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 Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 8:30 pm
The wall of Riley's tiny, dilapidated apartment was taking a severe beating. She knew she wouldn't be able to stay here much longer, but she was there for one purpose, and for that purpose she would wait forever. So, her wall had to suffer defilement at the hands of her boredom, and her sword.
Deep, grooved slices speckled the wall with proof of each stab and thrust. She had been there too long. Her sword, her soul, her very core longed to spill blood so desperately it ached deep within. But there was nothing here for her; no strife, no anguish, no battlefield. There was nothing but silence and boredom and dreams of battles she could only wish she'd been a part of. The dreams were new, but no less important.
It was harder to wake up from dreams as seductive as those.
She took the sword with both hands, plunged it deep into the wall, and buried it almost to the hilt. The wall was not as pliable as the soft belly of flesh, nor did it satisfy with the crunch of breaking bone. It only splintered and whined as it moved away from the pressure, leaving her with a hole in her wall, and no satisfaction at all.
One more day. Surely, it would be safe enough for it to visit then. Just one more day, she reassured itself. She could have the patience for that.
She pulled the sword out of the wall, and stared at the damage she'd done with no sense of pride.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:07 pm
It hadn't wanted to wait. Not one bit. But her message, once it had solved her cipher in order to read it, had been quite clear.
Malodore had spent that night pacing around its room with both dogs following, at least until Luce decided that she had Had Enough and flopped down in its path with a meaningful look. It had been a challenge to act as if everything were normal the next day, though its routine had stagnated to the point that any change could be potentially suspicious, were anyone watching.
It went out for supplies on Frightdays. That would have to be the day.
Every hour felt torturous. It wanted to ask her so much; more than that, it wanted to hold her, pull it into its arms and shelter then both under its wings and keep away anyone that would dare do her harm. It forced itself to go through the motions, continuing its work in the labs, checking up on its specimens, doing its shift in the clinic. No change. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that nothing was ordinary.
Fortunately, it didn't have a regimented shopping routine; indeed, it visited many an abattoir and strange supply house to obtain its goods. Dipping into the less reputable parts of Halloween Town wasn't outside the realm of possibility. It turned down the street with measured, even steps, trying not to tense up or move too quickly.
It was agonizing.
But at last, at last it knocked on the door.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:22 pm
The sound of a knock was quiet, but she heard it better through the hole she'd just made. The sword clattered in surprise on the floor as she felt exactly who was at the door next door, waiting for her to open it. After half a year, the emotions that one creature had the power to elicit in her felt strange, and raw. She felt too sensitive to it, like a moment of sunlight against the naked eye after a year holed up in the dark. She opened the door that led to the other room, and carefully walked through, unlocking the door to #6 from the inside and letting it in. But seeing the plague doctor for the first time paled in comparison to the wave of emotion that struck the moment it had knocked on that door. She'd already greeted it, wordlessly. She continued to do so, even as she pulled it inside and closed the door behind it. The woman within was torn in two, forcing the bloodthirsty monster that lurked beneath her skin into a slumber while something much more powerful rose to the surface. The lover. Malodore's, to be exact. The two did not co-exist well. She hadn't beamed so brightly since the last time they'd been together, but in a moment it was as if no time had passed. She hurled herself at the plague doctor, wrapped her arms around it's waist, and suffocated herself in it's presence.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 7:34 pm
Oh. Oh. Malodore answered the mindflayer's wordless greeting with its own, a swirl of intermingled joy and longing that only intensified when she pulled it through the door. Is it safe, it had meant to ask, and how are you, and to a significantly lesser extent your clothes are different, but her presence eclipsed all those things. " Mi sei mancato," it murmured, barely audible, nuzzling at her with the tip of its beak. How had it managed so long without her? Had her absence paled in comparison to the time it thought it had lost her forever? That must have been it. Now that she was here, though, it never wanted to leave her side again. It chuckled, overcome by the mingling of its emotions and her own. " Io sono contento che il sentimento è reciproco."
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 12:22 am
It felt like she was taking her first breath in a very long time. Her heart ached with the onslaught of emotion after a drought so long it had turned cold. She heard it whisper sentiments and nuzzled her face into its cloak, trying not to speak until she'd found some level of control. Anything she said at that moment would have been a blubbery mess of affection and sappy sentimentality, sure to make her cringe with embarrassment later on.
She finally stole a breath that didn't hurt, and she pulled away enough to bring her hands up to its mask, brushing her fingertips along all of its edges and smooth surfaces. She reacquainted herself with every curve and point, and then pressed the smooth surface of her own face against it.
Only then, fully infused with its presence, did she feel safe enough to say anything.
I love you so much. Ah, she had misjudged, she was still a sap.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 7:29 pm
Its amusement was a low hum in its chest, working through them both. "You must, to come back despite everything... I have heard only rumors, mia cara, little whispers in the dark. Some true, perhaps, some not. Was it everything you hoped for?" It wasn't sure what sort of answer it wanted, but its utter contentment at her presence suffused it, diluting any other emotions into a pleasant haze.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 4:37 pm
Riley tensed when she heard the word rumors, but it only solidified what she already knew; she wasn't safe in Amity. She probably wasn't safe here, either. But it didn't matter. Malodore was worth it. Malodore would always be worth it.
I wish I could say yes to that, but I don't know what I hoped for. It was extraordinary, Her breath left her in a sigh of nostalgia. And I have no regrets. But just as everything dies, so too does the satisfaction received. The blood always dries, the fires always burn out. I find myself left with.. I am not sure what I am left with. A hunger. A desire. I hope only for more. Her hands were in constant motion, twitching and caressing all the bone and mask and cloth that made it up for what it was. They disappeared in the dangerous cavern of its sleeves, where she knew it held instruments that could slice her skin if she rubbed against them the wrong way. Her fingers ran across the length of its arms, where only she should touch.
But there was so much. Her voice was thick; it bubbled through their thoughts in a satisfied purr. So much death. So much fire. Complete, utter annihilation. And standing on the crest of the mountain of carnage I created was the horseman heir, glorious and unyielding. Her eyes crescented thin and joyfully. If I could have, I would have taken a picture for you! Oh, what a sight!sosiqui /tries to re-ping so you get it this time
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 5:42 pm
It let its eyes slip closed; her thoughts carried the slick of blood and the taste of ashes along with the words, and it was fortunate that her touch kept it tethered to the here and now. It had nearly forgotten how her 'voice' came overlaid with such sensory and emotional expressions; how easy it could be to become lost in her memories. Every conversation it had had in recent memory felt pale and bone-dry in comparison. Her last words startled a genuine laugh out of it. "A picture, mia cara?" it said, teasingly, reflecting her memory of flames back at her. "Ah, we have been separated too long. Let us never do that again, si?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 6:04 pm
As Malodore fell into the rapture of her thoughts, so too did Riley get a thrilling reminder of how its reactions affected her, both emotionally and physically. It dove so readily into what she offered it, and she found herself accidentally enjoying its reactions even more than she did her own. It was difficult to discern where her enjoyment ended, and Malodore's began.
Oh, I've missed you. She whispered, quiet and shaky with pleasure. I've missed this. I do have regrets. I was wrong. Leaving this was not worth it.
It would be the first, and only time she admitted to herself that Malodore made her feel better than killing ever could.
Never again. Her hands clung to it desperately, taking hold wherever they had ended up. I will not allow it. I wish to find somewhere safe, to keep by you until I can steal you away for all time. But there is nowhere left. And I fear if they incarcerate me, it will only be another parting for us.
That was an unacceptable consequence. Now that she was back in its arms, she'd quickly remembered how hard it had ever been to let go.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 7:30 pm
Its blade-feathers rasped warningly against each other, and it held her even tighter against itself. " Non lo permetterò," it said, voice low; images flashed through its mind of when she'd been held by the Bogeymen before. " Io li ucciderò tutti prima che avesse la possibilità." Then it sighed and shook its head. "So, then. What do we do? I am sure you must have plans," it said, stroking the back of one claw against her cheek.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 11:29 pm
Plans require a little more time and effort than I've managed to acquire as of yet. She purred, her eyes closing as she bent her head towards the claw, begging for its touch. But I have an idea. It requires a few more days of scouting, and the hopes that I manage to find the right people at the right time. I don't like to place my fate in the hands of luck, but I'm afraid I have no choice right now.
Her hands resurfaced, tugging it by its cloak as she walked backwards. Until then, how long do you think you can stay here with me until someone misses you? A day? Perhaps more? How long do I have to sate myself in your presence?
She sounded a little too anxious to proceed with said sating. She did not think she could be blamed. It had been too long since she'd been with Malodore. Riley was flesh and blood and hunger, always hunger.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:46 pm
It followed her willingly, reaching to guide her hands from its clothing to its body, to settle on its hips. "I want to stay with you," it said, softly. "I am so close, mia cara - so close to learning all I can from this place. Then I must seek new teachers." It leaned forward, nipping at the nearest tentacle-tip with its beak. "But I have never before been outside of some sheltering home, be it the Casa or Amityville itself. There is... fear, there, I admit. And yet... are you not my home?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 8:31 pm
And you are mine. She confirmed, pulling it back by the hips into the room with her. Which means that tonight, this is home. So let me welcome you, thoroughly, and lengthily, home.
Sosiqui THIS IS JUST A LITTLE WRAP BECAUSE WHOA NELLY DO WE HAVE A LOT TO DISCUSS
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