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 Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:54 pm
One would say that in the midst of a all out invasion wasn't really the time for it but really, what better time than now? What only time, other than now?
"You always did enjoy a party."
Only the sand heard her arrival, upon a temporarily deserted area of the island. But it wasn't deserted by coincidence or convenience, proven by the bodies of several other hunters strewn nearby like scattered rocks. Her hand brushed against the beach-smoothed edge of a rock, her knuckles brushing past the eroded remains of a symbol. The protector-- no, she had to go back in time to this, to her older title. The heiress of death, sunk her heels into the sand, leaving her barefoot as she stepped out into the cold sea water. Her feet, unlike the scars marking her body, were pristine. Guarded by the armor she wore, now stripped partially on the ground.
"To sleep, perchance to dream--"
The rest of the line was to remain unquoted.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 12:12 am
"Am I to be Ophelia, fair Death?" The doctor leaned against an outcropping of rocks, just beyond the tide's reach. His earlier angry still lingered, banked and smoldering behind a pleasant smile. The sight of the creature before him made that small curl of the lips come more naturally. She'd grown since he'd last had the pleasure.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 1:56 am
"But Ophelia never fought to live, did she?" Aisa tipped her head back, her placid smile in the face of his simmering wrath. Fleeting moments of the tragic plotline filled the unspoken tension, similarly compared to the bloody scene that happened where Aisa stood many years ago.
A calculated pause. "But Laertes did. Kreios did suit that role, to a somewhat flawed degree." She couldn't help herself, from walking where she had thought she saw him. Was it around here .. or perhaps, a step to the right might do. it was strange, how memories were never clear. Like grains of sand, amongst all the rest.
"Was that where you stood?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 2:14 am
"But I so very rarely have to fight in order to live, sweet Demise. But Laertes is certainly apt," he hummed thoughtfully as he stood up to follow, to circle, to wade through the delicious tragedy that still lingered on the edge of her words. "To thine own self be true."
The smile that followed was far more gentle and genuine than most had ever witnessed of the Life leader, "You understand." Several steps away, he held his hand out to her, "And it was here."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 2:38 am
Aisa's hand linked with Dr. H's coarse fingers, the pressure lightening at first. Her nails pressed sharply on his palm, only leaving light crimson crescents. Perhaps his smile, a far less poisonous one than she was used to, inspired a benevolent show of restraint. Restaint was one of the best she could muster, although tears would never be within Aisa's range. A lesser female might have but the doctor, Aisa, and the one who resided here .. Well, lesser females weren't a part of their tastes.
She was careful not to press her head against his chest, where she had once done before the clans fell.
"I do. But my adorable Laertes .. Was he an apt enough fight for you?"
The victor had been clear at the time.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 2:52 am
"Ohh...yes, quite," the smile quirked, almost playfully. The brief, sweet pain of her grip and the restraint she showed did not go unappreciated. Pulling her closer, the doctor's thumb lightly brushed the back of her hand as he took a step back. "It was here as well."
A small, graceful dip as he led her through another step, "And here."
The sound of battle and things gone terribly, terribly wrong hummed gently in the distance. A muted song of destruction that played as the doctor and Death recreated the dance of one who was lost it to years past.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 3:21 am
Only time and their battles before this, lessened the degree of pain that had been unbearable back then. But the steel Aisa developed since then was not the pivotal point of support that kept this dance going, it was that very same pain.
A fact unaware to even Aisa, until now.
A halting step, a pause, as Aisa stopped near the water. Without realizing, even though knowing where his destination stood, she realized where she was standing. The instant her bare heel lowered, her breath shook in the frigid salt air. The doctor took Aisa to where she had done a most fatal pause on the battlefield. The realization wrapped itself around Aisa, sticky like the salt air.
"You know, Doctor.." She pressed her hand against his lips, her naked palm silencing his breathing, the human warmth of a moist breath against her cold skin. The most direct contact, since their last encounter. ".. you visit the grave of a male who would have never gone to yours. Your tempting words only speak the sweet truth, while his would never say anything other than precious lies. Yet.."
There were too much, between the doctor and her former guardian. A muted song that she would never hear, no matter how bady she wanted to, once more.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 3:38 am
Silently, he sighed against her, eyes low and heavy as he took in the emotions that filled the air. It wasn't just the soft, breathless pain of the woman, nor his own pleasure, both current and remembered, no...
He kissed her palm, cradling it in his own, "Lies are a kindness, poignant Lady. For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come..."
As the doctor's voice trailed off, the fog of the beach seemed to briefly stir with soft, echoing whispers.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 3:43 pm
" .. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil.." Aisa relaxed her palm against his, her other hand taking a moment to trace the outline of the doctor's perfectly sculpted face. She could feel the prickly remnants of a night of sleep lost, thanks to their invasion. It reminded her, that the doctor was a thorny enemy, his whips equally so.
This single moment in history was free of it all, the entanglements and complexities of their past. Free of what was to come. But only for a short time, as it would resume soon.
"While both our anger and my insanity are at bay, doctor, will you tell me one last truth?"
Aisa's husky whisper against his ear, her body a little less defenseless and closer. Parallel remnants of their battle at the clans.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 4:02 pm
Hand resting on her hip as the distance between them closed, the doctor's head bent down to meet her own, eyes tracing the proud line of her jaw, the soft dark wave of her hair against the pale, delicate shell of her ear. "Voilà une belle mort," he whispered, almost too softly to hear. There was speculation and a touch of wonder as he spoke. But as all things between them, it was simply a moment, slipping past through the hourglass a piece at a time until only a lingering after image remained to either.
"You have only to ask."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 7:29 pm
"His words of dying .. Your words of dying, neither would have mattered to me. But.." She paused, Aisa faltered, her power of speech robbed as she looked up into the doctor's eyes. A greedy moment longer, to simply trace those eyes.
".. If it had been me that day, what might have you said to me? Would those words be any different from now, if I died right here?"
Her uninvited company on this island was likely one of the few and this subdued encounter was one of the last. Aisa wanted to end that day's events here and now, a damning curiosity that had been plaguing her since. Yet, the events of that day would never have been changed, even if given a choice. She would have gladly thrown her protector forward to save her own life because both the doctor and Aisa knew, meaningless sacrifices were meaningless.
Aisa had been far too important to the cause, back then and now as precious specimens.
She did so enjoy the cultured meaning behind the doctor's every word.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:38 pm
The doctor lifted her hand to his chest, "Ah...but it was you that day, fair finis." Some messages were best sent through actions rather than words. Her boy's existence had been a rather emphatic one, to say the least. He traced her fingers along the familiars lines of the rune she'd placed there not long ago, though a vast chasm of lives lost separated the two points in time.
There were no apologies in his gaze as he went on, "Alas it's not something that bears repeating, as it's purpose served. Time and Death may walk hand in hand, but you, my Lady, are no more immune to the changes borne in it's wake than I. The only constancy you may be reassured of is..."
He bent over her hand and pressed his lips against the soft chill of her flesh, "...the pleasure I take in your company."
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 2:27 am
"So that day .." Aisa recalled the memories she had long shelved, suddenly brought forth in overwhelmingly new clarity. Her surprise echoed in silence, the sticky salt air clinging to them both. Her hand brought forward, against the white fabric .. That coat gave little credit to the masculine chest underneath.
It shouldn't surprise Aisa, that even in the midst of a battle, the doctor remembered every stroke of Aisa's finger with an almost frightening precision. His kiss left behind a searing warmth, as if marking the ending. A appropriate ending, if not a bit soon.
Never let it be said that Aisa didn't return the favor.
Her fingers hooked onto his coat, dipping forward into the dark dress shirt underneath. The light pressure, although unintended, loosened a button from it's place as Aisa pressed a kiss against the doctor's chest. A purposeful ways off from his heart, as their hearts were the absolute last thing each other wanted.
"Be all my sins remembered." She whispered, her head bent low as one hand smoothed over the white fabric. Aisa's hair flew over her shoulder, as she walked away in the opposite direction. She stooped to pick up her boots by the grave, pausing in her exit. A sudden impulse, pulled at Aisa. She chuckled, kneeling low. "I'd best leave you a line or two, since I know how you'd pretend to sulk, Kreios."
Only a purple feather remained at the scene, on top of Kreios's rock.
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