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 Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 4:57 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... The mocking tone in his original accusation made an eyebrow rise- it made no sense to throw out such a thing, especially if he was from this world. Wasn't that the accepted tale, after all, that she aided in the slaying of the dark god? Though she opened her mouth to voice her protests, something seemed to catch in her throat as she did so- though she tried again to speak about the events of that day, there seemed to be something preventing her from speaking. Was it magic? Guilt? Teifi's heart beat ever faster as she realized that only a weak, reedy murmur escaped her throat.
Memories flashed, one after another- snapshots of all those years ago.
A quick glimpse of a fight- hooded figures all around them, spattering her with blood and forcing her to be at her best, dodging anything they could have thrown at her. Muscles shrieking, her comrades around her, rending their flesh like hot knives through already softened butter. Apprehension, confusion, and yet still, she fought on. She could feel the shock of the snapping Briseschal, feeling back when her sash was at its fullest power after being blessed by a goddess's hand. Power and emotion surged together, and she felt another warm splash before the memory suddenly went dark.
A flash rushed by as she could vaguely hear yelling, feel anger, and yet could not make out the words. Crimson-spattered clothes and faces ran the gamut of emotions, from triumphant to ashamed, another with a look of utter betrayal. Familiar faces with emotions she did not dare voice, and she saw that the view suddenly turned away from them, rather than the other way around...
A lurch of her heart as a child approached her, a knife in hand, laughing with all the menace in the world...
"I... I did! Of course we did!" Her voice was now high, caught, and almost dripping with fear- no longer did she feel as if she had the power, here. Shaken with the sudden influx of memories she did not understand or completely recognize, Teifi instead looked to the next verbal strike, stopping a bit before snapping back. Her patience was worn from the fear, and she did not care for any sort of theatrics anymore.
"If you believe that's my plan, you're more foolish than you've led me to believe!" Beckoning back towards the unconscious girl again, the dancer tried to stand straight up, her weight still heavily on her left leg. The ice pack shifted slightly, but it was nothing that jarred her injury too much. "I was revived by no god, but by a mortal woman, from what I had seen. A girl with dark magic, yes, but by no other's hand."
He seemed to shake himself off, now, as if clearing his mind from all the utter distractions that his body must have been presented to him. His fiendish smile, with his features rotting yet pulled back sickly when he moved- almost as if his very skin no longer fit him- filled her with revulsion. Let him call her a monster while he fell apart before her eyes. The muscles of her legs each ached- the right from her obvious injury and her left leg aching because of the sudden influx of weight that it had to carry- and it worried her. The man's sanity was so small that it could fit on the head of a pin, as far as she was concerned. "So... you think that I am neglectful? You think I am irresponsible? You foolish, pathetic, deceitful creature. I suspect that you do not even have children of your own. The Goddess would not be so cruel as to put a child in the hands of such a demon." "Silence! Silence, damn you!" Rather than striking out at him, however, she ran her hands up to her scalp, almost clawing at it as she stumbled back, nearly tripping over the bed Amelia lay on as she struggled to get away from those words. Those horrible words, those cursed words, those tidbits of vocalizations that drove her utterly mad. A knife seemed to twist in her heart, and tears of desperation rained out from those blue eyes as her hands then went down to embrace her own womb. Her hands over her heavily scarred belly, she looked up at him like some desperate, wounded beast, her voice shrill now and speaking of the fragile frame of mind she held.
"I... I can have children! I must! I WILL! This wound... it did nothing! I was promised, do you hear me? Promised by a goddess! You can't take a promise away from me! She's mine!"
Barely even hearing the hum but seeing the bright light start to build, Teifi tried to shield her eyes with a feeble raising of one arm as Luce's magic scorched the room with its blinding fury. Confused when nothing struck her, she was helpless to stop the man from stepping on her scarf when he ran towards her...
Her eyes nearly worthless from the assault of the light, she misjudged the attempt to block the blade, shrieking when the steel sliced through part of the muscles in her lower arm- though it struck no arteries, layers of muscle and skin were easily pierced, leaving her arm in agony and shuddering from the sudden invasion as his strong hand gripped her by the throat. His skin was cold- so cold- and yet still soft. She smelled the rank stench of rot hanging off of his very being, and yet could not fathom how a living corpse could grip her with the strength of dragon's jaws.
Spitting at his face and realizing that she could not kick him (she would not risk damaging her right foot further by kicking him, and her right foot would not support her weight if she moved her left foot to strike), the dancer clawed at his pale flesh with her only free hand, aiming for his wrists and raking across them horizontally, as was easiest for her. A few times, the redheaded woman struck out like a snake between scratches and aimed for those golden eyes, though she doubted she could reach them.
She could speak no words, but her eyes spoke of unmatched hatred and denial in the very essence of her soul.۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 10:33 pm
"Heh... hehe..." The bishop's chuckle was dark and mean this time. "I don't know whether he has tricked you, the girl has tricked you, or you have tricked yourself, but it has happened. That girl's sister was killed by a servant of the dark god. Many of our townspeople were killed by servants of the dark god. I have felt his presence myself. That invasive, painful presence in my mind... that is unmistakable." A low growl emanated from his throat, and he shook the woman slightly, not caring about her scratches. A bit more blood, that was all. He had plenty to spare. And his arms were longer than hers, she couldn't possibly touch him. "You REEK of his disgusting stench. You cannot tell me he has not had anything to do with you. I, the servant of the blessed Saint Elimine, will destroy him myself; for if you tried, you must have certainly botched the job."
He laughed harder upon hearing her panicked words. "A Goddess promised you? I know not which Goddess this would have been, but even were she to promise you such a thing, she must have lied. The only Goddess on this world now is the Lady Ashera... if any other than her, it will have been Loki. How pathetic. Do you even know what you're doing now? Killing off the enemies of that same dark god?" How could anyone be this absolutely clueless? Either this woman's sanity was unhinged even more than his own admittedly teetering mentality, or she was lying completely. And he didn't think she would lie that far unless she at some level believed it. Perhaps he should put her out of her misery. But that would be cruel; it would be like he was before, wouldn't it?
Then, from behind, another voice, that of someone he trusted. The dragon. Her name? What was it? He didn't know. Didn't remember. Something. M... Mela. No. Melera. No. Me...lethia. That was it. He cared about her. So her words stung, now, more than she would know. "A.... monster." His voice was low, and rough. That was two who had called him a monster outright, and even his daughter had asked what was beginning to happen. "So... I've not just failed my daughter, I've failed everyone?" Then, his decision was made for him. "If I am a monster, then. . . let the monster live!"
He had killed parents before. It wasn't as if this would be anything new. Just another woman in his way. And this one had tried to steal his daughter. She deserved to die, or she would come back and try to steal Amelia away again. It wasn't as if Amelia would leave him... but the fact that this woman had tried made her an enemy of the worst kind. Renault began to move, sliding his hand up Teifi's throat a bit to lift her and not choke her at the same time. She was wounded. Oh well. She would live, if he decided to allow her to live. He stepped around the bed, carrying the woman with him, then dangled her out over the edge of the broken wood. "So, shall I drop you? You don't seem to want to listen to anything. it would be a disservice to the world if I did not."
After a moment, though, his eyes changed, just slightly. No. Not yet. He could do this, but... that would require him throwing away the humanity he had recovered. Instead, he took a moment, deciding to use her to rejuvenate himself. He spoke a few sharp words, and an amount of quintessence flowed down his arm, taken directly from Teifi's body. Unlike him, she would regenerate it, and she had a great store; of course due to her having been a Hero, though Renault knew nothing of this. Then, he brought his arm to the side, tossing her back into the room. "I will leave, for now. But if you lay one hand on my daughter, to harm or corrupt her... you will never see the light of day again."
He took a moment, moving back over to Amelia, to lean down and kiss her forehead, moving her hair aside softly with his still-strong hand. "Amelia, my dear," he whispered. "The world can be cruel... I never wanted you to go out into it. I'd love to go back home and forget this dreadful night..." He paused for a moment, and his voice became rough. "I swore I was different, that I wasn't that person... I swore I would protect you. I tried, but... now, I've failed you... and this woman has tried to take my daughter away..." He touched the girl's hand then, folding it over something small, something that crinkled slightly to the touch. "I'll be back for you..." The man turned, then paused, eyes on Melethia. "... You. If you no longer trust me either, then... get out of my sight." He shoved past her, moving out into the hall.
With a rush, he moved down the hallway. There was no time to waste right now, he couldn't have anyone following him. With a flick of his staff, he gave the slightest of taps to the trapdoor to the attic. "... Whether you would like it or not, I'm coming up," he told the being above him in a low growl. "Be ready." Using his staff to reveal the entrance, he pulled himself in, closing it behind him to hide the access.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:07 am
After the display of emotion that she saw Renualt give, she begin to doubt what he eyes told her. She realized she made a mistake. Renault's words to her, stung like her words stung him. Tears were starting to come down Melethia's face. She was crying now. When Renault ran, it stung her even worse.
"What did I do!?" She thought. She tried her best to follow Renault's scent while she was still crying. She stummbled her way to where Renault had run to.
Once she got to where Renault went up, she stopped. She then looked up.
"The attic?" She thought. She pulled out the Bolgonoe tome. When she was emotional, Melethia wasn't rational. She started to burn a hole in the celing. Once the hole was big enough, She sprouted her wings and flew up into the attic.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:46 am
He'd sat there, just listening to the muffled sounds of conflict from beneath the attic, staring emptily at the darkened ceiling as he willed for the rat to return. The rat was welcome company. So far he'd preferred it above all the mortals he had encountered, all those who inhabited the mansion, and even his own toys and experiments that were strewn about the attic. But now that an eerie quiet had fallen over the manse, Neros raised his head in encroaching anxiety. He doubted that the new presence had departed and left the place in peace. No, rather, the new presence was approaching.
And it wasn't all that new.
A voice called out from below: "Whether you would like it or not, I'm coming up. Be ready."
The added growl only heightened his fear and and indignation. Neros scrabbled onto his hands and toes, crouching like some beast as he bared his fangs, the hatch swinging open as he snarled loudly in response. His claws curled against the wood as a figure emerged before he could begin to register who the transgressor could possibly be. The trapdoor swung shut and all was dark once more, leaving the two facing one another.
Neros continued baring his fangs, crouching low and set to pounce. But his eyes quickly readjusted to the darkness. His threatening expression slacked as he soon as he gleaned a hint of who his visitor was. A nocturnal flash in his eyes indicated the potency of his nightvision as he relaxed his stance, pushing himself into a mere sitting position as Neros stared up.
"Father Renault?" he murmured incredulously.
And then he sensed another presence below. This one was far easier to recognize. But he immediately understood that this one also intended to intrude, and despite his past connections with this one, this intrusion simply would not do. He glared down and showed his fangs in another feral snarl. It was a warning born of a dragon's voice: deep, rasping, and powerful. The snarl strengthened in volume as his skin prickled more, his hackles high, the pressure of the intrusion closing around him like walls on a claustrophobe.
He was not certain of how she intended to enter, and that was what unnerved him so. He had expected the trapdoor to swing open again and hit Renault in the back of the legs. But it dawned on Neros that fire magic was being cast, and a split second after he realized that detail he heard a terrible noise behind him. Neros swung around to see a shot of flame as intense as the core of the earth had burned right through the attic floor.
Enraged, Neros let loose a deafening roar as Melethia entered. He was trapped between the two.
They would smell the overwhelming stench of carcasses and perhaps see the severed heads hanging from the ceiling. Some corpses were strung up on the walls, some covered in black cocoons of a most unfamiliar magic, one that was produced from crude quintessence mastery. There were puddles of a liquid black substance everywhere that reeked of crude quintessence.
One body on the wall, wrapped in a cocoon, was still barely alive.
Bones were on the floor, shaped into daggers and picks, though some remained as they were; mostly femurs and other such thick bones. A nicely cleaned and polished skull sat somewhere among them. One femur had tooth marks on it.
One cocoon in the corner was crawling with maggot-like creatures — no, they were more lamprey-like. It was dripping with a black substance.
And Neros swung around, trying to keep an eye on both Renault and Melethia, his fury rising at their intrusion.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 3:45 pm
The smells that were in the attic hit Melethia quickly. She covered her nose and mouth quickly. "Oh RANGAROK HOW CAN YOU STAND THAT SMELL!?" She yelled. There were still tears coming down her eyes from the words that Renault said. She looked at Renault and Neros while trying not to throw up from the smell.
"Renault!" She said, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to agree with what my eyes saw. My mind didn't want to think that the person I see before me is you!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 6:21 pm
Amelia was unconscious, there wasn't any doubt about it, but even with her head injury, she was struggling to bring herself back to reality. Dad is here. Dad is here. Wake up! Wake up...! Her body lay motionlessly, even as she mentally struggled, her lithe form limp and still against the mattress, made to appear even smaller by the huge sweater she wore.
Her eyelids flickered ever so slightly as Renault's hand passed over her forehead, followed by the soft, fatherly kiss there. Her hand was lax when he placed something into her hand and curled her fingers in over it. As he turned to see Melethia, though, her body performed what reaction it was capable of in her unconscious state; her hand, grip strengthened by so much training with the lance (and newly, beginner's lessons with the bow) tightened around that object. It would take a lot of effort to actually get her hand to open up again, not unless she woke up from her unconscious slumber. Then everything was as it was before; the back of her head radiated out with pain as she continued to lay motionlessly, a little girl knocked out of consciousness by a 'caring' mother.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 1:23 pm
<[ – K Y Ř O Ş – ]>
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-...I can change your life, rest assured...- "I have seen love in vain..." "...I have felt the pain..." Pots and pans made a raucous cacophony as they were rinsed, scrubbed, and put away, ready for use the next meal. A slightly bored, empty glare came from Kyros as he mindlessly did the work. But, no matter how hard he scrubbed, the food refused to come off of the pan. Anger slowly rising, he let out a purely dissatisfied groan, shaking his head. Who in their right mind would go off and cook curry, of all things, when a love-packed minestrone soup came out just before?
"Ugh, the gall of it all! And they can't even..." Kyros shook his head, rubbing his forehead. With a slightly irritated shout, he turned from the sink, throwing the bowl onto the floor, conveniently masking the bang of a wall being blown out somewhere else in the house. As the Warrior gingerly lifted the bowl, the remnants of the curry fell to the bottom, the metal container freed from the dried curry on its walls. With a minute or so of thought, Kyros picked up the bowl and placed it in the main room, next to the door to the kitchen. Triumph, where ever he may be causing mischief, would have a little snack to come home to, for sure. Of course, in a shining moment of oblivious glory, Renault and Melethia had passed by just as he peeked his head out.
Oblivious to all the goings-on around him, Kyros returned to washing dishes. He'd learned to block out all the raving insanity from living with the lunatics that made up the Learanian Heroes, by the looks of it. "...Torn by desire..." "...Lead by the fire..." (I know what it means to burn.)
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 2:46 pm
The man ignored both of the others for a moment; he had more pressing matters to attend to, such as the hole in the ceiling, through which Heroes would certainly begin moving if it wasn't fixed. He took a moment to move over to it, eyes closing and lips muttering the words to a spell, and light flowed over the opening, closing it off and blending with the wood to create an illusion of normalcy. Unless one moved up to look closely at it, it would appear relatively normal.
Renault then turned, bringing a hand up to smack across the back of Melethia's head. "You call me a monster, then you run back to ask me to forgive you? You're only lucky that I have far more pressing matters to deal with than being angry at you. I will deal with you later, Melethia." He paused for a moment, then felt a slight twinge of pity for her. Though he was used to conditions such as the ones within this space, Melethia's heightened senses must certainly be causing her tremendous discomfort. Tearing a strip from his cloak, Renault reached out and tied it around the woman's mouth and nose, making a makeshift filter. "Try to endure this for a little while longer; it would not be a good idea to leave right now."
Then, he turned his attention to the attic and the one who lived inside it. This space was, even for one such as this, quite horrid. The dead and dying, he did not so much mind, as the unclean and poisoned stench that arose from them. The man bent to touch a bit of the quintessence spilled on the floor, and grimaced. This was nearly how he had begun, wasn't it? He didn't know how he himself had stood it, let alone this one living through it. A small amount of concentration, though, and it was purified, and the man licked his fingers, giving himself just a bit more energy.
"... I'm glad you remember me," he said finally. looking at the... person? Creature? hunched there on the floor. He moved between Melethia and Neros, seating himself quite close to the latter. "Please, calm down... Though Melethia does tend to boisterously enter where she probably shouldn't, I would not intrude upon your privacy unless it were absolutely necessary. And for me, at the moment... it is." He reached out, gently placing a hand on Neros' head, without fear. "Your appearance is different. But you were once my friend, or... my friend was you, I am not sure which is correct. Will you hear me out?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 3:00 pm
Melethia rubbed the back of her head and felt even more sick after that hit from Renault. She was on the verge of losing her dinner. So she was glad when Renault gave her some small relief from the smell.
"Thank you." She said as she looked around. Her eyes stopped at Neros. "Soren?" She said. She was confused. If that was Soren in front of her eyes, why didn't she smell him before now?
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 3:09 pm
Neros regarded the man's behavior in silent suspicion. He tensed as Renault smacked the back of Melethia's head, Neros's wings rippling nervously at this somewhat hostile motion. Neros backed into the wall as Renault then tied cloth around the dragoness's mouth and nose. He tested the atmosphere continually for changes in emotion and mood, detecting anger, sorrow, guilt...
All very familiar sensations.
Neros tensed again as Renault made another movement. It was for a pool of the crude quintessence and the attic dweller flinched, expecting him to lash out —
He ravenously tore at the bread, and when it was all gone he flinched, expecting him to lash out —
But the man did something else entirely. Neros observed as the substance was purified and then consumed. The process itself was wondrous, but Neros was a bit more surprised that Renault was being so passive now.
As Renault shifted to view him, Neros refrained from flinching again, securing eye contact. The attic was his home, after all. Backing down simply would not do. But it was less of territoriality or threat than conflicting feeling over Renault's presence. As much as Neros could explore of his own heart, he could not find a reason to distrust Renault, much less resent his being here. Neros steeled himself as Renault approached and sat in front of him.
He watched warily as Renault reached forth, his own self bursting with the need to snap at Renault for even daring such an action. But doing that came with a sense of guilt. Neros found he didn't want to antagonize this man who had proven to be a trustworthy comrade for so long. And so he sat tame with Renault's hand on his head, his crimson eyes affixed upon the man before him.
Neros silently nodded, folding his wings.
His body trembled suddenly as the wrong name was uttered. Shifting his eyes, he growled.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 4:05 pm
Renault's face stayed the same for a moment, then slowly, his lips split into a small smile. So he would allow Renault to speak with him. That was good. This one was the only chance he would have right now to survive, in fact... But of course, he would have to convince him. Though, considering what Renault held, that shouldn't be too hard... A moment later, the bishop turned towards Melethia, quietly shaking his head. "This isn't Soren," he told her. "He may have once been Soren in some way, but this one is certainly not Soren. I'm unsure what he calls himself, but..." Renault paused for a moment. "The one we know as Soren is elsewhere."
He gave his full attention to Neros now, sitting and folding his arms across his lap to look at the other. So, how to go about this? Never mind the preamble, there was no point. He glanced back at the woman behind him for a moment. "Melethia, you may listen, but this is not for the ears of any other. And please... don't destroy anything else, and stay quiet."
He sighed, glancing up at the ceiling. "So... to put it simply, my body is dying." He looked at Neros to be sure the other understood him. "To have lived this long, my body was partly transformed into that of a morph by having my quintessence drained and then reformed into my own flesh. This way, I was able to keep consciousness while still having the characteristics of a morph. However, due to this, I leak quintessence, so it must be replaced at intervals. Once, I only needed to replace it every ten years or so. Now..." He gestured at the left side of his body. "I have had to replace my quintessence perhaps... eight times in the last month? And the process has been accelerating at an exponential rate. I nearly lost control of myself earlier, as I'd waited too long. Right now, it's advanced so far that I'm already beginning to lose coherent thought. Within the next few hours, I'll degenerate into the same condition I was just in."
The man paused for a moment, then began to dig in his bag. "The quintessence in this room, to one such as myself, is easily noticeable. So I knew you may be able to help me. You are the only one, as well... I doubt that any others here have even touched quintessence. So, I will make you an offer." He paused in his search to give Neros his full attention. "I will teach you all you wish to know of quintessence, the collecting of it, the purifying of it, and perhaps even how to create beings from it. But in return, I ask that you will assist me in rebuilding my body; I won't be able to do this myself." His hand withdrew from his bag, closed around something. "I offer you this, as proof of my good intentions." He reached out, taking Neros' hand, and placed in it a small, stoppered bottle, filled with a swirling blue liquid. "This is the quintessence of someone precious..." He paused for a moment, then gave Neros a soft smile. "I may have failed in protecting her, but... this is her quintessence. I know that you will feel it is as precious as I have." Neros would know immediately what he meant; Renault had no doubt.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 5:15 pm
Melethia tried to let all the information soak into her mind. All it was doing though was making her more emotional. Neros may have been Soren. Renault was dying and there was nothing she could do to help. Melethia felt for the first time in her life, useless. The tears were flowing even more. She pulled her knees to her head and cried softly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:26 pm
Neros listened keenly and raptly. Renault's face was, at first, distinct in his eyes, the movements of the jaw and lips as he spoke clear upon the screen of his mind. But the more the man delved into his background and his situation, the more Renault's image slipped in favor of sound entirely. Eventually Neros was staring bleakly right through the man. His focus had gone entirely to his ears, absorbing each word, echoing each sentence into his skull.
He was fairly unaware of the fact that he was nodding with every other sentence, but dread closed on around his heart nevertheless as he began to surmise just what was happening to Renault. Neros cocked his head slightly as the realization hit him that Renault, quite possibly, was dying. A faint sadness clouded his spirit when he acknowledged this man, so powerful and wise and charitable (not to mention a trusted friend), was beginning to wither by the boundaries of time.
Neros shifted into another position to get comfortable, lying on the ground and curled like a beast, his head held high to further capture Renault's words. Potent waves of sorrow emanated from Melethia nearby. Neros glanced past the man a few times toward her, sympathizing. At the same time a voice in the back of his head cackled. Sympathy? That personality showed through as Neros's lips cut into a wide grin, and he chuckled quietly with the reason being completely unapparent. His claws clicked against the floorboards as he made himself more comfortable.
He nodded again to confirm the copious amounts of quintessence present. What surprised him, however, was that Renault intended to strike a deal. Intrigued, Neros cocked his head again and lifted a wing to accentuate. Now Renault really had his attention. Neros grinned again now that he was amused, the voice in the back of his mind guffawing at the world, blending with the remorse stirred by the possibility of Renault's passing.
No, no, no, he didn't want Father Renault to go away.
Neros was frowning now. Loneliness had stung him for his entire existence, even throughout the life before that, whispering lies into his petty little head and twisting his mind to the ways it suffered now. Renault must have been lonely too. With the years he had lived, there was little doubt of loneliness. And if Renault went away, Neros's world would be that much emptier.
An offer. He could attain the secrets of quintessence, perhaps the very things his precious Lady Madriana once knew, in return for keeping Renault alive and whole. That was quite a bargain. And how droll! Neros was being optimistic! But was that not to be expected? The chance to stave off a beloved friend's death with the opportunity to obtain elaborate arcane secrets...
A leather-bound journal lay sprawled on a desk beside a sparsely covered bed. "The Door" blared across the top of a page; notes fueled by sleepless nights, lovesick paranoia, and bloodthirsty madness spilled across every blank available.
"I offer you this, as proof of my good intentions."
Neros fixed his gaze on a little bottle, offered to yours truly. He felt Renault pressing the delicate object into the palm of his hand and, as though it was a reflex, slowly closed his claws around it. Perhaps it was his imagination, but the bottle seemed to resonate a purity that surpassed the many things he'd witnessed, something that touched even his atrophied heart. Neros stared down and believed it was potent enough to possess a faint glow.
"I know that you will feel it is as precious as I have."
And quite abruptly, he understood. Regret took root in his heart as he began to reminisce the ages he had spent in Learania, the people he had met, the life he had before it. He furrowed his brow a bit as he began to slip the bottle into a secure part of his robe.
Partway, Neros hesitated. He opened his mouth to ask something, but something else came out as Melethia's cries drifted across the silence.
"Melethia," he whispered in that velvet voice, disrupted by the rasp of disuse. He gestured toward himself with a wing. "Come now, no tears. Come here..."
He resumed the question he had begun. "You would trust me with something so prized? My fingers are...shaky, and my work is...soiling."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:37 pm
Melethia gave Neros a hug. It was a small one though.
"I feel so useless." She said softly. "Renault's dying, and I can't do anything to save him. I've never felt this way my whole life. I don't want Renault to die. I care about him...almost as much as I care about Soren." The tears were now falling onto Neros. Melethia couldn't stop crying.
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