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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:50 pm
When Deacon glared, the poor little poptart cat curled up as far behind Riyo's fingers as he possibly could. Big, wide eyes suddenly growing scared.
The ghoul's brows furrowed as she pulled Tim back into a hug. If she hadn't known before, the feline certainly knew now that there was something very wrong with Deacon.
"You're not telling me something." Big surprise. She wasn't telling him anything. "It's obvious you're not going for a vacation, so... What's wrong with you?" No point in pussyfooting around (ba dm chh).
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:15 pm
In silence, he planted his hands on the tabletop and scooted his chair back. He stood, reaching down to grip the bottom of that horrid hooded garment to tug it off over his head. When he did, he let it drop from his hand as he let his arms fall to his sides.
The inner portion of his right arm, from forearm to just past the crook of his elbow, was gray. An even larger grayed patch had formed over his lower stomach, just above his navel to end somewhere beneath the waistline of his pants. These were the biggest, but not the only imperfections. Other smaller patches littered his skin in no visible pattern. It was a small miracle that he had nothing to show of it on his neck or face.
Yet.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:29 pm
"W-what are you-" Immediately Riyo clammed up when Deacon started to remove his hooded jacket, the sight of bare skin causing her cheeks to flare up, even in her mental state.
"Do you have some sort of mental problem where you strip at random?!" the ghoul spat out as she moved to cover her eyes, only peeking when she was met with nothing but silence.
What were...
What were those gray spots?
Slowly, her hands began to drop, eyebrow furrowed at the sight of the imperfections. That would explain the ugly jacket... But she couldn't even begin to fathom what such a thing meant.
Still, one thing was obvious. Deacon was sick. To what degree she couldn't really say, but considering his strange behavior, this was worse than a simple cold. So what did he want from her? She was... Starting to figure it out.
A long sigh escaped the demoness as she leaned back in her chair, releasing her nyancat back to the floor. "You just want someone to worry, don't you?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:43 pm
He'd ignored her shouting, assuming that it wouldn't take long for her to realize what was visibly wrong with him. It didn't, and regret welled up in the pit of his stomach as she stared at the marks over his skin.
His ears fell back at her assumption, but he supposed that it wasn't all that far from the truth. "I'd say that care might be a better word, but... I guess that's the jest of it."
He risked making eye contact with her, if only to know that she was looking at him and not just the graying evidence of Insanity. "I guess if I disappeared tomorrow, it would just make your life better, right?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:52 pm
Yes. Of course that was it.
There were some days when Riyo wished for the exact same thing, though generally she never came looking for it.
Red eyes didn't hesitate to look up into his, less cold than they had been prior. There were so many emotions. Overwhelming emotions. She wasn't sure who she was, but she knew who Deacon was. Knew what he had done.
His actions did, however, lead her to be more open about things. A little bit, at least. Moreover, he was... Socially awkward like her, but in a completely different way.
If that question hadn't been baited, Riyo had to give the boil props for sounding more pathetic than she did sometimes. "No, Deacon."
In truth, nothing would change at all. A voice hissed from the crevices of her mind. A bitter, heartless voice. One that even made her inwardly cringe.
She didn't want to be like that. "It wouldn't make anything better. Everybody has a right to want someone to care for them. Even you." It didn't feel right to be saying that, but at the same time it felt better to finally try to bring someone up instead of knocking them down. Even Deacon.
"But you can't just say 'I want you to care' and expect me to. You could probably say that to someone warmer... But not me. So tell me Deacon. After all the things that have happened between us... Why should I care?" It didn't appear to be a baited question of any kind. Riyo sat back in her chair, hands folding in her lap, searching his face for some unspoken truth.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 1:58 pm
He suddenly seemed afraid to meet her gaze when she looked up at him. Images played in the back of his mind of her telling him to get out, threatening to reveal his sickness to others and have them haul him off to who-knows-where.
Not that she hadn't frequently demanded that he get away from her before, but this time was different.
The answer that she gave, although short, was enough to leave Deacon looking shocked. He looked the slightest bit hopeful, worried as he had been. "R-really?"
He swallowed when Riyo questioned his reasoning. He never was all that great at explaining his feelings, let alone when it came to something even remotely intimate. Now, Deacon did look away, shrugging his shoulders just lightly. As she sat down again, he slowly moved to sink back into his chair as well.
"We're a lot alike, aren't we?" His mother always stated that opposites attract, and Deacon had always shuddered to think about what a ghoul his opposite would be like. He'd have to throw her off a cliff. "I don't know..." His ears fell back and he stared at the tabletop. "I'm sorry... If it means anything to you. I'm sorry. I can't change what I already ******** up, but maybe you'll let me try to make a better impression."
Was there even any reason for him to be thinking of this, now? He'd just admitted he was leaving. "When this is through, I guess." Whatever that meant.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 2:23 pm
A lot alike? Riyo had to hold in her shutter at the thought that she was anything like Deacon. Perhaps in core principals... But such a thought was better driven away for a nicer day than processed in a state like this.
With an exasperated sigh, the ghoul lifted her hands to comb through her long blonde hair, nervously sifting through the beginnings of tangles. If there was one thing Deacon had succeeded in, it was yanking her out of the broken state. Just enough to think. "I won't run from you anymore." She finally said. "But after this, I'm not giving you another chance."
The feline almost felt like he was cheating. This new illness was an ace up his sleeve he had played to avoid working for her forgiveness. "I still don't trust you... But I won't retreat like a hurt animal again." Which was what it all added up to, really. He had cut her deep, and like a scared creature she ran from him because she didn't want to be wounded a second time.
There were bigger things to fear now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 3:11 pm
For a moment, he seemed to smile. It was slight, and gone just as quickly. Deacon nodded slowly. "More than fair."
He brought a hand up from where it had been resting in his lap, his palm down as he slid it toward her across the table. When he lifted it away, his pin laid in front of her.
He didn't look up at her, but stared at the pin to see if she would take it.
After a long pause, he spoke quietly; "Tsuchitenma."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 4:33 pm
What had just...?
Riyo stared down at the object placed in front of her silently, a nervous twitch causing her tail to stir. Why was he giving this to her?
She had been told the significance of giving and receiving pins at Amityville the first day of enrollment. Since that day, Riyo had failed to receive any or give any out. So why was Deacon the first?
She could certainly refuse it... But even at her worst, on a day where she was in the foulest of moods, the idea of being that spiteful seemed cruel.
The cat demon's fingers escaped her golden locks, slowly reaching out across the table to pull the item back. If nothing else, at least it had a kitty on it.
As she was about to remove it from the table, her ears stood at attention as the other bakeneko in the room uttered something. Had he? Had he really?
Was he that dumb?
There was a long silence between the two. Riyo's brow stayed furrowed like a hunched up caterpillar, keeping her eyes on the pin. What did he expect her to say to that?
No. No it really didn't matter what he expected, did it? "You're putting a lot of blind faith into me..." She finally mumbled as she pulled the pin off the table to hold it in her hands. "Lets hope neither of us ends up regretting it.."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 4:53 pm
In the long pause, Deacon tunneled his fingers through his own hair, each hand coming to stop over an ear. He looked to struggle with whether or not to press them against his skull by force, but didn't. His gaze stayed on the table, but he saw her take the pin. What had him worked up went unspoken, but perhaps it would go unnoticed with her attention elsewhere.
When she spoke, it seemed to draw him out of his thoughts. Or... Whatever he'd been dwelling on. His hands dropped to the tabletop lightly, his ears still drawing back once freed.
"Faith is for scarelings and foolsss..." The last word rolled off of his tongue in little more than a hiss. "We don't believe in faith."
"Sssomeone... S-should know. Logical for it to be you, all things cons-sidered..."
He scooted his chair back and reached down for his discarded shirt, putting it back on and deliberately checking the base and sleeves to be certain he was covered. He had about three feet to walk once he was out her door, but he was still clearly disturbed by the idea of someone getting so much as a fleeting glimpse of his condition.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 5:02 pm
... We?
Was he possessed or something? Was that even possible? For demons to be possessed. She didn't think so. There wasn't much for Riyo to say to him now. She couldn't ask if he was okay. It was obvious he wasn't. She couldn't say everything would be fine. Chances are it wouldn't. She couldn't say 'don't lose yourself', because she had already done that.
"Don't die out there, Deacon." Was what she finally settled on. While it might have been a semi-leisurely trip, the fact that the death trials had been so... Terrible weighed heavily on her mind. The horsemen didn't seem to have boundaries they weren't willing to cross. That in itself was frightening.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 5:16 pm
He got up from the chair, pulling the hood of his shirt closer around his neck self consciously. He was silent, and still, for several moments. It was as if he had to concentrate on the words, to get them right before he spoke again.
"I'll take that risk. I can't... I can't hear the voices in my head when I'm dead... Right?"
He didn't await a reply. There really was no answer to be expected. At least he'd gotten her forgiveness, in a manner. He'd shared his secrets with someone... Some secrets. He wondered if anything that had just transpired put so much as a dent in all of the secrets he'd stolen from her.
He left as quietly as he'd come, clicking the door shut softly behind him.
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