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 Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 1:38 pm
This is a private role-play for
Melisande (Aki Ana)
and
Rivener (Aphismet)
Location: outside Lucia's house
Time: directly after Rivener's storming out of the Pre-Halloween Extravangaza
NOTE: This is a METAPLOT rp, meaning both Raevans are infected with the Self-Replicating Virus. BEWARE.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 1:44 pm
Rivener still buzzed from the adrenaline rush of a fight, but his mind was chilled with annoyance by comparison. What a stupid party. What the hell had possessed him to come here in the first place? What the hell had him thinking that a room full of his kin would be better than a room full of addle-brained human toddlers?! Gah! Why hadn't Rivener ever noticed before how obnoxious and annoying most of the other Raevans were! Hell, even Vyn was giving him lip now, when he'd only been defending himself from Varun's abrasive, personal-space-invading attitude?! Was Riv supposed to just roll over and let Varun walk all over him?! No ******** way!
It was cold out, so Rivener pulled his cloak around himself tightly before he floated off the porch. He'd be going home, and so help him if Eiry started bothering him. With a powerful glower fixed on his features, the Scorpion began heading home.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 3:55 pm
Rivener.
It might have been the wind. The Sigel's name, softly spoken, carried on the breeze like so many weightless petals. Melisande wasn't just frightened, she was expectant. Any moment, he would turn, and see her there...back lit by the shifting lights of the house, haloed by her own pale mane of white curls. He would turn, and rip her limb from limb in a puff of feathers, like a falcon striking a sparrow.
That resignation gave the muse an odd sort of courage. Swallowing, her lips parted to speak his name again, even as he turned.
The look upon his face, however, made the bottom fall from her stomach. Feeling faint, Pasha found that her words had left her. Rivener looked furious, and she knew (too late) that there was nothing she could say that he would wish to hear. I'm sorry was next to meaningless, with a history like theirs.
Abandoned by her mortal voice, Melisande took a short, shallow breath, and exhaled. The Song rose within her, a delicate and divine essence that gave her words a tremulous touch of prophecy.
Against the waves,
A storm did rise,
Fearless, the wind did blow...
The vision of his leathery wings snapping open, of the tangle of colors, orange and red, flashed in her mind. While the memories were frightening, her unearthly tone was that of bittersweet victory...a song offered in honor of Rivener's strength. Overhead, the clouds thinned silently, showing the first few dim stars of the evening.
...With sharpened gust,
And mighty breath,
It laid the oceans low.
One hand curled against her slender chest as the last line faded, the words leaving her as swiftly as they'd come. Part of her wished, quite sincerely, that Rivener would simply laugh and turn, continuing the way he'd been.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 5:08 pm
Rivener might have expected someone to follow him, yes. Sevilin rushing out to ask him why he'd done that, Lucia lunging at him and accusing him of ruining her party, Vyn running after him to give him a piece of her mind... Whatever Rivener might have expected, it would not have been her.
He'd recognized that voice as it breezed his name, and with a violent spin, his cloak whipping around him, Riv had turned to find the muse standing on the porch. He glowered at her, ignoring how the breath had stuck in his throat at the dramatic way she was lit. Like that porch was a damned stage, and Melisande was the center of the entire damned Universe. That's what he hated about her: she always seemed like a ******** Star, and Rivener felt small and insignificant in comparison. His hackles raised to think of it. Maybe he should pluck all the feathers from her wings, or rip the hair from her head. She wouldn't be a star then! She would-
The sudden music that drifted from her stopped Rivener short as he floated half a step towards her, his intention to tear her apart quite entirely blown away like a flimsy dam in the face of a tsunami. The ruby eyes opened wide.
She was singing. F-for him? About him?
Rivener was frozen at the sound. When the last note faded, seeming to echo through the night, the Scorpion finally moved. He couldn't have explained why he was doing this: eyes fixed on Pasha's, unwavering, Rivener floated towards the girl. The frown was gone for the most part, although an edge of fierce intensity remained. Slowly the dark Sigel moved up the steps again until he was within reach of the songstress.
He carefully lifted one hand and slipped his fingers to the back of her neck, tangling in the long pale curls. For the next few seconds Rivener just stared at her, his mind unscrutable. That hand then pulled her forward and he leaned down at the same time, sealing his mouth to hers in a short, soft kiss.
"...Thank you," he breathed as he let go, keeping his lips near her ear to whisper. "Thank you. You're beautiful."
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 5:40 pm
Melisande somehow kept herself aloft as he closed the distance between them, her blue eyes wide. She was mesmerized, pinned by Rivener's ruby gaze as he slid ever closer. The crowding decorations which had so frightened her before were mere toys, flimsy and forgotten at the edges of her vision. The Sigel was a terrible, beautiful sight, and Melisande had neither the strength nor the will to pull away as his hand found her neck.
Pasha's lips parted as her eyes slowly shut, the nervousness finally melting into acceptance. She'd faced her fear. Even if it meant her life, she was glad she'd given her last breath like this.
The kiss was so gentle, so unexpected, that Melisande almost didn't realize what had happened. It was his breath upon her lips, soft words in her ear, that brought her around again. Eyes fluttering open, dark lipstick ever so slightly smeared, Pasha took what felt like her very first breath.
Beautiful.
He sounded so...sincere. Something clutched in Melisande's chest, crowding her throat and again stealing her voice. For the first time, she'd treated him with kindness, and for the first time, he'd done the same.
Pasha settled one hand, tiny and white, over Rivener's as she drifted back. She'd used up all of her song, but there was one thing left. Though her lips barely moved, Melisande smiled...a genuine and delicate light that crinkled at the corners of her eyes, an expression the other Sigel had never seen.
"So are you."
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 6:00 pm
Rivener shuddered. That smile! It was like someone had punched him in the gut! His eyebrows knotted down in disbelief as Pasha settled her hand on his.
Damnit all. She was a Star. Not the same kind as Prajna, not food. But there was something... It was almost enough to make Rivener want to devour her completely, claim her. He lowered his lips again, hovering near hers, but a single thought stopped him, ringing through his mind like a bell.
Zul!
Rivener could kiss others all he wanted, if it wasn't serious. But something told him if he kissed Melisande again it wouldn't be acceptable anymore. Rivener simply groaned and pulled away further, keeping his hand on her cheek and his eyes riveted on hers. She thought he was beautiful too. That would do.
"...You're not as much of an idiot as the others after all," Riv noted with a dry smirk, tilting his head. "I should go. Before they lynch mob me. So long, Princess." He kissed her cheek lightly, and for once the possibly mocking nickname had no such undertones.
Before he lost all control of himself, Rivener turned and pulled his cloak closed again, floating away into the dark.
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