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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 1:48 am
 As the midnight winds whisked away the few puffy clouds in the sky, moonlight descended upon the abandoned cathedral like a wedding veil. The once beautiful place of worship had for many, many years been nothing but a dilapidated, abandoned building. The light highlighted its marred features: the scorch marks of the flames that had licked up its once bright white sides, the large portions of missing roof and walls, and the tears of melted multi-colored glass eternally streaming down from window frames.
The weeping bride.
“What a tragic beauty,” a voice purred and, shortly after, the air shuddered and a tall figure materialized, long, slender fingers stroking the glass tears. New clouds passed overhead and the veil disappeared as though he were the groom seeing her for the first time. And in a way he was, as the current state of the cathedral was a result of his actions and this was the first time he’d really laid eyes on it.
Umbral wings fluttered softly and took him up through the open roof of the cathedral to land on one of the few sturdy beams left. The air between his hands shuddered and in its place a violin appeared. Bright blue eyes that had stared at the ashen wreckage now closed as hands deftly worked the bow and strings of the instrument. Long, sorrowful notes echoed throughout the hollow building as Valerian reminisced about the last time he had been here, in this land, at this cathedral. The memories were fragmented and warped and his playing took on a staccato nature to match it. There was a ceremony, a wedding, lovers, family…but their faces changed and shifted between one moment and the next as though several memories were melding together into one.
Then came the invisible fire, a concentrated wave of heat created from the rapid excitation of air molecules. He had breathed it down from the skies. The shifting faces all screamed and wailed as one and there was the unified scent of burning flesh. A multitude of bloodied fists, some belonging to grown adults and some belonging to children, pounded on the doors and windows, and magic fizzled at charred fingertips as escape attempt after escape attempt failed against the powerful seals placed on the building.
The violin screeched as the playing came to a sudden halt and a slow, rolling laughter bubbled up from his gut and out his lips, the volume increasing until it was a harsh, maniacal sound. And then it stopped just as promptly as it had begun and the melodious, melancholy violin notes returned, though this time his eyes remained open, smiling at the flashbacks of carnage and admiring the subtle beauty of the scars it left.
As he continued to play, a tingle of magic ran up his spine and Valerian almost almost hit a wrong note with his bow. “A visitor,” he thought with a curious twist of his lips as his wings faded into the shadows behind him. “Now who could it be at this hour hmmm?”
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 4:03 am
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
A blackened world, where colors no longer flickered and danced with their vibrant life, and melodious song and gentle feeling could no longer reach her. She was losing the battle against the dark magic that thrived deep inside her day by day, as it strengthened its clutch on her heart, and Ruria barely even cared anymore. So many things seemed to disappear since he had disappeared, so why shouldn't her heart, as well?
Darkened branches like gnarled fingertips seemed to reach for her, lulling her deeper, deeper into the forest. Barefeet tread upon the dirt of the path, the crunching leaves, and the softness of moss; white lacy nightgown occasionally snagging on a grasping twig or branch. Where am I going? Where am I now?
The moonlight nearly blinded her as she stepped out of the dark brambles of the forest and into the clearing that once housed a magnificent cathredral. Such a beautiful creation, broken into shambles and despair, yet still retaining its once mysterious beauty.
Moonlight vanished and was replaced by darkness, and the pitch and cry of a violin, somewhere within the confines of the cathredral. "Man or ghost, I do not grace you with any fear." she murmured to the crumbling doors in front of her. The decrepit stone and rotting wood rattled, shifting slowly and unsteadily of its own accord, before separating into the air, crumbling to the ground beside her, opening the way. The poltergeist element within seemed to urge reckless behavior, egging her on to delve deep into the occupied darkness within the cathredral.
Ruria obeyed.
Her barefeet barely made any noise as she took several steps inside, able to feel the cool, cracked stone tile beneath her feet. The violin had seemingly stopped, but the feeling of another's presence did not diminish.
"Who is it?" she called to the darkness, her voice soft and delicate. "Playing such a dirge..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 12:19 pm
“Who?” the darkness parroted her question, somewhat amused. “Perhaps a better question would be what or even why don’t you think?” The voice seemed to come from everywhere and yet, nowhere; like an echo of silence, it was the voice of the living abyss. Even after all this time, talking through portals still remained Valerian’s favorite parlor trick. “A name tells very little, if anything. Do you wish to reconsider your query?”
A soft laughter followed the question and was just as nebulous as the voice, though eventually it concentrated into one spot as the sage came back into the plane of existence, taking a spot just far enough into the shadows from Ruria that one could only see the outline of a male figure. There had been no fear from her coming in, a curious thing she was – dressed in a pure white night gown, not even shoes to protect her feet – but perhaps she was simply like the rest of the kids he’d found around here: arrogant and fool hardy. He would change that, just as he changed the others. Not that he was particularly hungry for any witch hearts, in fact he as quite sated, but when the opportunity arose he never denied his sweet tooth and oh, this girl was positively diabetic in her sweetness.
“Many souls have called this place their final resting place and now here you come, in the deadest hour of night, donned in a nightgown…do you too wish this to be your resting place?”
Even as he said the words the witch eater was unsure as to whether he was making a threat, a promise, or a jest. The violin rematerialized into his hands and the instrument sang an ominous tune as a sort of waiting music while the young female chose her words.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 5:48 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
Not a flicker of fear, nor faint trace of shock entered her face as she turned towards where the masculine voice manifested. Nothing flinched in Ruria's face to betray any emotion as her vaguely hollow eyes lifted, desperately trying to adjust in the darkness to make out any features of this strange encounter.
"I don't verily concern myself with whats and whys," she spoke softly, her voice eloquent from years of social, yet isolated, upbringing. "I chose the words I wished."
The light tapping sound of her bare feet against the tiled floor echoed dully in the room as she slowly moved in the dark, attempting to angle herself so she could make out more features than simply "male". The dark feeling that brooded and thrived within her deepest parts almost seemed to resonate with this man, though in a way she could not identify. Perhaps he had an affinity for darkness like herself, or dark wishes and ideals that would send children crying into their mother's bosoms at his passing.
"I was not aware," she began, her lips softly curling into what appeared to be a smile, though her eyes showed nothing of joy or happiness. "that it was common practice for one about to die to don sleepwear. Unfortunately, I still have things to do in this life, even if living is sometimes..a chore. Besides...." Her bare toes found the remnants of a felled, angelic statue upon the floor, mostly crumbled except for one joyful half of its face that looked out at the world. Her leg raised, toes pressing into its face, and she rolled it out of her way until the face no longer peered at her. "I'm not religious. This would be the opposite of ideal resting place for a ghost as I am."
Her eyes again flickered up from the floor, straining to make out any detail. Be he man or monster, somewhere deep inside she did not true care. Whats and whys were things she was no longer interested in, even if that person might try to tear her heart out. The prospect that he could be of that calibur was almost exciting, some sort of twisted thrill-seeking, though she had not truly meant to be here in the first place.
"I came here by accident. I suppose I have taken up sleepwalking, hence the out-of-place garb, and yes, it is cold in here. But what are you doing here, in the deadest hour of the night? Surely one does not sleepwalk with an instrument, seeking to prey upon unlikely maidens."
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 6:57 pm
Though she couldn’t see it, an eyebrow lifted in curiosity at her reply and the empty look in her eyes as she gave it. “Very well,” he purred in reply, the shadows around them both shifting oddly, as Valerian’s excited state bent (albeit very slightly) the very fabric of reality around them. He could taste it in the air as he breathed: the aura of someone who did not fear, but simply knew that death existed and welcomed it when it beckoned. How long had it been since he had met someone who shared in this, who saw the world past the pretty veil shrouding the grim, empty truth?
“In that case, you may call me Valerian.” The violin playing halted as he bowed and then resumed of its own accord even as he walked about the shadows, mirroring her movements. But perhaps he was getting ahead of himself, getting a bit too eager, as the girl was not quite as…enlightened…as he was. The potential was there yes, but it was only skin deep; scratch the surface and it could be shattered. Only once she lost everything would she be enlightened, free to do anything.
“Ah yes!” Valerian clasped his hands eagerly. “In fact it was very common practice! What else would one wear for an eternal sleep hm? Ah, but the sad fact of the matter is that there was a long period of time when people denounced nightwear and slept in the nude! It was due to the intense heat waves that seemed to endlessly flow over the land and, well,” the man chuckled and it was almost coquettish in nature, “how ~embarrassing~ must it have been to look upon the naughty bits of deceased family members?” One could say Valerian just about…giggled as he finished his story. Was it wholly true? Probably not. Partially? Maybe. Maybe it was woven from nothing but lies? Even he didn’t know!
“A ghost you say?!” It was obvious that the shock in his statement was feigned given the high, silly pitch of his voice, but not so obvious was the fact that it was coming from the angel head she had pushed away with her foot rather than from the man. The half face floated up to face her (so to speak) and smiled eerily at her and continued to talk, half mouth moving fluidly as though it were alive. “Why, you look nothing like a ghost to me~ Do ghosts sleep walk? Or is every walk a sleep walk with ghosts being eternally asleep?”
The angel head laughed for a moment before it floated back to its puppet master and hovered in front of his face like a mask. Valerian finally stepped into the moonlight to reveal himself and moved toward her. “To be a ghost,” his voice was back to the dark tone it had initially (though sans the mild amusement it held before) and the angel head continued to speak along with him, “one must have lost all hope. Losing all hope is what separates the soul from the body.”
It only took a few strong strides to reach her, and when he did a hand hovered over her magical heart and his magic reached out and wrapped around it like the tentacles of an octopus around its prey. He could have pulled it out if he so chose, but instead simply chose to taste her and to feel it ebb softly against his own magic. The angel head crumbled to dust and the witch eater leaned down to her, almost as though to kiss her, but instead chose to whisper softly in her ear. “When you lose yourself to the oblivion…dark…silent…complete…you find freedom. Losing all hope is…freedom.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:03 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
To see the half-decrepit angelic statue manipulated sent chills down her spine. Some people loathed clowns...others dolls. She loathed anything cherubic in nature, or that which represented the "typical" goodness which was to be idolized by mankind. A sense of relief entered her as it stopped its disturbing antics, watching as the man crept closer. She could tell he had attractive features, and that he was confident in himself or whatever power he had, perhaps even delighting in it. What did he see when he looked at her, she wondered, if not a ghost?
"Ghosts can never rest, silly Valerian." she rolled his name off her tongue slowly, though she did not yet give him hers. At times, it felt like the only thing she had left to give, until his sudden movement betrayed his purpose, and she realized she did have something left to take... and she felt the somewhat familiar feeling of a majin -- a witch eater, tasting her magic, her heart. Ruria did not move, even as Valerian's face drew close to hers, close enough she could feel his breath upon her lips and then her ear.
All the witch eater had to do was grasp it completely and it was his, and the light of her life's candle would diminish. This she knew, and still a smile formed on her gentle mouth, and soft laughter escaped her lips. "Don't put such a bad taste in your mouth." she murmured. "It isn't healthy. Besides..."
Where others may have panicked, screamed and pushed him away, Ruria reached her arms up and around his middle in a tight and almost loving embrace, nestling her head against his chest, lids closing over soft red eyes. Was it her true feelings inside, or influence by the element of darkness that swirled within her, consuming her?
"Silly Valerian," she continued. "I was lost to darkness the very...day...I was born. Don't you want to visit the gates of niflheim with me?" Though her voice was gentle, sweet and soft, something far darker had manifested in it, something amused, almost anticipating what he would do next, almost wondering deep inside...shouldn't I drag this one to hel with me?
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 10:34 pm
It had simply been an idle threat, something to stir up some form of amusing emotional response from the self-proclaimed ghost witch. He had expected surprise followed by fear and panic, maybe even some anger sprinkled in for flavor. But to smile? To laugh? That he had not expected and, for a half-second, there was a look of surprise in the witch-eater’s eyes. “Perhaps I spoke too soon,” he thought, amused enough to actually crack a wide grin. “She’s made more progress than it first looked like~”
It was a strange sensation, the embrace she gave, not lustful but almost…loving? Loving and…sad. A memory long since forgotten thrummed weakly inside the base of Valerian’s skull. It was slow, methodic beat, the kind you would hear from the heart of a small, dying animal. And just like the heart beat of a dying animal, it was quickly silenced in favor of something more favorable: two heaping handfuls of sweet barely legal a**. “Mmm, no you are quite delicious~” Valerian growled hungrily as his fingers edged along her skirt. “Though you are probably right about not being terribly healthy. Then again, I was never one for diets.”
“The very day you say?” The sage moved his hands to a more respectable place, one on her hip and the other cupping the side of her face to tilt her head up to face him. “So then you’re simply an empty vessel, a pretty one, but still…nothing but a blank soul.” Valerian smiled sadly down at her, though his eyes betrayed that there was no pity for her: only malice and hunger. “Niflheim hm~? Is there a cover charge for old men like me? I left my wallet at home you see.” The witch-eater grinned, though it was more a feral baring of teeth than a real smile. The dark undertones hadn’t escaped his ears, and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what promises were lurking just beneath them.
“Why not hm? Let’s take a look at these gates eh~?” The tendrils around Ruria’s heart began to tug now. Call it an…incentive. A way to make sure she would follow through with her dark promise. And if she didn’t? Well. Like he had said, he really was never one for dieting…
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 6:06 am
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
Had she been in her normal state of mind, Ruria would have shrieked at feeling masculine hands slide down to her rear, toying against barely veiled flesh. Instead, her lips curled into a slightly more devious smile, her eyes opening halfway at his remark. Empty Vessel.
"There is nothing empty about me, S-i-l-l-y. Even if you or others would like me to be an obedient, pretty little doll, I am full to the brim with horror and shadow, monstrous things that make others tremble in their beds and despair." Her words seemed factual and serious, but therein was placed a small amount of sadness, perhaps loneliness, within them. "Perhaps the truth is, you are as lonely as I."
Ruria couldn't help but physically wince as she felt the pained, tearing feeling somewhere within as Valerian increased his grip around her heart. Though it had pained her, a soft laughter escaped her, and she tightened her grip around his midsection. You might think you want that, but like everyone else, it will repel you eventually, she thought. Even the thought of what she knew to be a witch eater, one who would predate upon her, being disgusted with her heart made her cringe enough to where the concentrated thought devoured her, and made her physically cry out.
The rubble around them moved as if vibrating, first small pieces, then larger, before they began jerking around violently in sporadic directions, many crashing violently and crumbling against the walls. Ruria's chest was rising and falling rather quickly, life barely glistening in her eyes, yet she still held onto Valerian tightly.
"You could die," her voice came out small. Was it worry, concern for the witch eater, a threat, or a wish? It was hard to tell. One who knew Ruria would know it to be some warped form of concern, even for a witch eater who threatened to steal her heart. Evil was not just limited to witch eaters, she believed, and humans had long ago since forgot how evil they themselves could be. There was no longer anybody there who would come for her, nobody to save her except herself.
"You are what you are," she murmured, somewhat incoherently, as she stood on her tip-toes to be able to lay a kiss to Valerian's jawline, as the room around them seemed to disappear.
Niflheim was drawing closer, and all sense of gravity dispelled. Though they had been standing upright before, now they were falling headfirst into a bottomless descent, cold air wisping from below, stinging against their skin. Mournful, ghastly howls that did not belong within their world echoed loudly as they plummeted, soon joined by the terrible looking spirits who owned them. Violent things, things that pierced through the both of them over and over, ripping, clawing, stabbing, biting, tearing, over and over like a nightmare's carnage, igniting pain, giving life to nightmares, even the ones buried so deep, deep down, leaving naught but hollowed out despair and treacherous pain writhing inside of both of them, as Ruria continued to hold tightly to him. Over and over it repeated, until they crashed into the bottoms, the illusion of the gates to Niflheim looming in front of them.
The illusion dissipated, and the cathedral reformed around them, the only difference now was that the two within were covered in fresh wounds and blood. Ruria released her grip upon the man at last, falling to her hands and knees at his feet, where she coughed violently until blood trickled out of her mouth, spattering to the floor. "I...apologize if I hurt you," she sputtered weakly, her attempts to mask what she felt at the moment barely there. "But that is something...something I cannot let you have. A majin didn't want it..you wouldn't want it, but it's the only thing I have."
Don't pass out. Don't pass out, she willed herself.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 3:10 pm
What was this, the third time now that this little girl had berated him as being silly? The sage found his amusement with her wearing thin and his patience with her antics ran right out when she had the audacity to remark on just what he wanted. “HAH,” he barked out the laugh bitterly, “you have not a single aota of a clue of an idea what I want.” The grip on her face tightened to a point that a simple flex would have broken her jaw quite cleanly. Bright blue eyes stared down at her, the madness within them burning like fire, threatening to incinerate her just as it had done to the other occupants of this cathedral so many years ago.
“You may think yourself to be the home of all things dark and monstrous but such thoughts are nothing more than idle fancies of a child with a blanket over her eyes!” His voice came out in angry hisses and the very reality around them seemed to flicker for a moment. A detail-oriented person would have noticed that the walls (well, what were left of them) had shifted in such a way that they appeared fluid and the ceiling (again, what was left of it) curled in like too-long fingernails. “I know because I am that darkness! I look in it and see my reflection! My face is the face of the eternal abyss and it goes on forever! It is endless, timeless!” All while he spoke his voice escalated, louder and louder until he was almost screaming, though now it was an excited, joyous voice rather than one of anger.
Wide eyes looked around at the moving rubble around them and laughter bubbled out of his lips. “Die? You think that a little rock ‘n roll could possibly kill me?! My little bubblegum haired witch, go ahead, do your worst!” Valerian watched the illusion unfold with little cackles; it was like watching a school play! “I’ve had pleasant dreams with more horrific substance than this,” he thought with a smirk. Then came the spirits and, though he would not admit it, it did hurt. Not terribly agonizing, more like hitting one’s funny bone over and over again, but it was still more than he had felt in years. It was…refreshing.
Valerian roared with laughter as he embraced the pain, the nightmares, and the despair. He licked the blood from his lips and cherished its metallic tang on his tongue and then, just because he could, leaned in and took a taste of the blood on Ruria’s face. Coppery, but still sweet somehow, perhaps sweetened from her own suffering? Either way, she really was quite the little dish.
When they finally crashed down, Valerian tilted his head back and looked at the (upside down) gates. “Ding dong,” he chimed with a giggle, and when the illusion dissipated he was overcome with laughter. “Oh well! I guess they don’t want visitors hm~?” He grinned down at the witch on all fours in front of him and then went deadpan at her words. “You…apologize?” he questioned, his voice blank of any emotion before another fit laughter hit him so hard he found himself doubled over and coughing with the force of it.
“What a s~i~l~l~y~,” he imitated her intonation, “thing to apologize for! I’ll let you in on a little secret: Pain is my companion! My faithful friend! My one TRUE love!” With a single hand he grasped Ruria’s hair and lifted her up off her hands and knees to look directly in her eyes as he continued to madly ramble on. “I am alive with pain every second of every day! It burns through my skin like fire! It corrodes me like acid! You can’t stop me by hurting me dear!” He pressed his hand to her human heart and then let his magic lick along her magical one. “If I truly wanted to take your heart I would have done so,” the witch-eater’s voice came out as an inhuman growl, “illusions of spirits and gates or not!”
There was a moment where he simply stared at her; mad, blue eyes into her pain-filled pink ones before letting his grip on her hair go. “But I do not wish to eat your heart, not here, not now…not yet.” Valerian slowly, leisurely, walked a circle around her. “I want to wait for the day you will be able to pry the blanket from your face and take a look at true darkness, the infinite abyss, and watch it stare back at you with my eyes…”
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 6:29 am
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
Hel had failed.
But, then again, it was the very first time she had been able to use it, and the differences between their tiers was still quite wide. Be it the pain, or perhaps her own inner darkness had been satiated to use such a destructive spell, for whatever reason, Ruria was 'herself' again, mostly unaffected by the consuming spiral inside.
She winced in confusion as she felt his tongue slip across her cheek, shortly before they dropped hard to the ground. Disappointment filled her chest as he mocked her most dangerous spell. I couldn't make the doors open. She thought grudgingly. But then, it's not like I wanted to kill him, it wasn't like that other witch eater...
She crossly listened to him cackling, about to speak up when she felt her hair being tugged and lifting her. This time she did squeal, her hands flying up immediately to grasp his wrists. She had been blasted and sliced at by a dragon blackheart, punched around like a ragdoll by Sibelius, and impaled together with a witch eater by her own shadow arts, but having your hair pulled still hurt like hell. She bit her lip, soft red eyes opening and locking into the vibrant blues of Valerian.
A funny thought entered her. She was really....not afraid of him. Granted, he was scary, much scarier and more powerful than the witch eater she had been so afraid of that she and Kiarei had to kill to save their own lives what now seemed so long ago, and yet, regardless of it all, it wasn't fear that she felt, looking into his eyes, even as she felt his pressuring, hungry magic taste her heart yet again. She simply remained quiet through it all, keeping his gaze.
After what seemed like forever, the painful grip on her hair slackened, and she fell back to her hands and knees on the ground. "There are many kinds of darkness," she murmured softly, eyes drifting to the ground. Some types benefited or harmed the person more than others. Hers, she felt, was turning her into a monster, bit by bit, since she had such little control over it. She smiled softly, always smiling, even if she wasn't looking at you. "They weren't illusions. Unfortunately, illusionary magic is something I never really...had much forte with. But, the gates were supposed to open. Still, it was my first use of it...maybe, perhaps, I was supposed to use it with pure intent on killing, but I didn't want to kill you, not really. I didn't even want to harm you, not really." She looked back up at him, her eyes quite different than before, though still the same. No longer hollow.
He might even kick her over, break a rib for what she was about to say, but even though the thoughts crossed into her mind, the words rolled off her tongue still. "You felt good to embrace," she said, before shifting her gaze away. "Kind of like sifting through a box of trinkets and finding a good memory inside."
Good..memories.
She bit her lip suddenly, almost as if some form of anger rose inside her, but relaxed quickly. Again, something he might punt her or strangle her about for, but again, she asked it. "Will you take me back home? I'm afraid I hurt myself much more than you with my failed spell. You can have my last pastry as payment." Again, she slowly drifted her eyes back to his face. "My name...It's Ruria."
Someone else would look at Ruria with horror on their faces. What kind of person would it take to be toyed with by a witch eater who vastly outclassed them in strength, asking them to return them to their home? To escape is one thing, but showing them where you live, inviting them in? it was a good thing she wasn't on the path to becoming a blackheart for any purpose besides strength.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:03 am
“Types of darkness?” Valerian rolled his eyes so hard they might have gotten stuck in the back of his head had they remained there a half-second longer. “Sure sweetheart, whatever helps you sleep at night.” The sage knew there was only one type of darkness, the pure, abysmal one that swallowed light and hope, the one that exists past sanity, the one he had drowned in and become one with so long ago. All the rest of “types” that she spoke of…not darkness, merely shadows, and as everyone knows shadows don’t exist without light.
“Not illusions,” he thought, the slightest bit of surprise showing on his face via one quirked eyebrow. ”That was indeed a fun little spell then wasn’t it?” There was an idle thought that wandered through his mind about just what he would have seen and felt had the gates opened, but it dissolved as Valerian listened to her babble about how she didn’t want to kill him. As if she could even come close! His temper flared at the implied arrogance but was quickly hosed down by her following statement. The witch-eater stared at her like she had sprouted extra heads (though he would have been less shocked by that than the comment) and then doubled over laughing. “Oh…oh kid you…you’re majorly ******** up,” he managed to sputter out the words between a mix of high and low pitched laughs.
Her request had him fall silent almost instantaneously though and Valerian stared her down for a good minute, letting her see very clearly, that in those piercing blue eyes there was nothing compassionate, nothing good, behind his guise of a man there was a horrific monster. And then he was laughing again, howling really, and this time he found himself choking on his own laughter. Tears even formed at the corners of his eyes and the sage fell to his knees as his whole body shook. “You are…quite the riot kiddo.” A slender finger wiped away a tear from each eye and he looked at Ruria with a smile far too wide for it to be anything but malicious. “I like you Ruria, so I’ll do you one better than simply taking you home.” The sage hoisted her from the ground with his magic and gingerly set her in his arms, carrying her as though she were a rescued princess, a bit ironic really considering the plans he had for her. “You can keep your pastry though, the only sweets I need lie right in that rather well endowed chest there.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 2:43 am
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She was damaged, and could still taste blood in her mouth, so even if she had objections to Valerian scooping her up, she didn't voice them. She knew the doom and dread of her circumstance. All he need do was to reach within, pluck what he wanted, and she would cease to be, and yet she found herself incapable of feeling true fear, not yet. She laced a small arm around his neck, her tired head leaning into his shoulder. He had an unidentifiable somewhat masculine smell to him, though it didn't smell bad...simply that of a man. Strangely, his grip on her did not seem violent or malicious, but his words stirred her to raise her gaze to his cold blue eyes, where she stared for long time before speaking.
"You like me?" she asked rather bluntly, before her lips curled into some sort of half-smile. She even chuckled. "That's peculiar, I think." she mumbled. Why, why could she not feel fear? Logic told her this was a bad situation. Very bad. Logic told her that this man was dangerous, fatal, that he had killed in the past and would kill more in the future, and yet Ruria could not bring herself to fear him, only listen to him. He had an aura about him that said to her, do not anger me, and obey me.
She was, after all, rather outclassed here. "Where then do you intend to take me, I wonder?" She lifted her hooded gaze to him again, something calculating and piercing in her gaze, as she kept her eyes on his face, on her soon-to-be captor's face.
"My breasts do not taste sweet." she said, rather bluntly. "I checked."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 1:05 am
“Peculiar,” Valerian said the word as though as though he was tasting it. “Perhaps so. But not as peculiar as to why a little witch lady seems to be so fond of the witch eater who nearly killed her…twice! The very witch eater who very obviously plans to do nothing but unsavory things to her!” Valerian took to the sky slowly, watching with an arched brow as the horizon softly glowed with the impending rising of the sun. ”Huh. Has it really been that long?” Valerian mused and gave some mild restructuring to his previous plans. After all, he couldn’t fly into any town with the sun out to reveal his witch eater wings and captive.
When Ruria asked just where he was going to take her, the sage laughed darkly. “Well, it appears as though I’m going to take you to my home~” Valerian’s lips curled into a predatory grin as he realized the opportunities afforded to him by taking her to his distorted dimension hideaway rather than simply twisting the witch’s room into its own distorted plane. “Ah, they might not taste sweet to you, but I assure you they are quite so. Especially the little pink bits in front~”
The air in front of them rippled as though it were fluttering silk and then the horizon seemed to unzip. It was as though the fabric of reality really was just fabric, and just beyond it laid a sea of wisps and shadows. “You know, you’ll actually be the first guest ever to my little hacienda! So be sure to behave yourself now~”
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