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 Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 5:47 pm
The lord merely waved his hand in a dismissive manner before crossing his arms and smirking.
"Of course, I wasn't asking for your permission, Currise." Evanescere replied, acknowledging also that their sons had always done well due to their allowance of soul connection. But that, as most overlooked, resulted in weakness as well. To become attached to somebody well always was a weakness, as he knew quite well. Too well.
"Ah, then I'll leave you to your..." he trailed off very suddenly before turning around sharply and opening his eyes. A violent, intense pain shuddered throughout his soul, its screaming escalating. It was merely that time again, wasn't it?
And this time, Evanescere would endure it. Still sitting on his chair (which, oddly enough, had its arms shredded) in the corner of his room, the noble turned towards the window and ignored the intense and persistent pain and screeching in his soul as much as he possibly could.
He would not give in. The man's dignity said that much.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 5:59 pm
Currise returned Evanescere's smirk.
"I wasn't implying that you were, Evanescere. The idea itself is preposterous," the earl replied cooly.
There came the screach and tearing, as always. By now, it came as routine. It'd worked that way for years - decades. Evanescere's image shattered and fell away as his smirk grew into a sneer. Both of them were too proud and full of dignity, and both of the lords new as much. Neither would ever give in, and it was truely better for both, as each had thought silently, though generally thinking of themselves. Currise shook his head with a sigh.
"Same old, same old."
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 12:13 pm
Pride is one of the Seven Sins.
The thought made the noble wince in disgust, knowing very well that he had at least broken Six out of the Seven Sins, and not caring the least. Not anymore. Evanescere silenced his thoughts, reassuring himself that the locks on the heavy doors were securely fastened around the vast majority of his memories.
"So it seems..."
The reply itself was more of a drifting comment than a reluctant one. Malicious emerald eyes persistently peered through the window, the man waiting silently for the pain and screaming to dissipate. And yet again, his soul quivered in more of anger towards the two, overly-prideful lords, rather than in pain. Sometimes, it seemed as if his soul was able to realize what was happening before Evanescere himself did.
Curious.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 1:33 pm
Tick~ Tock~
The infernal noise was starting to annoy her. The wishgranter shot a leering glance at the clock in the corner before tugging at the chains on her wrists once again in exasperation. She winced as the shackled bit into her again. Pointless.
Tick~ Tock~
She wrinkled her nose, glaring at that clock heatedly again. Let Evanescere mock her while he could; it would blow up in his face sooner or later.
Tick~
The noise was annoying, and so was the incense that made the room so humid. The blasted incense that was so alluring, so sweet, that it made her want to fall asleep in her chains.
Tock~
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 6:32 pm
There was never lights on in the Purgier mansion, which Evonne though was ridiculous and senseless. Either Evanescere was a crazed vampire that locked himself up in a dark cave, or he had exceptional eye sight. The wishgranter favored the prior.
He slinked silently through the mansion's eerie shadows, his bi-colored eyes sharp and tail flicking in anticipation. Anakera was here, that much was obvious. But first, he decided it would be a splendid time to pay a visit to an old friend. It was rude to barge into someone's house without saying hello, after all.
He slipped into the lord's bedroom and leapt gracefully onto the back of his armchair, allowing his bells to tinkle lightly in order to alert the man.
"I believe you have something of mine, my dear friend," he purred near Evanescere's ear.
"Evonne," he acknowledged through clenched teeth. It sounded surprisingly genuine with regret, but Evonne knew that would only last until he freed Anakera. He pouted, changing swiftly into his normal, boyish form, and sat on the arm of the comfortable chair. It was shredded, and he momentarily remembered the incident where the man, long ago, had torn it apart from pain. He sighed despondently.
"You knew it was going to turn out this way." the lord said mildly. Evonne lowered his eyes to the blood stained floor.
"I tried."
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The wishgranter slipped in silently, appearing just inches in front of the hostage. He didn't jump around in glee or hug her fervently as one would expect, but instead wore a serious expression. He ignored the sweet, intoxicating smell of the incense, it being familiar and bringing memories of one of his not-so-wonderful owners back to mind. His hands threaded the strings of his own soul into the ones the chains held, and he could feel his winged soul tug. The threads Evanescere had used were familiar also, but he pushed that away from his thoughts. Saving Anakera is first, then worry later. he though quietly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 6:47 pm
Of course, she had always known Evonne would come. Somewhere in the back of her mind, behind the doubt, she knew. He wouldn't just leave her in the clutches of vermin again; but it was just all too tempting to think that something would come up, and he wouldn't realize what was happening, or this, that, and the other. She had known he would come, and at the same time, she had known he wouldn't come. Either way, there would be no disappointment, right?
But as she stood, lulled by the incense and half asleep in her chains, Anakera barely recognized him as she looked at him. At first he was Evanescere, and then that pleasant little angel of a master she had so long ago, then finally Evonne. When it it her that he had come, the dazing effects of the humidity and alluring sweetness of the heat snapped off. A faint smile lit her lips, but it was all she could offer.
A seeping warmth spread through her soul and chest. Freedom. She hadn't been locked in the chains that long, she thought, but her idea of time passing had always been a tad cheated. It was always too fast or too slow, never just right, but that wasn't exactly of the moment. What was, was the sight of Evonne, even if he was so serious.
At last, the sight of the only one she wanted to put before herself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 9:02 am
He was drowning.
The noble's emerald eyes watched the surface of the water ripple then fade farther and farther from his sight, shafts of light dissipating. The familiar sound of his heartbeat pounded through the water around him, but everything else was silent.
"He's possessed."
"Take any measures you see fit, Father."
"Truly you aren't that desperate, Madame?"
"I am. He's already taken my husband from me, Father."
"...I see. We'll have to drown him in Holy water."
"There's nothing I'd like more than to see my husband's murderer be sent back to Hell."
His eyes shot open, and he emerged the surface of his nightmare gasping for air. A sore, aching pain shot up from his soul, and a grim line set on his lips. Another nightmare, another tantrum from his soul.
Evonne was already gone with Anakera, he already knew. The wishgranter had predictably threw him into a sleep, which, of course, resulted in yet another nightmare. It was probable that Currise was thrown into one as well, and he silently cursed out his soul. It returned his swear with a quivering shake of fury, and he twitched in the spasm of pain. His son was more accustomed to the nightmares than he himself was, and was overall used to the negative qualities of having a soul connection. In times of nightmares and stirring souls, Evanescere chose to be silent as opposed to flaunting his pride or engaging in the art that was insulting his counterpart.
The lord sunk into his chair, sighing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 4:07 pm
Lovely. He would have to thank Evanescere later for falling asleep, he thought as a wave of oblivion washed over him.
"No! How many times do I have to tell you, Currise you worthless brat! That piece is to be played in C minor, do you hear me? Play it wrong again and there will be consequences."
"Yes, Father."
"I don't think you understand, you piece of filth. If you play this in the wrong key again, I think I may just have to force more blood from those fingertips of yours. Does that get your hard head, rat?"
"Yes, Father."
"Good boy. Now, start to play."
He shot upright with a gasp, a stinging pain flashing through his fingertips. Peeling off the black satin glove that covered his hand, Currise examined the fine white scars that danced on his fingertips. His father's lovely present, as it were. He was so very lucky that the fire didn't char his hands, because that would have covered up such a beautiful gift. Ah, the sarcasm of the thought made him want to choke.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:14 am
Well, he didn't know what he said that managed to get her to understand, but whatever it was, he was glad it worked. Not that he wanted to be around Fidel more than he had to, but at least he wouldn't have to hit her to make her comprehend that he wasn't allowed to leave her side. With a yawn, Emyrus took a hand out of his pocket and scratched that back of his head lazily.
"Yeah, actually."
If she misinterpreted that, he may just have to hit her anyway.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 12:06 pm
Fidel rolled her eyes at the liar, and then bit her lip hesitantly. If Emyrus wasn't allowed to leave her side, and she had to go work in the White Building... The girl looked up and glared up at the man in a mix of frustration, disappointment, and irritation. There were quite a few things the both of them needed to learn through this fake soul connection Lord Evanescere had so willingly (and cruelly) forced on the both of them, and she was reluctant to even try to explain it to Emyrus.
"I'm so happy for you," she replied with a sardonic smile before turning on her heel and crossing her arms over her chest. She didn't want to look at him again, lest she punch him out of pure irritation. Even worse, her situation made it so she could not manipulate his emotions at all, so there was no point in trying to get him to not be such a...
"Jerk." she finished her thought with a pout.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 12:51 pm
Fidel drilled the liar with a withering stare.
"I can't believe I'm trusting you of all people." she spat, scowling at his painfully annoying antics. She didn't have a choice, considering her empathy had no affect on him, and that her soul was vaguely starting to pine for his. Disgusted, she wrinkled her nose and looked away. She knew, of course, that if they didn't give in to the connection, there would be serious consequences--all of which were extremely painful. As if to comfort herself from the thought, the subordinate wrapped her arms around her middle, attempting to ignore the cloying, intoxicating scent of incense. Like drugs. she thought with a hopeless sigh. Emyrus was a lazy idiot who obviously had no intention of cooperating whatsoever. If anything, he would just make their situation worse. To emphasize her irritation, bells began to ring from her soul. Great, wonderful, let's announce the fact that I'm in the mansion. Bells weren't exactly the most masculine instruments, and Fidel was pretty sure that Evanescere was smirking in amusement about it--although he had no room to talk when it came femininity. Indifferently, she shrugged, looking back to her counterpart. He could easily bring about a bunch of different ways of torture upon her just by a slip of the tongue--probably purposefully--but she didn't know a single thing that could get him into an equally amount of horror. She knew when he was lying, obviously, and that he had a nasty habit of hiding something in his lime eyes with false amusement.
Fidel pursed her lips. Punching him earlier was probably a bad idea. Her soul bubbled in agreement.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 5:03 pm
Emyrus beamed under Fidel's stare.
"Oh, I would have found out eventually," he hummed with mock innocence. He knew that he now had a mental power of her, though doubted he would ever use it. Not often, at least. His soul was still humming in victory, and he did have a bit of difficulty denying that Fidel was really very pretty. Not the kind of drop-dead-gorgeous that you would expect from a stripper, but a childish, simple sort of beauty that hand an almost endearing quality to it. That meant that he wouldn’t be able to really use any sort of mental hold until he got over his new knowledge.
Rats.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 5:52 pm
If he ever wanted to commit suicide, the lord decided that suffocating right here, face down on the pillow, would be the best way to go.
In a sense, he was dead. So totally, horribly, dreadfully dead. For a moment he thought the suffocation had worked, and that, yes, his wish was granted. His snide, sharp-tongued, cynical, sonofabitch b*****d of a counterpart on the other side of the wall was the only problem, considering he'd have to be stuck in his head if he were to die now. The thought made him bury his face further into the massive pile of pillows.
Stop whining. That was the best you've felt in--
"And the last time, if you don't shut it." he thought acidly, hoping his soul would disappear or blow up or...something. It was a pleasing thought, actually. No soul, no soul connection, no Currise, no pain, no Currise, no whining.
...No Currise. His soul jerked in protest, but he ignored it. The lord had already given in to its threat, and now he was busy killing himself because of it. Or wishing he was killing himself. No doubt his counterpart was sneering and snickering under his breath right now, glowing in the light of his victory. The contest of pride, which had been going on for too many years, and Evanescere had lost. And for what? His life.
A simple hand on the other noble's shoulder and oh, there it went. His pride. He lost. The man groaned like somebody had just prodded him in the side with a blunt knife. Without lifting his face from the pillow, he undid his bun and threw the clip at the opposing wall. It hit the wall with a resounding thud. Evanescere let his arm hang off the side of his bed, trying to glare at the other wall without somehow lifting his face from the smothering.
And some way, he hoped the glare would burn a hole straight through the wall and through the other man's head.
If only.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 7:09 pm
"You're mad. Absolutely daft. At least Evanescere had sense enough to save his life! But no, you just had to save your pride."
Well of course. If you told me later than you did, perhaps I would have been intimidated. Being dead wasn't fun, you see.
"That's not the point, you old lunat--"
I am not old, you ungrateful little--
"Oh, just shut up, Currise, you pompous vulture."
Excuse me? I am beautiful, and vultures are hardly beautiful.
"You have the mind of one all the same. Risk your life for your foolish pride. Daft. Absolutely daft, you old, pompous vulture."
Currise chuckled under his breath. Old, pompous vulture? Well, that was a new one, now wasn't it. He had become so used to his idiot counterpart avoiding his eyes that the sudden touch was shocking. That, and the fact that he actually let his soul bully him into throwing away his pride.
Again, Currise laughed. What a dolt.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 8:05 pm
That was just about enough. Honestly, she left and the entire city went to Hell. Absolute stupidity.
"Vatour, vatour! That is exactly what you are." Eluna mocked softly, arching an eyebrow at the once decent nobleman in front of her. She sat serenely on the end of the bed. "And really, Currise, it's all a bit tiring. Clelia agrees with me, you know."
The woman nodded thoughtfully, looking the blond up and down, and then shook her head. Adorable little Halycon Euphoria came from this...She groped for a word. "Man" would suffice for now, although spending time with Clelia, who had been in the middle class (did it matter?), was enough to be able think of some more colorful words.
"So then, let's talk, mon ami."
Eluna smiled slyly.
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