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 Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 6:40 am
“Renaissance.” The ghoul spoke, fortunately not to whom she had called. Voicemail...it kept her safe for now.
“I think it is time. Meet me in my room, or if you have a better place text it to me. I-- I am serious, Renaissance. It is time to smooth out the wrinkles. Do not stand me up.” She tried her best to sound strong, but a slight crack betrayed her efforts of strength; revealing a sliver of desperation. Of hope. And of fear.
The meeting grounds she offered had been in disarray for quite some time, not a single guest to occupy it the missing motivation she needed. Even Natalia was in ruins compared to her former self, not at all caring what the world would see because...well...she didn't go far enough for people to see her. Now however, the room seemed to sparkle. She herself had dressed down, jeans and sweater, with her blue hair kept up in a messy ponytail; but the room was set perfectly for the company she expected.
The werelemur set herself at the edge of the bed, her features expectant, worried, angered and all the other emotions that toiled within her. The door to her room was kept open, a sign of welcome? Not for those who happened to pass by and stick their noses in briefly…but for the gryphon. The white flag of sorts…
And in her hands was the eyephone, shifted back and forth nervously.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 9:34 am
The voicemail had been sitting on Ren's phone for almost an entire day now without him having responded to it. At first he had been unsure as to whether or not he would respond to it - this was Natalia they were talking about, after all. Natalia, with whom his relationship was so far skewed that he wasn't even certain what exactly to call it anymore.
But he couldn't just ignore it. Natalia was one of the first people he had met upon coming to Amityville. She was snarky and intelligent, beautiful and confident, and she had always been there. Sometimes he remembered how it had once been, and he felt a little sad. It was like remembering Gabrian and Alessa; things that had once been that would not ever be again.
His heart ached.
But he had LW and he had Jove, the two things that kept Ren going, kept him sane. Leaving things with Natalia as they were, however...it ate at him, nagged at him, tugged him. He was not usually a person who got into these sorts of situations in the first place, which meant that all of this made him severely off balance.
Which was why, late in the evening, he stood outside of the werelemur's room, hesitating only a few moments before he sighed, shaking his head a little.
He did not bother to knock. Ren folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the doorframe, nudging the door open with his foot to reveal the chaotic mess of the bedroom.
"Hey."
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 4:53 pm
Natalia was tired of a great, many things. Too much to detail, but all stemming from a single moment. A moment of change. The sort she only just started to feel regret for...A change made in the name of love.
Whisper was always on her mind, always the reason she would wake in the morning and sleep at night. She filled her dreams with comfort, made it impossible at times to differentiate between the real and the make-believe...Natalia had never felt so strongly for another being, not ever. And it was because the Were lemur had encouraged this behavior, that the pain of reality struck her down hard. That not knowing where Whisper was worried her, and that not knowing when she would return, if ever, ate away at her every thought. This made everything else obsolete.
Love. It had changed her...
And Monsters like her weren't made for it.
She had long since fallen onto her side, back to the door, curled into a circle with that tail wrapped as many times as it could around her. The thunk of a boot would startle Natalia. She would cringe when his voice resounded, the one she had been waiting for and the one she dreaded. Natalia was unaware of just how much time had passed before her lips parted, her eyes fluttering open--but her back, still to the door.
"You came..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 9:45 pm
Meeting with Natalia felt both familiar and unpleasant simultaneously. Ren had been in this particular place many times - standing beside Natalia, his friend, one of the first people he had ever met when coming to this school. Natalia, who he had trusted, who he had cared for a great deal.
Until both of them - more specifically Ren himself - had screwed things up royally.
Thinking back on it, he was slightly ashamed of himself. Remembering that evening was like remembering someone else entirely; an embarrassment, someone who had lost control of themselves and their senses. But he had been unhappy and hurting and Natalia had been there, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. They had recently had a fight; Natalia's selfishness had created a rift between them already, but Ren's descent into self loathing had only pushed that rift further apart until there was nothing but black between them.
"I did," said Ren, after a long moment of silence. He shifted a little, his tail curling around one of his ankles, wings fluttering against his back. A single feather drifted off and spiraled to the floor, where it lay benignly on the carpet of Natalia's room.
"What do you want?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:55 am
Is it not obvious?
You are distant even now, as you stand the closest we've been in months. I cannot even bring myself to look at you...it would hurt too much. Yet, this pain I have endured for so long weighs heavily on my shoulders and I am growing tired of heaving it in silence. You must remember those times...before now...when things were right in the world. When there were no reasons to fight, only reasons to laugh. Where times were simpler.
I know that a lot has changed. And still, I know that I have not grown with you in the way you would like...that I have not changed as the world has. I can feel your eyes on my back, and your blank stare frightens me. The lack of emotion, or the suppression of it, is hard to accept. I won't turn to face you yet. It will hurt too much.
But I need you...I have always needed you. It remains true now as it did then, in that time when things were simpler. My friend. One of the best I ever had.
I need you, Renaissance. Oh, how I have needed you.
"Why?"
Words Natalia desperately wished she could say hung at the tip of her tongue, while others found ways to slip through clenched teeth. She shifted some on the sheets, loosening the coil of her body just enough to expose the curvature of her slender frame...the sickly gullies that had, at one time, been rounded and healthy.
"Why did you come?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 6:56 am
He wasn't sure how exactly interpret Natalia - or, even less, his relationship with her. It had started off well enough; in fact, it had started off wonderfully. For the longest time, they had been close, close enough that they had trusted each other with even the darkest of secrets.
And then that night. Sometimes Ren thought about it, inwardly cringing at his own stupidity, but then he remembered the anger on Natalia's face, the fury in her voice as she spat out insults at him. It had not entirely been intentional - Natalia had always been rather hotheaded - but really, the fault had lain with both of them.
How did we let ourselves get this way?
He watched her from the doorway, her frame gaunt and hollow, as though she had not been eating properly. Natalia's cheeks were thinner, some of the smooth curves of her body now flat and sunken in. Ren's wings gave a small rustle, then settled back down against his back.
"I came because..." he started, and then stopped, wondering where he was going with this. After a moment he gave a low exhalation of resignment, perhaps even a little frustration.
"I don't know," said Ren finally. "I honestly don't. Maybe to try and fix what we broke? Maybe because you look like hell and that's a problem? Maybe I came just because you asked me too."
He shrugged, sliding his hands back into his pockets.
"I don't know."
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