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 Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 8:18 pm
Alone again, though this time it wasn't by choice. LW had gone to see Gabrian, and Alessa was with Tset, Jove was with his other friends, leaving Ren with...well, himself. He had told them he was fine; he didn't need to be babysat, that he was perfectly capable of handling himself and taking care of himself.
This was mostly true; it had been a few days since they had all returned back to Amityville High, and Ren was slowly growing used to being in his dorm again, in his classes, with his friends. It all felt somewhat surreal; like he had been away for a long, long time, and in a sense he had, though it had been only a few weeks. He slogged to and from class with a vague sort of sense about him, simply going through the motions, nodding when appropriate, smiling blandly at his professors and answering the questions they asked. When he was not surrounded by Gabrian and Alessa and LW, he was with Jove, and when he was not with any of them, Ren simply lay in bed, surrounded by his pillows, in that awkward state between dreaming and awakening.
He had not yet told his parents about The Incident, as Ren had come to calling it in his head. Nor had he mentioned it to Medieval. His twin sister might have shown some sympathy, even if it was derisive and patronizing, but Ren did not trust his parents to do the same. Despite the fact that he knew this, knew they would not treat him nicely, there was a part of Ren that wanted them to understand, needed them to understand.
But they never would.
Lying here, in bed, Ren absently stroked his fingers down Takashiro's back, the Incendia letting out a low rumble of a purr. He wanted to talk to someone, anyone, but not his friends. No, he could not bear to see those looks on their faces, not right now. But who else was there? He had several friends, lots of acquaintances, but no one seemed quite right.
...except for one person. Ren closed his eyes briefly, then slowly pushed himself upright, sliding from the bed. Dressed in a pair of grey pajama pants tied low on his hips and a short sleeved black teeshirt, he did not bother to get changed, nor put on shoes as he quietly left his room, padding down the hallway towards the exit of the monster dorms.
It did not take him long to reach his destination; the ghost dorms were only a short distance away, and Ren soon found himself standing in front of a door he had only thought about, never actually been to. He wrestled internally with himself for a few moments, debating on whether or not he was actually going to knock, but after a while he lifted his hand and rapped firmly.
And waited.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:03 am
Sarias had taken it upon herself to mourn the loss of...no one. Not one of her pets had died. She was strangely proud of them...her secret stash of food for them had been found and devoured (a last minute thought to add before leaving for the trip) She had returned to her dorm room, and apart from a few new scratches to the bed post, some undesirable wet marks on the floor, everything was normal. Like nothing had happened. And Sarias made dam sure to remind herself nothing had, nothing that she hadn't been through before at least.
The homework was still waiting, letters from her Coven lay un-read, unwanted. her life, her excuse of a life was waiting for her. And it seemed almost laughable that everything could remain the same.
Ripley her bake-kistune ever loyal had not left her side since she opened the door, Shadow her spectral pup had done the same. She had scolded them relentlessly for the past few days to piss off but neither would.. They wrapped the wisps around hers, nudged her chains, licked her palms - to no avail of course, but to just see that she was there! They could have cried and howled till the world ended, not that they did. A glaring look from her still froze them in to submission and obedience, but it was one that they relished. Their master was home.
Her outfit for the trip was shredded unceremoniously, and her tight corset worn back in haste, pinching her in all the right places. Her form relaxing into the tight confines, she settled back into its pain. Oh how she had missed her dress, her wisps, her longer chains. They were apart of her as her much as the darkness that shrouded her soul. She would not do without them again!
Opening her letters the knock disturbed her from her thoughts of the Coven. The Coven that was quickly getting on her nerves, they had of course sensed her departure, and were quickly reprimanding her for it. This disobedience would be punished, she was not to die unless their say so. She had displeased them, she knew she would.
Throwing them down she pounded up to her door, she knew it wasn't a ghost, they would have tried to phase in, the runes would have been set off that she activated all the time to stop such things from happening. To see Ren on the other side was not what she was expecting. Seiji yes if the little b***h Junko had squealed to him, but not Ren. She was going to dismiss him with a shout but the look on his face, the dark circles, his eyes. Told her she would be best to listen. With a quick nod she turned back around and left the door open, this was the politest invited in he would get from her.
"So, what have i done to deserve the pleasure of your company gryphon? I doubt you want to swap sleepover tips...or maybe tips on dressing for company. Yes that must be it, you look ravishing by the way." She spiked sarcasticly at him. But she wasn't being cruel to him, or nasty. She truly did want to know his reason for the visit. There was something odd about him. Looking him up and down she gestured to an armchair, its battered appearance hiding it luscious comfort, it soaked in your aches and pains if by magic. She offered it to him while she took the bed sweeping her legs up and leaning on her arm, her head in her hand.
"Fun trip then?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:51 am
The look Sarias gave him was surprised at first, but it soon changed to one of almost exasperation. He wasn't entirely sure she would let him in, but after a second of scrutinizing, she stepped aside and Ren nodded to her, moving inside the room and shutting the door behind him. He leaned back against it for a moment, his hands behind him, his eyes moving around the room. It was dark in here, the lighting dim, and the furniture was mostly black, the four poster bed spiked up with tall turrets. It was very typically Sarias, and for some reason, that made Ren feel a little better.
He cracked a mild snort of vague amusement in her direction. "Thanks for the compliment," he answered dryly, brushing off the first question she had asked him. Instead, he headed towards the chair she had gestured to, eying it somewhat apprehensively. It did not look like the type of chair that would be comfortable; on the contrary, it was old and rickety, but he shrugged and sat down anyway.
Apparently the chair was less crappy than he had thought, because as soon as Ren sat in it he felt a sense of relief course through him; a warmth he hadn't expected, and he closed his eyes briefly, crossing one leg absently over the other, resting his head against his hand, elbow on the armrest. When he opened his eyes again, Sarias was on the bed, her position almost identical to his own.
"Fun trip?"
Ren didn't answer at first, his eyes flitting across the room, taking in the spiky fixtures, the grey walls, the half melted candles in their steel candelabras. It gave off a very imposing air, the room of someone strong minded and intense - someone like Sarias Blacksling. His eyes slid sideways, back to the ghoul across from him.
"You're a ghost," he said. It was not a question, but a basic fact, one that did not require an answer nor a confirmation of its sincerity. After a brief second Ren asked "What was it like to die?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:20 am
Watching Ren get comfy on the seat she wasn't 100% sure where it had come from she smiled deeply to herself, as if he wasn't there and she was sharing a inner joke with herself. A joke involving him. Her eyes closed she tried to sense his aura, and found she could not pick it up. Nothing serious, but hardly nothing to be ignored.
Although she should have been prepared for the question she still opened one eye to him, as if he had woken her from a deep sleep. She played him at his own game, ignore the first mention of her being a ghost. If people didn't know by now she was doing something wrong. But there was no time to pull him up on it, she doubted it was a stupid question, just an observation that would lead to something more. and it did. It always does.
Opening them both now her red eyes shone their way to his, her face an obvious mask of distrust and anger. Her top teeth caught the bottom lip to show her unease. She dismissed it silently and raised her chin.
"And why should i tell you beast?" she snorted in retort. It wasn't that she wasn't going to tell him. But she was just as curious of his own answer to the question as she was to his.
Smiling again though she chuckled slightly, pulling her legs around and swinging them over the edge of her bed. Her faithful bake-kitsune & spectral pup trotting to her side, sitting beside her like the guard dogs she trained them to be.
"And which one did you want to know about!" she laughed now. Not many ghosts could say they had died twice, not that they didn't, it was just rare they came back after the second time."What is there to tell? I can't remember how i died. To actually go through the act of dying. Well...apparently you soil yourself but who knows if that's true! You never see your body anyway unless your an undead and I can't imagine being anything worse. You grow cold, you cease to breath, you hear your loved ones weeping, you join up with your lost family, eternal life bla, bla, bla. All sentimental bull crap" She grinned and turned to see his reaction and just as quickly her humour was gone. She saw Ren wasn't messing about. He was serious, more serious than the first time they had met.
"Oh for Jakes sake!" She scratched roughly behind her ear before starting hesitantly " When I...when I died for the first time...something that happened a long time ago now its so hard to remember. Even having gone through it again it still seems like a dream I can't make out...i doubt i can help you with your individual experience." She shrugged slightly at this as if admitted she didnt know what the answer was. "But what I do remember is...losing myself, losing...everything...not just my physical form. Its surprising how quickly you get use to without it! But I mean me. I...I am not me alive as i am now...do you understand?" She stopped briefly but decided to carry on with or without an answer.
" I am assuming you didn't see any so called paradise? My Religion states that when you are taken from this life, as a servant to the Coven you are reunited with the Goddess. You are rewarded, praised, allowed and welcomed into her sanctuary, you..." Stopping once again she shook her head. "I digress...all that doesnt matter. But what i was in, that was no paradise. That had been denied to me...twice now. I was in limbo, a place void of anything and everything, but clouded by so much...and I was lost for so long, and the waiting, the limbo, it eats at you. It takes away everything that you once were. You dreams, hopes...your love. I...the first time, was there for so long. I am not the person I once was."
And this she pointed a finger at Ren, nowhere near him but if he could feel it the force of her movement would strike him down.
"You little brats know nothing of what death is really like. You were there for minutes, seconds even. You have retained all you once were, all you once had. You do not know what it is to really die, time has no meaning there. But you still feel it, and i waited so long to come back and i lost so much....." Sarias was unsure if she was crying now or if she had blown a blood vessel in her eye from the rage she felt at his whining. Either way she moved her hands across her cheeks to be rid of the evidence.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:30 am
There was something about Sarias that Ren found interesting. He supposed he shouldn't; after all, she had slapped LW for dating Gabrian, which was a pathetic and useless thing for someone to get mad about. But despite that, their last talk had not ended badly. It had not ended happily either, but rather...differently, than what Ren had expected. And there was a strange sort of convoluted respect that he, despite everything, held for the ghoul.
"And why should i tell you beast?"
He wasn't going to answer it, but something in her eyes made him pause, sliding his gaze to rest steadily against hers.
"Because I want to know."
And he did. Regardless of her history, of both of their histories, both combined and separate, Ren wanted to know. It was almost a need, a desperate longing to connect with someone over something that he was still so confused and hurting about. He did not know if anyone would be able to feel what he was feeling, if anyone would truly understand his mind and his soul, but he could try.
He listened quietly as she spoke, not responding at first, just letting Sarias get everything out before he answered her. It was strange how very similar her experiences with dying were to his own, how very integrated into her own being they were. Dying was a part of Sarias; a very heavy, detailed, intimate part of her. It was who she was, who she had desired to be, everything about herself revolved around it, even if she did not see it.
"I saw no paradise," Ren answered, his voice low, slightly rough. "Nothing but the island we were on. I had no body, no arms to hold things with, no heart to beat...nothing."
His eyes fluttered slightly, lashes lowering. "Limbo," he said quietly. "I was in limbo."
He had hated it; hated the wispy nothingness of FEAR he had been reduced to, the complete and utter helplessness that had been brought about because of his death. He had been trapped there, watching, unable to do anything but watch.
He never wanted to go through that again.
Without exactly realizing what he was doing, Ren pushed himself to his feet, crossing the room and closing the distance between him and Sarias. He reached his hand out - his good hand - fingers brushing along the ghoul's jawline to touch her chin, raising her face so that he could see it. Staying silent, he lifted his right hand - bandaged, bruised, and burning - and rubbed his thumb under her eyes, wiping away the dampness she was trying to pass off as nothing.
"Are you sad, Sarias Blacksling?" he asked softly, expecting a harsh denial, a vehement anger at his forwardness. "I did not meant to make you remember things you would rather not wish to remember." He dropped his hand, and moved to sit beside her on the bed, hands in his lap. A silence fell between them.
"I suppose I'm lucky," Ren said after a long moment. "I was dead for moments. You, on the other hand..."
A pause. Then -
"For what it's worth, I like you the way you are."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:31 am
((OMG why i have I written so much >_< ))
Sarias gasped with shock, taken further back than she ever had. Even when Icky touched her, groped for her, there was always some malice in it. To get a raise out of her, to cause her anger, pain, what ever they both get off on, it was there. But now the only other boil to actually want to touch and show her real emotion other than Seiji was Ren. His fingers glided over her wet skin, tears so cold it felt they would freeze and he would be trapped there forever. Slowly lowering her lashes she blinked allowing more to escape. She was going to protest, she was going to strike, bellow and demand him to beg for forgiveness at touching her. She would scream and scream and scream.
But for what?
No matter how much she wanted to admit it, this Ren, this student, wasn’t out to get her, to trip her up or catch her out. He was hurting and she could feel every drip of sorrow fall of him like a river. The feeling amplified as he sat closer and she couldn’t help but soak it in, he was like her at this moment, a raw ball of emotion unable to dispel its horrible side effects. She allowed him to sit beside her and she opened her eyes again, the tears still ran, there was no point in hiding it, they left trails of ice and fell like crystals onto her knees.
“Sad? Hmm...ha-ha, what is that? A pathetic living emotion. I do not feel sadness…and remembrance? You feel that talking about it has made me remember?” She looked at him with anger burning around her eyes, but not out of hatred for him but for herself.
“I am, if nothing a permanent reminder of what has already happened! I am a ghost. No matter how hard I try and forget how far I run, wish and beg I will always be this. I will always remember. As long as am here, I will never feel what you feel, crave what you crave, I am dead to this world, and it is dead to me.”
She pushed herself around from him then, one hand closed to her forehead rubbing the space between her eyebrows, her back turned to him shoulders slumped in defeat. But she smiled at his last statement and dropped her hand like a weight.
“Haha…you will be the first one gryphon…and I…I will admit I have a mutual respect for you too. Even if you do ask silly questions and disturb my time.” She turned back to him, tears gone and a gentle smile resting on her features. She looked calm and collected, not at all like the Sarias people knew. This would be the Sarias that Ren would get to see. With a shaking hand she gingerly placed it over his damaged one still resting on his lap. She wasn’t good with this, comforting people, showing she…sort of cared for them…and even that was stretching the truth.
“Ren…I…I don’t consider you lucky. You died and from that moment your soul would have begun to decay and disappear too. We are nothing of ourselves when we die, I have learnt that much. There is no paradise, or heaven - a physical world that we return to. It’s just…nothing...limbo awaits us, we were there, you, me...everyone. You are not lucky to experience that in any state.” She made a tighter grip on his hand now, trying not to hurt him and brought it up to her face, her other hand joining it to cup it softly.
“…I don’t know what you want to hear…” she muttered letting her hands drop and sighing slightly as if admitting a grave truth.“But I don’t consider that the end…
She looked back up at him, determination shining through and a hint of a secret untold. "If that helps…which I don’t care if it does...you can do what you like with that information but I believe, I-I believe......" She faltered slightly, was this the first time she had voiced her opinion on this? She didn't know, it didnt matter. "I believe when we finally move on, to be stripped of everything we once were, I think we are allowed to return to the ebb and flow of the energy that surrounds us. Energy cant die, it will always exist, always flow. You will be the wind that’s bows, the waves that crash, the lightening that strikes. Who knows, maybe that is what it means to be reunited with the ones we lost, not in a conscious state, but beyond that...and you..."
She looked lost and small, but she would hide it all away when this was over. Her eyes filling with ice crystals just like before, how she wished she could care for death again, to be this scared instead of hollow. She didn’t know why she had been denied rest, why she had been spared to exist in this form like so many others. She considered her presence being that of a Reaper spell gone wrong, just like the undead although she would never admit it.
Why couldn’t she finally truly die & disappear?
Did she want too? Now that she really thought upon it...not yet at least. There was a reason for her being here but a reason kept from her.
"And you...to know this...is a huge burden Ren. Why do you think I...my kind, are like we are? We know what waits for us in that limbo, given a second chance of existence, even a third, we know that it is not forever and we will return to that place. To know that pain and hurt is all we have to look forward too...it can drive a person crazy! Why live a life when death is so unappealing, and yet life can be just as cruel...but you must...for yourself, for your ghoulfriend...you strange choice of best friends. You need to live for them, and live it to the full, to never let a day go past without something amazing happening...then when you do go your life spark, your light, your beautiful aura will leave a mark behind on this world that will never go out. "
Her eyes rested on Rens and for one blissful moment she stared quietly wondering if she should pull him into a hug and not let go..............*snap*
"OK THATS ENOUGH!" As if remembering who she was her hands released Ren's as if they were alight, leaping from the bed like the fire were chasing her down. Her body swiftly moving towards her guard dogs she suddenly took a great interest in petting them. She was embarrassed, allowed herself to become weak, a silly little ghoul who talked of stupid things like death! They were all doomed. Scolding her self she waved a hand behind her as if all they had spoken about was next weeks assignments.
“Anything else you want to know about, reincarnation, the digestive system, my bra size, I have things to do you know!”
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 11:23 am
The anger he had expected; the denial, the vehement mocking, the taunting...
...it didn't come. Ren hid away his surprise, the only sign that he was acknowledging that fact a small, silent nod as he continued to brush away the dampness beneath her eyes. Sarias' lashes were long and thick, tears clinging to them like tiny drops of dew - like tiny drops of ice. The coldness felt good on his burning hand, melting against the smooth, freckled skin.
"Sadness isn't a 'living' emotion," he answered her. "It's a state of mind, a state of being. Just because you're already dead doesn't mean you're past feeling that."
Being dead on the outside doesn't mean you're also dead on the inside. Ren left the thought unsaid, instead moving to sit beside the ghoul on the bed, his hands in his lap. He should have hated Sarias; should have been angry that she had slapped his LW, frustrated with the fact that she had an innate need to turn everything into a competition. Sarias thrived on being who she was, twisting and contorting situations to fit with her own wants and desires, her own convoluted pleasures. She was a ghost with no other agenda than to fulfill her own selfish desires.
And yet...and yet Ren didn't hate her, couldn't hate her. Because underneath everything, her taunting, her mocking, the way she always seemed to have an answer for everything, the way she flounced around as if she owned the world...there was something very...vulnerable about Sarias Blacksling. Something that Ren found very, very...familiar.
He did not move when she took his hand; the only sign that he knew she was doing it a brief flicker of his lashes, eyes sliding momentarily to the side, then back to his lap again. Her hands felt icy cold against his, through the bandages he had haphazardly wrapped around it. That hand would never be what it once was; the two inch scar on his palm was proof enough that his FEAR had not been completely restored when it had brought him back to his own body.
Ren managed to crack a small smile. "If my questions are silly, then your answers are even sillier," he replied, tilting his head and giving her a mildly pointed look before it faded. Sarias had raised their hands now, pressing his against her cheek, and Ren's fingers twitched. Even after Sarias had dropped her own hands, he left his raised, the tips of his fingers brushing against her cold cheek.
"What I want to hear is that it's a good thing that I am still alive," he whispered, and his voice was low, hoarse, as if it were taking a lot of energy to merely speak. "What I want to know is that there is a reason for everything that I went through, that it wasn't just for nothing, that my dying was not just a random act generated for amusement!"
Ren had stood now, his voice rising, his fingers clenched together so tightly it was almost painful. Sarias was standing a few feet away, the mocking tone back in her voice, but he knew it was merely a cover to hide her embarrassment. Sarias was not the type to openly show what she would deem "weak" emotions, so it did not bother him.
"I want to know that it all matters!" Ren shouted, his voice echoing in the dim room. His voice cracked unexpectedly, his arms outstretched as if shouting to the world. When he turned back to Sarias, the expression on his face was quiet, near desperate.
"Because if it doesn't," he said, with a helpless sort of shrug, a strange smile tilting his lips upwards. "Because if it doesn't, then I don't want to live."
There was a long moment of silence as Ren calmed himself down, listening to Sarias speak, putting a hand to his forehead and pressing his fingers against his temple. She would not know how much her words meant to him; possibly could never know that it made him feel, for the first time, like he was not useless. Stepping over to the ghoul slowly, Ren took both of her hands in his.
"You, Sarias Blacksling," he said softly. "Are not as bad as you make yourself out to be."
With that said, he raised his hands, cupping her face in his hands and ducking his head, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He lingered there for a moment, eyes fluttering shut briefly before he stepped back again, sliding his hands into his pockets and leaning back against the bed.
"And I'm pretty sure you're bra size is a size that no one can measure by mere measuring tape alone, my dear."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 5:50 am
Sarias allowed him to steal a kiss on her forehead; his warmth was a welcomed change, cosy even. She wasn’t a ghost who liked the feel of fleshies, their bodies were noisy with gurgling gasses and heartbeats that echoed to loud. It was all very chaotic inside them and also it seemed inside their minds, but it was comforting, almost pleasant to an extent.
“And you Renaissance are a little git who always finds the time to annoy me…but it is a time that I look forward too and would greatly miss if it stopped…but if you repeat such a thing to anyone I will rip your tonsils out through your arse!”
She smiled deeply at him then, arms crossing over her chest as he made the remark about her size.
“I tend to find hands are the best measuring tool, but I think we will have to save that when you are truly depressed, you know use, how do you say…my A game? And if that's not a reason to live for I don’t know what is!”
She laughed now, her cackle couldn’t be described as heart warming or light, but it was a laugh, and a natural unforced one. This was a day of unexpected changes in her. Maybe things were different? Maybe she had changed too. Maybe even for the better? Oh that wouldn’t do…but for Ren.
“…if you ever do feel like…talking. About anything. Know I wouldn’t sugar coat it with crap like your friends do. I don’t deal in telling fairy tales or lies to keep you happy. All that I have said today I believe myself…and you will be right to follow suite. No one expects you to be yourself after so much, me, your friends, your ghoulfriend, we don’t expect it. You wouldn’t be real if you weren’t affected by this…don’t be like me and become immune to those emotions that make you, you. Feel the pain but use it to spur you on, you have so much to live for. Don’t throw it away now…for no other reason than you would make a terrible, terrible ghost and for my sake, just…don’t.
She finished with a sharp nod as her hands reached for her hips, her well known pose executed smoothly for comforting familiarity. Her hair cascaded over her gray shoulders like blue waves, and her wisps happy again that there was no more tension in the air played around about her feet. The Bake-Kistune & Spectral pup chased them in mock annoyance trying to keep them still or to eat them, it wasn’t clear. She radiated authority, held attitude of all knowing smugness and smirked at him, her eyes slit in mischief.
“I think you better be going now gryphon, or the students may start to talk. I know my words are sought for far and wide but if we keep meeting like this am going to start thinking you have a little crush on me…and we don’t want that now do we?” She purred lightly, her hands still placed on her hips but now tracing her outline as she spoke. “Or do we need to bring out my A game?”
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 2:51 pm
For the first time in a very long time, Ren grinned, tilting his head down at Sarias with one eyebrow raised. "If I'm an annoying little git, then what does that make you, exactly?" he asked her, barely hiding the amusement in his voice. "Considering that you are, in fact, both shorter, smaller - except for your bra size - and more annoying than I am."
He was mostly doing it just to be obnoxious, which was surprisingly a good feeling. Being silly like this, being sarcastic and lighthearted and teasing - it was all such a very...alive feeling. Ren could not exactly put into words what he felt right now, but somehow, in some way, Sarias Blacksling had just helped him leap over a very big obstacle. He wasn't entirely certain she knew this, however, but at the same time he wondered what she would do if she did. Sarias was the type to snap, to bite, to snarl until she got her own way. She did not rely on what she deemed to be useless and unreasonable emotions; everything was done based on what she wanted.
Folding his arms over his chest, Ren just stood there as Sarias talked, letting the sound of her familiar snarky voice wash over him. Despite the fact that she always attempted to come off as, well, bitchy, there was some part of him that was already fond of the ghoul. He knew she wouldn't ever feel the same way, but that was all right; it was more of a calm sort of feeling that indicated he would not attempt to change her, at least not at the current moment. Besides, people only change if they want to change, Ren thought to himself, and smiled briefly at Sarias.
"Good to know," he said mildly, then added, more quietly "I'll remember to impress the pain of these experiences into my soul; it will remind me that I am alive.
"And I'll also remember," Ren went on, the faint traces of a smirk touching his lips. "That you said you'd help me when I needed it. So don't try to back out of it, Sarias Blacksling."
Stepping closer to her, he leaned his face directly over hers, abruptly closing the distance between them.
"For the record, it's not me who they'll think has the crush, little miss ghost," Ren whispered and grinned cheekily, pecking her forehead with a kiss again before stepping back, lifting his hand in a wave as he began to walk away. He tossed a look back over his shoulder at her.
"And bring your A-Game out the next time we play; I'm curious about that."
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 4:15 am
Grinning she leaned into the kiss briefly, maybe warm fleshies weren’t so bad…Ha! Watching him walk away and stating his beliefs a snorted laugh claimed her throat a quick wave of her hand followed Ren's direction as if brushing him away.
“Pfft, Grphyon!” She sneered seductively as her body leaned against the door frame an eyebrow raised in challenge. “You couldn’t handle my A-Game.” She said her words snapping slightly. If he didn't notice her hand briefly touched the spot where Ren had just kissed her and another smile stole away her frown. Was that her skin turning a darker shade of blue or was it just the light playing tricks. Either way a cold shiver ran down her spine. Sarias had definitely had enough of her visitor. Being friendly or not, promises or not, she wanted to cut something up with all this sappy talk of death and friendship and her gorgeous body…well maybe more talk of that, but not now.
She watched him walk away, a hand resting on the edge of the door, her fingers gripping the wood and willing it to splinter under hand. Her face was a confusing mix of happy contentment and worry lines. But she wasn't one to not have the last laugh, even with the dead butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach. “Oh and Gryphon!” She called out, her hand creating a semi circle round her mouth to help echo her voice. “If you dare come round here disturbing me again when your not wanted” Her smile widened and her teeth bared in a wicked sneer. “You’ll have dam worse things to worry about that your poxy little death!” And with a final grin the door slammed shut behind her, the ghostly wisps of her skirt too slow to get away were cut off under the door and slowly died, vanishing, like her, out of sight.
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