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 Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:37 pm
a knight by any other name
Title: Lost Location
Starring: Varun and Lucia
Synopsis: With no salt and nothing to relieve the aching in his joints, the walls start to drive Varun crazy again. Sneaking out has worked for him so far, so the seasonal Raevan strikes again. Getting lost on a bus to no where, he meets up with Lucia. Lucia is a very, very pretty girl, as it turns out.
Quote: Too much talking, Varun decided with a huff, fins flattening to the side as he approached the feline Raevan. Too many questions. Did she really need all the answers? The Leviathan sorely doubted it. Flicking his wings to the side, he tipped his head and began to process, sorting each question out with an appropriate answer. "The sky is up," he started balefully, slowly folding his arms over his chest, "I am out here looking for something." He hesitated. "I think. This area?" He shrugged and took his head. "Bad bus. Lucia is not knowing where this is, then?" he sighed, regretting approaching her.
Well, nevertheless. A girl was a girl, and he should treat her nicely, because that's just what you did for girls. Tipping his head to the side, he glanced around at all the smog and dirty buildings and wrinkled his nose, snorting softly. No, this urban disaster was definitely what he had been searching for.
Varun's Opinion: ...I do not know. She is very pretty, though. And needs to be protected.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:38 pm
 tension
Kinsey was in the kitchen. Varun was nestled into the couch, kind of sort of watching the movie she brought home for him as a reward for behaving.
Stupid Kinsey. Stupid stupid Kinsey.
She had no idea.
The leviathan snorted softly and folded his arms over his chest, tucking his arms against his sides tightly. They hurt, they hurt so badly, but he had long since given up trying to explain to his woman how badly he felt. All her solutions did nothing to ease the ache in all his joins, nor did it do anything for the twinging in the back of his head. It was a voice, Varun was sure it was a voice, but he did not understand why this voice was saying things. Or what it wanted. It definitely wanted something.
It never occurred to the redhead he might be imagining the voice. It never occurred to the voice, either. Still, the sea monster did not tell his woman. There was no need, Kinsey was behaving strangely enough as it were. She spoke quietly and never brought him to work. She never left him alone with Ford, stupid dog, and she never let him out of the house. There was fear, there, though Varun could not define the source, only the manifestation. He did not like it, but he was aware it was just one of those things. Just like when one could not chase the clouds away, he could not sway Kinsey’s mood until it swayed itself.
“Varun! Varun, are you listening to me?”
The Raevan blinked lazily and glanced over. “What? What is it you want?” he rumbled crossly, torn from his introverted inspection.
Kinsey scowled. “Don’t get testy with me, Varun. I asked if you were hungry, that was all. God, why don’t you just call the cops!” she snapped, skittering back into the kitchen.
The redhead frowned and floated up off the couch, peering around the wall as Kinsey disappeared as he drifted lazily after her. “Whatfor, Kinsey? You saying Varun is the snappish one.” The seasonal Frei raised his eyebrows once he caught his guardian’s gaze. “Not the only bitey one.”
Kinsey sighed and put one hand on her hip. “Fine. Fine. I’m sorry, Vars. It was a really long day at work today. We were on this case and he got away and…” She smiled half-heartedly and reached out to pat Varun’s shoulder. “Oh, you probably don’t care, do you.”
The redhead simply shrugged, indicating his disinterest without having to voice it. When the sea monster could avoid being rude with his woman, he did. Well, unless he was truly angry, but there was no angry in Varun today. There was frustration, frustration and pain, but the leviathan had enough control to rein it in.
“That’s what I thought.” The smile grew a little wider. “Now, you never answered me, big guy. You hungry? I need to get some groceries soon.”
Varun shook his head, pushing bright red hair behind an ear. “No. Thank you.”
Kinsey’s smile fell and the young woman rubbed her chin worriedly. “You sure, Vars? You haven’t eaten in a while. Not even a little snack?”
The Raevan shook his head again. “Not hungry,” he insisted, leaving no room for debate. He was hurt, he was confused, and he was tired, but he was not hungry. Varun bobbed his head and turned, drifting back towards the couch.
Kinsey stepped after him, watching the listless Raevan quietly. “Well…if you need anything, just let me know, okay?”
Varun did not reply and Kinsey slunk back into the kitchen. The male pride would be the death of him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:40 pm
i want to tear down these walls holding me inside
Title: Seeking Justice
Starring: Varun and Cordelia
Synopsis: Feeling like he's slowly losing his mind trapped behind four walls, Varun makes another get away. In a case of mistaken identity, he might become a raging Cordelia's next victim!Quote: "RATTLEWINGS!" he roared, having had quite enough of this foolishness. "Stop it! Do not fight with me!" His voice took on a low, gravelly tone and he slithered backwards, lowering himself to the ground like a coiling cobra. Varun was the best here, his adversary female or not, and he was not going to bow down and concede to anyone.
He was Varun. He was the high and mighty Leviathan, little did he know, but he certainly felt like the quest he was on was one of divinity. Or just, perhaps, a divine retribution. He had left the apartment with meaning, this much the seasonal Frei knew. He was not going to let an angry Raevan get between him and his destination. There was somewhere he was supposed to be and while he couldn't quite put his finger on it, he was sure it would come. It always came.
Varun's Opinion: Rattlewings...so very wrong, there was something for very wrong. I do not fight with girls. There was something so very wrong.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:55 am
take what you know
"Holy s**t, Vaurn! What the hell happened to your face!?"
Kinsey gaped, gently reaching forward to cup the Raevan's chin, attempting to turn the leviathan's face so she could get a better look at his cheek. The redhead made no attempt to explain himself, simply huffing softly and allowing his woman to inspect the damage. The indigo-haired woman said little more, making aggravated noises as she fluttered between the bathroom and the couch where Varun was floating listlessly. He didn't flinch when she wiped the scratches down, not even when she used the strange, stinging liquid that burned like fire with no heat. She said she was cleaning the wound. The Frei personally believed his woman was punishing him for his misdeed.
A moment later, she gasped and dropped the bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Varun L. Finch! You put a hole in my wall!" she exclaimed, realizing a moment too late the clear liquid was fizzing all over her floor. "s**t," she hissed, crouching down to pick up the bottle before springing off to grab some paper towels. Her Raevan watched the liquid sink into the carpet, sea green eyes dull. The young woman seemed to be frenzied, flitting everywhere with paper towels, muttering to herself and completely forgetting the damage Varun had caused.
At least, for a few minutes anyways.
As soon as the spill had been sopped up, all eyes were back on Varun. "You made a hole in my wall," Kinsey said accusingly. The seasonal Frei did not deny her claim (but he did not affirm it, either). When she realized the redhead had no intentions of answer, she huffed and put her hands on her hips. "What the hell happened, Varun? Scratches on your face? Hole in the wall? What got into you? You can't just go around destroying things, you know! I have to pay to get that fixed!"
Varun still made no attempt to explain himself, let alone apologize.
Kinsey scowled and threw her hands up. "Damnit Varun! Until you tell me what the hell happened, you're grounded! This wouldn't be such a big deal if you'd just tell me the truth!"
When the sea monster didn't even question the meaning of the words (and Kinsey was certain it had never come up in context before), it became apparent the leviathan had no words for his guardian at all. Whatever had transpired in the apartment would remain his little secret.
His little secret indeed, Varun thought tiredly. As baffling as his excursion had been, there was absolutely no need to inform Kinsey. First of all, he knew he wasn't supposed to leave her place, and more importantly, a female and rightly handed his a** to him. The leviathan, lord of the seas, did not lose fights, especially to females. He was supposed to protect them, not fight them! He was in some stage of inner turmoil. No matter what Kinsey said, no matter how she attempted to extract information, she could not compete with the whirlpool ravaging Varun's mind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 7:06 am
my heart is a battle ground
Title: A Far-Off Memory
Starring: Varun and Zul
Synopsis: Varun loses it completely and goes to the place of his death, the sea cliffs by Alex's house.
Quote: Today, Kinsey went to work and this was something Varun was very thankful for. He could not stay any longer. He did not belong in these walls. They could not hold him. They could not hold him here!
A sudden fury erupted through the Raevan and he roared, swiping the lamp off his desk and hurling it at the wall. It shattered, but it was not satisfying. Varun tipped his head back and screamed again, wrath blossoming through his veins, hot as fire pouring through him. Picking up remained of the metal piece of furniture, he swung it at the wall, gashing the weak plaster wide open. Nothing. It did nothing. He felt nothing. Screeching again, the Frei whipped around and grabbed the door, dislodging the hinges from the frame as he threw the door against the wall, leaving a large dent.
He did the same to the front door, tearing his way down the hall and down the many flights of steps, ignoring any looks he got on his way out. There was somewhere he needed to go. Somewhere not here. He could hear the ocean, could taste the salty air. It was calling to him. If he answered her, maybe, maybe this would stop. This unbearable pain, this terrible confusion.
Varun's Opinion: He is strong, Zul. I will see him again, when I get free of walls...
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:01 pm
one more try
"Varun! VARUN!"
Kinsey's cries fell on deaf ears. The redhead snarled and closed his claws around her tighter, yellow eyes shimmering in the dull light as he pushed the young woman beneath the water again. This is what she got, what she deserved. No one kept the leviathan, no one! His will was his own and no one had the right to try and contain him! He was his own soul. He did not belong behind walls, within confinement, this was wrong.
The woman writhed, splashing wildly in the salty water as bubbles escaped from lips and nose, bright eyes wide and growing all the duller. The sea monster grinned toothily, in fact, the smile was basically feral. He snapped his jaw in a needless show of power. He was the master.
He was his own master.
Master.
Varun jolted awake, green eyes bright as he looked around the living room wildly. The TV was still on, talking in muted volumes. He was still on the couch, buried in a nest of blankets. Kinsey was no where to be seen.
Shuddering just a little, the Raevan pushed the bright blue blanket off his otherwise naked torso and glanced around the small apartment. It was dark, the winter sun had gone down hours ago, and the only light came from the small, noisy box. The leviathan scowled and gave it a sharp look, snorting before he floated by. He would return for the chatterbox, though, have no fear. Its time had just not yet come.
Cautiously, Varun peered into the bathroom. It was silent, save for the steady dripping of the tub. (He had had a fight with the faucet earlier in the week.) But there was no pool of water, there was no salt, no cries. There was nothing. There was no one in the bathroom. The Raevan rumbled softly and flicked off the light. He drifted a little further down the hallway and paused in front of Kinsey's room. Worrying his lip with sharp teeth, he rested his hand on the bright gold knob. He should check. He should check on his woman.
But it was just a dream. He had more control of himself than that. He would never...
...but he should still check.
Varun stared blankly at the door. No. He was Varun. He had control of himself, his actions, he wants and needs.
...but still.
Mentally berating himself, the redhead twitched his wings and opened the door. The room was silent still, silent and dark, but there was Kinsey. Kinsey sleeping, unharmed. Not dead. Not drown. Under covers and sheets, safely tucked away from the dread of night and protected by her manmade boundaries. It was for peace of mind. Man made. Man made...
Bristling, Varun flared his wings and floated back, the door clicking shut behind him. It was just a dream. Such a vivid, violent dream. Why? Why would he ever rage against his Kinsey?
Bewildered, the Raevan shuddered and cast off his clothing. Man made. Not his, made by man. Not his.
The Frei shuddered again and slipped in to his room, forgetting all about the clothing shed on the floor. Sliding into the dark of night, Varun said nothing, he thought nothing, and he stared out the window, wondering, wondering, why wasn't he outside?
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:06 pm
all this time, i can make it right
Title: The Search Party
Starring: Varun, Kinsey, LuLu and Josh
Synopsis: LuLu has gone missing! Josh asks Kinsey and Varun to help him find his Raevan, and Varun is quick to step in and take charge.
Quote: Varun acted as though he was considering her request for about half a minute before shaking his head. Kinsey opened her mouth to argue and the redhead opened his arms, allowing Josh to fall to the floor. Smiling wickedly, he tilted his head and pointed towards the forest. "I will go this way. You can go somewhere else. Unlikely you two find anything, anyways." The naked Raevan grinned wildly and slipped into the forest.
"...wh-what the? VARUN. VARUN FINCH. YOU COME BACK HERE, DON'T YOU IGNORE ME."
Varun's Opinion: LuLu is mine, my friend. Her Josh does not take care of her well enough, she was covered in wounds! That is wrong! Not appropriate, not at all, not at all...
Kinsey's Opinion: ...he attacked a bear. Barring the fact that he refuses to wear clothing and backsassed me the entire time, Varun went after a bear. At first I thought this over-inflated ego thing was kind of cute, but, uh. Yeah. He attacked a bear. I gotta draw some kind of line. He's getting completely out of control!
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:14 pm
what if we start again?
Title: Dethroned
Starring: Varun, Kinsey, and Dr. Kyou
Synopsis: Kinsey brings Varun to the lab so Dr. Kyou can administer the cure. Varun fights, valiantly, but he's finally subdued.
Quote: It didn't stop him from growling at everything that moved on the bus ride. Plenty of people stared, between the naked half-torso and the woman sitting next to him with more than enough clothes for the two of them. Kinsey ignored it; Dr. Kyou had found a cure and it didn't really matter who gawked at them now. The young cop just wanted her charge to be better. (Whatever better meant, but putting clothes on and lack of destruction of her house would be a pretty good start, since Varun seemed to take offense to every single door in the apartment.)
The ride didn't take as long as the young woman feared. As soon as the bus breaks squealed to a stop, Kinsey was up and dragging his charge off. For once, he did not protest too much. Sick or not, he still hated buses. They found the lab quickly, and found Dr. Tsu's office shortly after that. Kinsey shuddered and wrapped her arms around her chest, glancing over at her naked charge. "You okay, Vars?"
"Varun!" he snapped, baring his teeth. "I am not okay. We are here, there was a bus. No. Not okay." As if there were any question.
Varun's Opinion: ...no talking about this.
Kinsey's Opinion: ...he's going to go back to normal now, right...?
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 3:54 pm
'tis the season
"Kinsey. The door."
"It's not the door, Varun. It's the buzzer. It means there's someone downstairs that wants me."
The Raevan snorted and rolled his eyes haughtily, crossing his hands over his chest. "Not for you. The wall asked for me. Varun." The redhead tossed his head. "Varrrrrun."
"I heard you the first time," Kinsey grumbled, looking up from her paper. "Who on earth would be here to visit you? Did you invite any friends over, or something?" The young woman frowned at her charge. He hadn't been the same since...well, he wasn't the same, and she definitely wouldn't put it past the seasonal Frei to invite his friends over without permission.
"I do not know. I will go see." He shrugged and floated towards the door, quickly slipping out.
"If you aren't back here in-"
Varun rolled his eyes and shut the door.
He returned a few minutes later, a brightly wrapped box in his hands. Floating over to Kinsey, he put the present on the counter.
"Who is Santa? Why does he have a list? Whatfor?" the Raevan asked crossly.
Kinsey slapped her forehead. "It's just...just one of those things, Varun. Uh...uh, I know we don't have a tree, but, uhm..."
"Of course there is no tree. This is a house. For living. Not trees." He rolled his eyes, giving Kinsey a look like he'd just said the most obvious thing in the world. When she just rolled her eyes back at him, the redhead sighed dramatically and fluttered his wings before picking up his gift and giving it a shake. "I think this is a good holiday. Gifts for Varun."
The leviathan began to purr.
Kinsey stared. This was going to be a long holiday.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 5:33 pm
what if we start again?
Title: Afraid This Might Be Perfect
Starring: Kinsey and Phiel
Synopsis: Kinsey goes on a date with Phiel. In the mean time, Varun sneaks off and ends up with a friend for the evening as well.
-both in progress-
Varun's Opinion: ...!!!
Kinsey's Opinion: ...
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 5:53 pm
i will not bow
The apartment was silent, save for the occasional crush of rare, mid-winer thunder rolling through.
"VARUN L. FINCH. WHAT THE ******** IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"
Kinsey got no reply, barely having enough time to duck behind the wall as a mug whizzed by her head. The young woman cringed as ceramic dishware shattered against the eggshell wall, ducking her head a fraction closer to her body as the Raevan across the room tipped back his head and allowed another deafening roar to rip forth from his lungs.
Green eyes wide and wild, he flared his nostrils and surveyed his meager territory. This was his. Even without the virus to poison his mind, Varun remained convinced that this was his, as Kinsey was his, as the rest of the world was his, his, his. The Raevan hissed, flapping his wings erratically as he reached into the sink and plucked another piece of dishware from murky water. He considered it briefly, eying the way the clouds swirly across the black, glossy paint before he would up and hurled the glass into the living room. It crashed and shattered; a smile ghosted over Varun's lips and something danced in his eyes as he considered the mess. His woman was screaming at him, but the redhead could not make any sense of the female's words. It was all some strange blur, it was just noise.
Snorting softly, Varun reached into the sink, but this time, his pale hands found nothing beneath the thin layer of foam floating atop the not-quite-clear water. The redhead paused, shifting slightly to peer as though he didn't trust his fingers before retracting his hand. For a moment, the Frei seemed at a loss; the snap and rustle of his beating wings began to slow. The hissing stopped. Facial features relaxed and for a fleeting moment, Kinsey believed the storm had passed.
Peering out from behind her safe hold, the police officer quickly realized how very mistaken she was. Varun howled, eyes bright and wings stretched as far as thin flesh would allow. Water was gushing from the sink, and if the young woman didn't know better, she'd have sworn there was a tiny whirlpool raging within the confines of her kitchen. But she knew better. Varun had been cured of his disease and those violent tendencies and wild needs to act out were frozen.
The leviathan knew better. Fingertips barely tracing the surface of his latest creation, he watched Kinsey, watched the way her head bobbed back and forth, and he laughed. He laughed without knowing why; there was absolutely nothing amusing about this situation. There was nothing funny about the way his woman would not approach him; there was nothing funny about the way his head was buzzing. The thunder rolled through him like an electric current and the calm was gone.
This time, Varun screamed, clutching his head and shifting sideways. The hairs on the back of Kinsey's neck stood up and if she did not see the Raevan, full of health and bursting with life right before her, she would have sworn that was a scream of mortal pain.
"Varun," she breathed, extending a hand towards the Frei.
He recoiled, snapping his jaws as he pried one eye open. The thunder crashed again, quieter, Kinsey noted, the storm must be passing, but her bright-eyed charge did not seem to make the same connection. Varun pressed his hands over his fins harder and keened, a low, pitiful noise. He was quaking, bones rattling and fins quivering as his entire body shook. The snapping anger had drained from his bright green eyes, replaced by only fear, so bright and piercing that Kinsey almost did not recognize the shining emotion, not when the leviathan had buried it beneath rage and overwhelming displays of power.
Varun was afraid.
For the very first time, Kinsey was truly of the raging creature.
Prying herself away from his hiding spot, she strode over to the Frei and took a hand. It was no surprise that Varun ripped away from her touch and Kinsey did not find herself offended the Raevan felt the need to hiss, felt the need to remind her the power he held in his delicate little fingers.
"It's okay, baby. It will be okay."
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 8:51 am
carry on my wayward son
Kinsey had been spending more and more time with Phiel. She called him her ‘boyfriend’. It was a stupid concept, as far as Varun was concerned. Yes, he was a male, and yes, he claimed to be his Kinsey’s friend, but that certainly didn’t warrant any special treatment as far as the Leviathan was concerned. Prajna was a…wait. No. Sevilin wasn’t really his friend either. He barely knew Zul. Rivener and Xiu? The redhead growled, fins pressed flat against his skull. No. Perhaps he had no male friends after all, and this is why he did not spend time with his ‘boyfriends’. Kinsey’s customs were very strange.
Still, strange or no, it left Varun with an increasingly large amount of time left home alone. Kinsey was certain to never leave him for the night; should she ever need to work an overnight shift, she arranged for her brother or her mother to come and watch the feisty sea monster. Her apartment was only so big, after all, and the Frei had long since proven it was not nearly enough to match his wild spirit. The large number of holes in the drywall could attest to the fact; Kinsey had given up trying to stop the redhead. Her security deposit was lost at this point and she had resorted to covering the holes with pictures, posters and whatever else she could hang on the wall. Varun counted it as a victory.
Tonight was not any different from any other night. Kinsey was working late with Ford and Varun was home, alone. And he was hungry. Giving his reflection a cross look, the Raevan tossed his had and floated out of the bathroom, leaving the light on just to spite his guardian. She shouldn’t have left him so late, anyways. If she was staying out, her mother would surely come soon, and she did not stand for any of Varun’s tomfoolery. (To be honest, it made Varun quite pleased his Kinsey did not take after the large woman, for she was loud and tended not to be intimidated by any of the Leviathan’s tactics.)
He was not going to be subjected to such torment again. Not tonight! Green eyes flashing towards the locked door, Varun drifted into the kitchen as he glanced around casually. There was an orange pad of sticky notes sitting on the counter. Grabbing a lime green pen from a cup, Varun quickly scrawled ‘OUT’ in all caps, making sure to stab the pad to make a nice dot. Kinsey had only just starting in her attempts to teach him to write, but the Frei wrote with conviction, even if he often just mashed letters together and attempted to convince Kinsey he knew exactly what he was writing anyways. Sticking the note on the refrigerator, the Leviathan stole an elastic band from the Cup of Things and tied up his long, silky hair before unlocking the door and slipping outside.
Those who lived and worked nearby the apartment complex had grown accustomed to seeing the brightly-colored Raevan appear every now and then (though his appearances were becoming much more frequent as spring approached). The further into Durem he ventured, the more strange looks Varun got, but he did not spend the majority of his time snapping his jaws at strange men, as was slowly becoming habit for the Leviathan. Instead, he was on a mission, to the local grocery store, no less. He was hungry, and that meant wandering around the store until he found something out of season. It was still early spring; something like strawberries or blueberries or what was that!?
Halfway through changing the berries back to mere buds, something silver and shimmering caught the Leviathan’s eye. A little girl pranced by, a little tiara sitting on her head and a fairy wand in her hand as she tapped various fruits, speaking nonsense. Varun’s wings flared, eyes wide as he skated after the child. She was wearing a crown. Surely this foolish human was not a princess? He had met a princess, her name was Sa’ida and she was the fairest in all the land, surely. What right did this girl have to don a crown? Call herself a fairy princess as she might, the Leviathan knew what a fairy was. They were tiny and caused mischief, fluttering around on their tiny wings. (He’d seen movies, okay. No one needed to know he watched a movie with fairies in it.) This girl was not a fairy, she was a liar,
Slithering up behind the child, he plucked the crown from her messy brown hair and hissed “You do not deserve this,” before settling the tiara upon his own brow, flaring wings and fins just for effect. The girl let out a bloodcurdling shriek, throwing her wand down as she began to stamp her feet and wail for her mother.
Varun shot backwards, startled by the sudden eruption of noise from a human so small. Perhaps they lost their ability to roar so shrilly when they grew?
Clamping his hands against his bright yellow fins, Varun bared his fangs and hissed like the snake that he was, ribbon thrashing violently as he tried to intimidate the child into submission. She screamed all the louder and patrons began to look over as the child continued to have a temper tantrum. Her mother had come sprinting over, trying to decipher her daughter’s choked sobs when a man pointed at Varun and the woman spied the crown.
“You give that back to Amanda right now!” she shrieked, no less shrill than her sobbing child. “I’m calling security, you freak, give it here!”
“NO!” Varun refused, baring his fangs again as he lunged forward. Woman or not, she was clearly defying him and enabling her child’s demented self-illusions. “Yours does not deserve this. She is no princess, nor a fairy, she is just a dirty liar. This is MINE.” Curling his laps back into a fierce snarl, the fire in sea green eyes just dared the stranger to challenge him.
“YOU THIEF!” the woman screamed. “She was just playing pretend, you ignorant piece of- Oh, someone call security! Security!”
A small crowd began to gather, the screaming child behind her screaming mother and the half-torso floating across from her, all snarls and angry words as the pair circled each other like street dogs scrabbling for the last shred of meat. The large security man had to push his way through, reaching over to grab Varun’s arm with a “Come on now, son, just-” when the Seasonal Frei wheeled around with serpentine grace, sinking his jaws across the man’s throat until his eyes rolled back and his weight sagged.
Only then did the redhead release the unconscious man. No one touched him like that. The distraction did give his adversary a moment to pull out her bright pink cellphone and make a quick call, and the face off resumed, though the Mother of the Year was starting to look like she was tiring. Varun was confident in his victory when a black and white car pulled up to the small grocery store, red and blue lights flashing. Varun wrinkled his nose, distracted briefly when a pair of people burst in, trailed by a large German Shepherd.
“Ma’am, I understand you have a domestic disturbance?” the uniformed male was saying, the female resting one hand on her taser and the other on her dog as she glanced around. “Can you-”
“Varun?” The woman looked flabbergasted as she jogged over to the produce section. “VARUN L. FINCH, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”
The other cop quickly followed, pulling something out of his back pocket. “Kins, what’s going on?” He paused, spying the redhead floating above the unconscious security man. “This is your Varun? Kinsey, you realize we gotta arrest him, right? He just knocked that guy out. Cold.” Even if he was already coming to, Kinsey’s partner was pulling out his handcuffs.
“Let me do it,” Kinsey replied, “or you might well loose your arm.”
The look on her face one Varun never seen before, he swiveled his head and watched as she marched around behind him, gently pulling pale arms behind his back as she began to rattle off some speech about rights to silence. He was unamused, and frankly, unimpressed until he heard a soft clink! and suddenly felt cold metal across his wrists. He began to pull and tug, writing quickly becoming frantic when he realized Kinsey had trapped his arms behind him. The Leviathan exploded with a spine-tingling roar, thrashing wildly as he threatened to take out any bystanders in his epic throes.
“Varun, wait! You’re going to hurt someone! Varun, listen to me!”
“TRAITOR!” he screeched, swinging around with jaws wide open.
A moment later, he hit the floor, body trembling violently as electricity pulsed through him. Kinsey gasped and her partner let out the breath he’d been holding, hands still trembling on his taser.
“Kinsey, I- I didn’t want to, he just-”
“…it’s okay,” she replied quietly, looking away from the brightly colored mess trembling on the floor. “We need to take him in.”
She glanced back down as her fellow cop began to hoist Varun up by the elbow, catching the Raevan’s gaze and mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.
Varun snorted and looked away, silver crown askew as his lips curled into his ugly snarl. Kinsey knew she was not forgiven.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:04 am
seeking a momentary fix
It had been a long time. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Domination of time had no meaning for the biblical beast. He had not spoken to Kinsey for such a great length, the Leviathan had forgotten the sound of his own voice. Oh, he would roar, he would roar and scream and shriek, force the young woman away from him. Out of his space, out of his space! He had no time for traitors, no tolerance for tricksters. She had struck him down with lightning with several humans as her witness. Who did his guardian think she was, God? A small flick and twitch of wings and the beast made a soft, hissing noise.
So much thought had been dedicated to the idea of an entity. God. God what, God who? What was this supposed being in the sky, master of creation? There was a Lord who’d given rise to the Leviathans, and Varun knew, he just knew, this Lord had taken something away from him. Or had he taken away someone? Or was there? He had heard, somewhere…but there was never any proof. The sea monster could not remember this being, never mind why he should, or what they might have taken from him. The fins on his head flared out to the side and the creature hisses again, shifting his gaze up to the apartment ceiling. His room is all but destroyed, holes punched through drywall and ceiling tiles. Varun knew, but he did not know enough. He had learned to read (to a degree) and writing came after. Words were scrawled across books and paper and walls, letters copied and sentences half-heartedly threaded together. Kinsey had tried to wash the wall, once. The redhead promptly exploded the wash bucket in her face, the Leviathan imploding some sort of whirlpool as he raged and screeched. After that, the cop was no longer allowed in his limited domain, the prince of the sea unable to deal with the idea of even his inner sanctum threatened. Police trained or otherwise, the young woman unable handle the sea monster when he truly put his mind to destruction. She brought him food, when he needed to eat, she brought him books and comics when he wished to read, and if his guardian was really good, Varun would let her brush his hair and pull it up into a bun. But she was not forgiven. The moment she tried to straighten his vest or touch his cheek, the biblical serpent would withdraw, hissing fiercely.
Today was no different.
“Varun! I’m home!” Kinsey called as she unlocked her door and allowed her German Shepherd inside. His nails clicked across the kitchen tile, the dog being fed before the officer’s booted feet treaded down the hall. That’s nice, the Leviathan thought, hands covered in deep royal blue and bright crimson red paint as he traced letters and words onto the wall. They were engraved in his mind, no matter how many times he wrote them over and over, he could not get them out. They would not leave him in peace!
Traitor traitor traitor traitor traitor.
All over his wall, in an array of colors and sizes, smooth and rough, scratched out and scribbled over. His handwriting was atrocious, but what could one really expect from a sea monster? Suddenly his door creaked open and Varun whirled, entire body straining as he growled and bared sharp teeth. What, he wished he could demand, what for. But Kinsey was not worthy of his voice. She was lucky she fed him, she was lucky he had no where else to go, no idea what he was supposed to do, or he would have gone. She had betrayed him. She had hurt him. Fortunately (or perhaps not so), the young woman was able to read the creature’s expressive body language. With a heavy sigh, she pushed a hand through her short hair. There were dark marks under her eyes, a certain exhaustion creeping in on her optimism and hope. “I was just checking in, baby.” Fingers clenched and the Leviathan’s ribbon lashed, his eyes narrowing as he slowly stalked towards his guardian. He was not anyone’s baby, much less hers.
“Okay, okay! Relax Varun!” How long could he go on hating her, she wondered. “Are you hungry? Do you want something?” Kinsey dodged the novel thrown at her head, a well-versed move by now. “Do you want to go out? We could go to the pool or-”
The Seasonal Frei screeched, something bloodcurdling and feral as he rushed the young woman standing in his doorway, fists swinging. She slammed the door, the beast throwing himself against the wood seconds later. So the pool was out of the question, clearly. Kinsey pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing heavily as the Raevan continued to throw himself against the flimsy barrier between them. Was this normal, she found herself wondering for the one-hundredth time. Perhaps she should call Dr. Kyou - but then she would have to explain why the Leviathan was upset in the first place. No, that wouldn’t do. She’d just have to appease him for now - this storm would have to pass at some point, wouldn’t it?
“Okay, okay! I’m going to run errands, I’ll bring you back some more paint.” The thumping stopped. Kinsey thought she heard the folding of wings and exhaled relief. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
When would he forgive her?
Varun listened to the boots disappear back down the hallway, to the front door open and close. Wrinkling his nose, he smeared a handprint across a small bit of white space left on his wall.
When would she repent for her sins?
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 5:22 am
the aftermath is secondary
The paint was not enough. But then again, it was never enough. Not the paint, not the comic books, not even the seasonal flowers or fruits Kinsey picked up especially for the Leviathan’s dinner. These things were expensive and hard to find (especially since he could only feed on things out of season here - strawberries in winter were expensive, winter fruits from foreign lands didn’t come cheap either!). No matter what Kinsey brought, what she tried to surprise the temperamental serpent with, he came back with a hiss, snatching the bag from her clutches and retreating into his lair to examine his latest prize. At last she knew he was still alive, she supposed. Every once in a while she’d be allowed to stand in his doorway, like a peasant being allowed to stand before the alter, and brush Varun’s hair. He couldn’t reach the bottom of his luscious locks and couldn’t stand snarls even more than he couldn’t tolerate Kinsey. If she was really, truly lucky, he’d allow her to wash his hands as well, though most days, touching the Leviathan was practically a sin in and of itself. He’d jerk away with a hiss and a snap of his jaw, behaving as if the simply brush of flesh had electrocuted him like that day in the supermarket. Varun was obsessed. He just couldn’t let it go.
Kinsey sat on her couch, picking at a microwave dinner. Potstickers, filled with vegetables and coated in some sort of sticky brown sauce. Clearly, she’d nuked the meal for entirely too long, but she’d never been known for her domesticity, least of all, her amazing cooking skills. With her time-consuming job and emotionally draining charge, it was pretty amazing the young woman remembered to eat at all. That being said, she’d lost quite a few pounds between the stress and the physical demands of patrolling the city with her partner and Ford. It worried her mother - at least she still had the time to visit her family on Sundays, even if Varun now refused to leave his inner sanctum. What would get him to move? What could possibly be holding the creature back.
Anger, she’d expected. But she’d never known the Leviathan to be silent about his wants or needs. After her partner tazed him, she’d expected a violent reaction. Perhaps to break free of their custody, or ream her out for embarrassing him once they got home. But there was none of that, the redhead simply glowered until he was released. Once back to the apartment, he fled to his room and promptly destroyed it. (The fact that he had written ‘traitor’ all over the walls was disconcerting at best.) She’d never seen him come out, not even to sink cups in the tub. While she’d like to think her charge snuck out around the small place while she was not at home, but there never seemed to be a so much as a pillow out of place. It wasn’t like Varun to clean things up after himself. His room had a certain sense of organization to it, but only the sea monster seemed to know which way was up.
Setting her half-eaten dinner to the side - potstickers got rather gummy when they were cold (and microwaved) anyways - the woman got up and dusted herself off. She hadn’t even changed out of her uniform yet, exhausted by the busy day. On her way to her room, she knocked on Varun’s door. A few minutes later, it swung open, revealing the Frei grousing to himself as he tried to brush his hair, so long, he couldn’t even reach the end. “Oh,” Kinsey murmured, “let me help.” Without thinking, she reached for the brush captured in tangles and snarls, despite the silent protests meeting her offer. The officer got one hand on the brush and promptly received knuckles across the side of her face. In a bright yellow and orange blue, the whirlwind retreated back into his shell like a hermit crab, slamming the door so hard it was a wonder it remained on his hinges. For several minutes, Kinsey stood, stunned, raising her fingers to her cheek. She was probably going to have a bruise, she noted duly. Varun had hit her. Varun had hit her. What had she done to make him so nervous that he would lash out like that? She wasn’t even the one who’d tazed him!
“Varun…” she sighed, and the door thumped, a book falling on the other side. The officer knew it would probably be several days before she saw him again. “For the love of…” She needed help. But who could she call? Not Dr. Kyou, too much explaining involved, especially with the tazer… It wasn’t her finest moment of guardianship, that. But who else kn- Alex! Alex seemed to know plenty about Raevans. Between that and Zul, surely one of them would have some sort of advice on the seasonal Frei’s perpetually awful mood. Yes, that was it. Maybe she would call Alex…
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 8:20 am
from the outside looking in
Title: walking on water
Starring: Kinsey and Alex
Synopsis: Kinsey needs advice, so she calls Alex up and the ladies have a little get together. Sans Varun, naturally.
-in progress-
Varun's Opinion: ...
Kinsey's Opinion: ...
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