.
"You're an a*****e, I hate you." Kettil hissed out.
"Feeling is mutual," Onyx spat out some blood and saliva at Kettil's feet.
Their mother slapped them both and chided them. She lectured them about being good brothers, but the fact remained they both hated each other. Always had and always will.
He was showing off again, or trying to.
"HEY WATCH THI--" And suddenly he fell from where he was hanging by his legs in the tree. Kettil's world filled with pain, but what hurt most was his pride because no one managed to see the trick he'd managed to do.
"Hey!" she called to him, realizing in the next instant that she didn't remember his name. Or...hers...which was much more concerning. "Why'd you leave in such a hurry?"
She reached to take his hand and gave him an encouraging smile.
"I..." He shrugged sheepishly, face pulling into the most awkward, sheepish half-smile half-grimace known to man. "Am not knowing?"
"Oh," she said, sighing in relief. "Well, I'm glad that it wasn't because of something that I did that I couldn't remember, at least. But you not knowing either means we're on the same page."
She smiled again, patting his hand.
"We'll get this figured out, okay? Don't worry!" She leaned forward to give him an assuring little kiss on the cheek. It just seemed like the right thing to do when in an upsetting situation with someone you were dating, even if she couldn't place why.
He yelped a little as she kissed him on the cheek, pulling away with an expression akin to a gaping fish. "Nyet," he said, waving his hands in front of him. "Nyet, no touch, cannot-"
He tried to hide that he was trying to wipe the kiss off of his cheek.
She tried to hide that she was hurt when her best efforts were met with a negative reaction.
Excalibur Total: 8190 Mimsy's Total: 50
Nothing Yet Crew
Obsessive Stargazer
Offline
medigel
Anxious Spirit
Offline
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 6:47 pm
Quote:
Text to Belladonna I'll come back with a smile just like I promised. But only if I come back as your boilfriend.
. . . Well that didn't sound very romantic. Mort actually stared at the words he somehow managed to send, wondering where the hell that came from. Wasn't there was supposed to be more of a build up to it? A swell or crescendo?
Was asking really so difficult in the end . . .?
"We continue forward, warriors, those noble in cause, who fight. Now, step forward, all of you, and I will bestow upon each of you a gift for your victory and victories to come."
One of the Lost? He wasn't sure how to take the idea . . . Coming together was something of an ideal that had seemed beyond their grasp, if in their sights at all.
But Medea promised power. Victory. A calling. Things he couldn't ignore. And so the zomboil cross his arms lightly and awaited for further instructions, lips pressed together in a thin line.
"Oh you young ones, always so eager." With a head tilt and a dramatic sigh, the Sage unwound one of the scarves around his head and shoulders; it took a few seconds of unwrapping before it was free and deposited on the boil's head. "Wear this~" He instructed, not offered. "It will keep the human sun from biting." It was an almost bored footnote reasoning; he had gotten used to it. The second wrapping was produced off of his shoulders, this one deposited on Alex.
He had to take care of his Zombies, naturally.
"This is your first time, you should savour it."
How had he died? How many cared enough to come to the funeral? Had there even been there a funeral?
And the more Mort sank into nonconstructive conjecture, the more he compared his miserable self to the beatific Thomas Quinn, the more he came to the grim conclusion that he was a wretch no matter what because there was no family who would truly come to accept him and his very flawed decisions; after all, he was a being who had thought it logical to wash his hands of blood with more blood, who had sought out death in the hopes that its inevitability would have given him focus, and who had now been reduced to a sobbing pitiful mess over what was essentially inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.
That was, most likely, the clincher: the insignificance of his own existence. And here he was grasping at power like a security blanket, so desperate that he had been driven to try and reap souls. Everything about this task was fundamentally wrong. Everything was wrong. And the worst part about it was that his own flawed self would not leave this morbid cause, not when it proved to be the most viable path that lead to the Hunters’ destruction. He would have to kill and kill and die and die and Jack knew what else, and there was nothing he could do about it because he had chosen, right or wrong, and he was going to have to see through it, insignificant or not.
And if it ended up being the wrong choice? He’d have to own up to it. But then, fate always made sure he had a trial by fire anyway, because wasn’t it funny to see the little zombie burn?
Friggen' finally.
After putting off the booth for later time and time again, Ramona had managed to at last reel the zomboil in to put on the finishing touches. Even so, Mort felt a bit nervous as he leaned over the counter and watched visitors, students and horsemen pass by.
"Don't fidget so much," his mother told him, sliding his hood down. "And put on a smile, Mortie! You did a good job and I know people will see it."
"Mrrr . . ." He only nodded and sipped some Spite, watching Lancelot turn his head this way and that excitedly.
Festivalfestivalfestival~!
He felt something shift within him, and without warning he felt himself tapping into it out of curiosity.
Fog surrounded him, but he was alright. Better than alright, he felt fantastic. The fog condense and his limbs fell away to be replaced by large paws, gray wispy fur, and glowing green eyes that matched his new weapon (which seemed to also spontaneously appear: hello, Crescent Haze!). Whether it was real or not, Mort found himself to now be a rather oversized canid creature.
Bitchin'.
"This is for you. Its my token of favor... I... I wanted to give it to you before, but ah... It, um, it... Glows. Or its supposed to," Belladonna tried to explain, suddenly bashful as she pulled the satin from her finger and began to wrap it around the bicep of his arm closet to her. "I wore it, while you were gone... But, it glowed every time I wished for you. When you wear it, its supposed to glow when you think on it... So you always have a bit of light with you, no matter how dark it may get."
Mort no longer looked so dazed but he retained the quiet awe as with each loop of the ribbon its light grew in increments, until the finished ribbon cast a small but distinct light around his arm. For a span of seconds he watched its glow, his expression softening as Bells spoke. Magic could do that? "You made this? I . . . Thank you," he managed to say, surprised that his voice didn't crack. Maybe because it didn't hit home at first.
For days she had worn it . . . Days spent hoping he would return. Time. Texts. Wishes and tears. All of them came with her gift and made it that much more special because it wasn't just something she made, but something that she had put herself into. Was there any way he could give her something as precious in return?
excalibur total: 8260
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 6:54 pm
I am Israfel. I am sorry you were scared, but we can go now. ’
'Do you want to be able to protect them? Others like you?'
They had been invited to go Trick or Treating for FEAR, to help make the Halloween celebration all that much better. And she had done amazing. She had made two kids scream and two others turn on their lights, the most amount of Fear she was allowed to induce. It had been glorious.
It was easy to make the Hunter fall, it had been such an easy fight. When after so long everyone had told her how powerful and strong they were, she could make one run away, she could make one retreat with just one strong punch.
He had given her a beautiful outfit, one of his homelands. Something made of countless layers all made of linens and soft, gauzy materials. It was wholly unlike anything she would have ever worn before, but it was perfect. It was from her favorite Horseman, therefore perfect.
The moon hung heavy and bright in the sky, too high to hold itself up for much longer and finally beginning its descent. It had brought him back. Well, alright it really hadn't but it felt like it had. So in her romanticizing of the night, the moon had brought him back and helped give him the strength to tell her he loved her. The moon's light had made everything seem better.
The Scardonnay was delicious and she was all too pleased to drink it as quickly as she could. He jokes that she should slow down but she only giggles and smiles at him. This is fun, he has done all this for her and she couldn't be happier. So drinking this bubbly drink is perfect.
Main Blessing: 5 Total: 8330
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:00 pm
"Y-your girlfriend? I mean of course! Yes!"
Mosh grappled with Core, wrestling in the grass. Life was great.
She choked back tears. She knew this was coming. She had to be strong.
Her brush trailed bright colors over the canvas. She'd been called creative, artistic, and gifted.
Quote:
Self points: 40 Total Points To Excalibur: 8380
The Moshmonster
Timid Werewolf
Offline
Seussi
Ice-Cold Hunter
Offline
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:00 pm
He'd entered Medea's tent that night a desperate soul, one who was willing to do anything to get his boilfriend back. He left the tent marked, chosen, an initiate. But it was worth it. To see Yin home safely, it was all worth it.
He'd done it. Somehow, someway, he had won a position on the Student Council. Public Relations.....how hard could it be?
He couldn't back out now. He needed to be strong. He handed Red his distortion crystal, and as the last of the wolf's howl dwindled and died, he too faded away into nothing.
He drank a little too much that night, but he'd had a lot of fun. He and Mort, zombro's that had enjoyed spirit week to it's fullest, full of spirits themselves.
Points: 40
Total Points: 8410
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:01 pm
Imryn didn't want to forget again, but she'd made a promise and intended to keep it. If it meant saving the world, what were a few measly memories in exchange?
It had been a month since the incident and she hadn't left her room except to get some food occasionally. Her parents had tried to talk with her, but nothing seemed to bring any comfort. She'd lost her best friend... well, someone who had pretended to be her best friend. It wasn't something she was just going to get over, or find any solace in her parents 'I told you so's. The best thing to do right now would be to get away for a while, find a new place to start over and get away from here. It wouldn't be easy, but she could do it. In time, maybe she'd have enough strength to gain back what she'd lost... until then, this was a start.
