|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:06 am
This is a self-RP log between my foxes Luka and Morphine. Please don't post <3 
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:15 am
Memories... All the memories, they wouldn't leave her alone, tormenting her night after night every time she closed her eyes. She was exhausted, mentally and emotionally wrought from the chaos that was her past. The memories were the worst part of all of it. She could handle the cold hard truth: That she had been created from a petri dish, her DNA spliced and twisted and manipulated, her tiny embryo growing inside a tube of crystalline blue liquid oxygen. She could accept that part.
It was after she'd reached maturity that her own personal Hell began. Needles and tests and pokes and prods, examination after examination, the demand to know what sort of powers she might possess... And when she seemed to possess none? She was a failure, no longer the apple of the scientists' eyes; they moved on, shoved her to the back. There was talk of harvesting her...
Morphine shuddered, her body trembling as she pressed her eyes shut. No. She wasn't there anymore. She'd gotten away--and she'd made sure that the entire damn place burned just like the Hell it was... But Jaxxen... "Jaxxen..." she whispered, velvet voice barely audible. Jaxxen had been a friend. The only friend she'd ever had--and she'd been his only friend as well, because his touch could kill. But it never once hurt her. Her own latent powers kept her safe and a bond had formed between two test-tube foxes with no lives.
She hadn't seen him since the escape. She came back here, to this very spot at the edge of the city, where the forest met the cement slabs, hoping that one day he'd come home to her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:26 am
His life should've been simple. Born of two beautiful mothers that he loved dearly with his little sister being one of his best friends, things should've been good. He was happy--it wasn't that--but...something was off. Something was missing in his life, try as he might to rectify that with girls, booze, and playing gigs at the local bars. Music was his love, his life--put a guitar in his hands, let his fingers fall over the frets, and he could be lost for hours. He and his mom Keegan had their own little band, though it was nothing big. They hit the indie scene to get their fix and it was nice. Simple.
But yet it wasn't enough. There was something wrong with him; he didn't notice it at first. Girls flocked to his side--he blamed it on his charming good looks--but they were too infatuated. He felt like a rockstar and yeah, for awhile it was great, but after so long? Ten different girls later, all of them acting the same way towards him, grabby and needy and demanding, he just...wanted something real. He wanted something, a spark, a click with someone who didn't seem to go ravenous at the mere sight of him.
Luka sighed heavily, hands stuffed in the pockets of tripp jeans as he meandered out of town. He needed to get away, go play guitar in the quiescence of nature. So, guitar slung over his shoulder, shoulders hunched as his hair blew in the soft summer breeze, he made his way towards the forest he'd played in as a child.
What he didn't expect was to see a slender young woman sitting on the curb, knees bent and legs splayed, her punked-out blue hair matching his. A smile rose to his face--Morphine--and he made his way over with a soft sound of hello, so as not to scare her. She jumped anyway... "You okay?" he asked, his voice a low thrum of sound, his golden eyes caring. He was fond of Morphine, who helped raise him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 4:02 pm
Morphine gazed out into the darkness, shadows playing across the ground like ghosts, the breeze picking up, kicking up a swirl of summer-dry dust, sending it swirling. That's when a low male voice murmured through the silence--and she jumped. Arms wrapping around herself, panic soaring into her throat to beat there like a monster, she spun around, braced on wobbly knees.
Only to see young Luka North, his acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder, his royal blue hair falling into his eyes with an emo edge. She took a breath in, held it, let it back out slowly, and smiled. Luka was a beautiful soul--it didn't hurt that she helped her friend Keegan and her mate Lula raise the two kits, being a god-mom of sorts. But lately she'd been away, and in that time, Luka had grown up. Big time.
At his words, she bobbed her head in a nod, then looked back down to the place where she sat. "I'm alright, just...thinking," she murmured, sitting back down before gazing up at him, patting the seat behind her with one hand. Her fingernails were painted black.
So were his. Coincidence? She wasn't sure, but it made the beat of her heart speed up. "Sit with me? Talk?" she asked, her voice kept soft and velvet smooth.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 4:10 pm
She hadn't changed a bit--but he was aware that he had--and yet, the way she looked at him was different and yet not at the same time. It was still Morphine, still those soft blue eyes hiding all sorts of untold emotions, that soft voice with promises of deeper things.
He'd been a kid before--oblivious to the beauty of a woman, and Morph was a beauty. Different. But it was a good different. She was alot like him with his chains and loose jeans and buckles and spikes. Hell, their hair was damn near the same color.
Yet, here she was--staring up at him with those goddamn beautiful eyes, eyes he'd never really noticed before--and she wasn't throwing herself on him. She was female and there never really seemed to be a difference in those other women. It was like a chemical reaction in them, drawing them to him, natural magnetism.
"I'd love that," he admitted with a low chuckle, shrugging his shoulders before flopping to sit next to her. Their knees knocked together and he caught the small smile on Morphine's face--loving, gentle. Just like she always was. Not ravenous or needy. Just...her, and he heaved a sigh of relief. "What is good, lovely? You look like you just lost your best friend..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 6:56 pm
Morphine just smiled, a sad little thing, and let her fingertips tap out a light beat on the ripped out knee of her jeans. She cocked her head to one side, ears folding flat for a moment. In a way, she had lost her best friend--literally had lost him, their pasts entwined like the hands of two lovers, but he was gone. Just gone, lost in the void of Life, and she worried about him. He'd been her rock, the one person in the damn world who understood her, who understood what she'd been through, their pasts locked up in a safe on the insides of their minds. A past she never spoke of.
Her lips twisted in a rueful smile. "Just reminiscing, I guess," she replied, glancing sidelong at the younger male. He'd turned out shockingly handsome, though with his bloodline that much was a given. Keegan was a beautiful soul, but she'd wanted more than friendship--something Morphine, at that time, wasn't willing to give.
But what about now? Could she settle down, put her past aside and take a mate, pass on her genes? Was she even able to have kids? The thought sent a spiral of sadness through her, clenching her heart tight. She'd never really thought about having children of her own, not until Keegan's kids.
Morphine swallowed back a lump in her throat. "Give me something to focus on," she said suddenly, eyes bright with sorrow. She reached out and touched his hand, let her black-nailed fingers touch his, and she could've sworn that a spark danced from him to her. "Tell me a story?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 6:57 pm
Luka sat next to her, dwarfing her small frame with his taller, lankier one. The chains on his belt and jeans clinked against the ledge and the soft evening breeze blew his hair into his eyes, but he never looked away. She looked so damn sad and soft and...sexy. God, where did that come from? He chewed on his lower lip, sucking the silver lipring into his mouth. God, they looked like a pair...but no--he couldn't date the girl who pretty much helped raise him, no matter what his gut was telling him. Nope. Not going there. He sighed low and listened to her talk.
He could listen to her voice for hours. She'd always had that ability to lull him, whisper soft and mesmerizing, and now that he wasn't a reckless kit but instead a reckless young adult? Damn... Then she looked to him quick, pain flashing through her eyes, pain that she tried to hide, and their hands brushed.
He felt it--that connection. The spark he'd been missing. God, could it have come at a more confusing, unfortunate time? "A story? Hmm..." He paused, looking up at the sky which was beginning to darken, the barest light of the stars beginning to peek from the blue expanse. "Okay. There was this one time, when I was younger and you know, I got into alot of trouble with Mom for wandering off too much. I don't regret it, just saying. But I went down to the river and was skipping rocks and...I saw you."
A smile played across his face at the memory. She'd been alone and completely uninhibited, singing to herself a melody whose words were from a different languge. "You were singing, so softly, to yourself and all I could do was listen and think about how pretty you were... But it always made me wonder why you were so damn sad."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 6:58 pm
Morphine tensed at his words, his story, and she could remember that day so well that she could almost taste it, taste the saltwater tears on her cheeks as she sang the song she'd always sung to Jaxxen, to lull him asleep when his nightmares panicked him, sending him into a frenzy. She'd been the only one able to calm his rages, the only one able to smooth down the beast inside. He had a killer's touch--he was the ultimate weapon--but she never feared him. She just felt for him, her heart an aching open wound.
A single tear slid down her cheek. "I remember. I...didn't know anyone was out there. I was thinking of someone I used to know, someone close to me who disappeared from everything. We lost contact. I thought... This is stupid, I know, but I could've sworn I'd felt him. His essence, yeah? So I sang, hoping to bring him back." She shook her head, another tear joining the first. "I just want him to be okay. I would sleep better at night, knowing that he's safe and he's protected and he's happy."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 6:59 pm
He felt the heartache in her voice as if it was his own, his throat tightening. He reached out and swiped a tear away, leaning closer to her to wrap that arm around her slender shoulders, pulling her close. "I'm sorry, Morphy," he murmured into her hair, which smelled of strawberries ripe off the vine.
But inside, he was curious... Was this fox she spoke of, was he her mate? The one she looked up to? He was stuck by sadness then. "Were you...in love with him?" Color him selfish, but he had to know--yet wished he'd never opened his mouth. God, he was such an insensitive p***k. "Sorry, that's none of my business. I just...seeing you so sad kills me, lovely. You don't smile enough."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:00 pm
Morphine swallowed back the emotion, bottling it back up inside her heart, and pressed against the warmth and familiarity that Luka exuded. Her head tipped to rest against his shoulder and he smelled warm, fresh, like family. "Me too," she whispered, eyes darting out to the forest around them, still and silent except for the occasional birdcall.
His question surprised her and she sat up straighter, fingers knotted together in her lap, a nervous habit she'd always had. Love. Jaxxen? "N-No. I mean, yes, I loved him. We were raised together in a world where we only had each other, so naturally...we were close. Close enough that his loss has hurt more than it probably should, but no. In love..." Her lips quirked, another sad expression from her box of sad expressions. "I don't deserve such a thing."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:01 pm
Relief washed over him at her words--at least until the last part. She didn't deserve love? "What?" The words snapped from him, sharper than he'd intended, and he watched he fall back. "No. No, that's where you're wrong. Everyone, even the bad guys, deserve love. Love is a universal thing--nothing can destroy love. Alright? You got me?" He leaned in close, close enough to smell the soft scent of the perfume she always wore, most likely with an obscure name like 'indie' or 'valiant' and it nearly took his breath away.
He gazed into her eyes, bright blue and deep as an ocean, and yet guarded, and his heart began to beat fast. She stared at him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted and his chest squeezed, anticipation and anxiety warring for the win. He wanted to kiss her like she'd never been kissed before, to steal her breath away, to make her melt into him. God, he wanted it so bad he could almost taste her.
Instead he swallowed and stood up quickly, chains jingling. She startled, glancing up at him with a confused expression on her face. "Let's do something. I want to do something. You wanna go to a party? With me?" he asked almost breathlessly. "Forget everything, forget our cares and just let loose, have fun?" He bit back a please, not wanting to be pushy.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:01 pm
For the smallest of moments, she could've sworn he would've kissed her. Her emotions were in a jumble and her heart was leaping up her throat as he got closer, his eyes on her eyes, and then her lips, and even though she was conflicted, confused about what they were, she...wanted it. A shiver wound through her and she surprised herself by leaning forwards to initiate that damn kiss when he leapt away. It startled her, her hands fluttering at her chest.
His words sunk in slowly. "I... I don't know. Is that a good idea?" she asked, pulse still clubbing in her ears. She liked parties, the loud music to drown out any thoughts, the brush of bodies against hers, bodies that held no abilities. Simple... And she loved to dance. Slowly, she smiled a little quirk of her lips. "Alright. That sounds like a fun time. Why not? We've only got today afterall, yeah?"
The look he gave her was enough to set her heart on fire.
She might just be in deep trouble...but maybe that's what they both needed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:03 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
