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 Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 6:07 pm
Roleplay between ;; Roots of the Cosmos && caramel s t a r s - - xx ( Aoi & Trystan )
Location: The outskirts of the Greenhouse.
Time: Late Evening.
Weather: Dark but clear skied.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 6:08 pm
The darkness swelled around him. His mind fluttered in and out of focus, and so did his gaze. He padded restlessly through the night, his mind everywhere and nowhere at once. He didn't feel like returning home. Not yet. Trystan sighed and came to a stand still. His mind whirled to a stop along with his body. A dull ache had thrilled him throughout the day. He had gone out for a client, agreeing to a short, swift kill. It had been simple. But it still felt foreign. Like a stranger had infiltrated his body and was letting him watch from the audience as he paraded around in it. Only when he spoke did it feel right. He was still stained with red from the messy job, something that had kept his mind blank of anything except for the demons thrill.
He wondered in the back of his mind whether or not he was going insane. As a child and a teenager, he had known that there were two very prominent parts to him. The demon, and the human. Sometimes he was settled in between the two, but at other times he would lean dangerously into the territory of his instincts as one of the two. Both had emotions, but were drastically different in contrast with each other.
Exhaustion was clearly in his system - it had been lately, ever since he'd returned home. The thrill of the demon had taken over him for a good portion of the day, and after that, left his human side left to fend on its own. But Trystan didn't want to go back yet, and so he wandered. It was late evening, and the world around him was a distant rush of wind, sound, and the city on the backdrop of the murky twilight. He was somewhere with a lot of plant life, and it reminded him faintly of something from long ago. His memories flickered in and out, but he didn't dare catch them, and they turned to blurs soon enough. His feet continued on. The man had probably traveled further then he intended, and the ache of his muscles and crackle of dry blood was enough to make him think that he needed the warmth of a shower soon. But still he kept on. He didn't know why.
And then there was a flash of green, and he remembered a name.
Tasting it on his lips, Trystan bit back the flinch of aggravation at remembering. He didn't like dwelling on the past. It always came back to... that. Despite that he was better, much better, there was still the dull ache from before. It was in his chest, and it wouldn't leave. It affected him like an incurable disease. Tired icy blue eyes flickered towards the dark gardens ahead. It reminded him of the greenhouse. No matter how much he wanted to forget the memories, they were now replaying like records spinning in and out, in and out. At least he wasn't in the same place, Trystan tried to tell himself. But he couldn't, because he didn't know where he was anymore.
No, he didn't know at all.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:40 am
Black velvet.
Black velvet was the only comparison which could match the darkness of this room. Along the seams of the walls, the window, the door, the very floorboards had been weaved a potent seal upon all outside light, leaving the room a deep, inky sable. Absolute darkness swallowed every object within; they may as well have not been there at all.
A secondary seal accompanied its illumination-eliminating counterpart; the sounds of the outside world had left this place, and were barred from returning. Absolute silence joined the darkness in turning a simple room into a void of utter emptiness.
A faint glow emanated, however, from a small source within the abyss, in such darkness even this timid illumination seemed bright. Or, at least, it did to the sighted.
This lilac light, however, leapt from the face of one who could not see. The very cloth which made him blind, as a matter of fact. The symbols upon the cobalt blindfold were the source of this glow, yet also the reason their wearer could not see this very same glow. A touch of irony within a room whose darkness ate all else.
There was a question, however; why had this Alter suddenly awoken? He had laid down upon his bed, a mattress lost in a sea of pillows scattered about the bed itself and the floor, perhaps two hours earlier. A long day ‘tending to things’ in the city had left his mind, body, and soul terribly drained, and he was normally such a heavy sleeper…
No sound from outside could have interrupted his doze, that much was quite certain. Then what could it have been? What sensation, be it physical or otherwise, could have awoken him with such force? He sat now, on the edge of his bed, sweating, looking around out of habit despite the now futile action of attempting to see his surroundings. Another ping went off. He finally awoke, fully, and could tell its source with an aware mind.
It was his mental network, branching a wide perimeter around the nursery…and something, someone had approached. As he subconsciously rubbed the sleep from his mind’s eye, as the clarity of his detection grew higher and higher, the signal became more and more familiar…
A signal from the past. A powerful feeling shuddered through Aoi, creeping through the passages of his veins inch by inch, as he recognized this distant signal. Uite literally, the demon of Aoi’s past had come back to visit him…or was it to haunt? Whether this particular demon was here on his own accord, however, was worth scrutiny.
His heart suddenly racing, the flower-child leapt up, not bothering to get shoes or his robe, and ran out of his room, racing out the door of the house as fast as he could towards that ever-nearing signal. As he ran through the gravel, a few small, sharp stones sliced through the pads of his feet, but that was not about to stop him.
Eager, wide heterochromic eyes were hidden beneath the moodily glowering blindfold.
[[I am made of so much fail...u.u]]
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