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 Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2015 3:49 pm
Ofie was a blank canvas - and her entire life felt white.
It was like sitting at a desk and staring at a piece of paper. You could create anything you wanted, but actually starting and ruining the purity of it was daunting. She could be anyone she wanted, do anything she wanted, but she was uncertain and unsure about the life she wanted to create.
What was he dream? He had asked her. She had been thinking about it like she had promised, but had come up with nothing. She was a woman that grew up without getting a say, without ever having a choice or control over her own life. She had never craved freedom and found comfort in her little cage, but now she had it she felt lost. Lost in a world of snow and the ice. Like a creature who had always been in chains, suddenly being returned to the wild with no idea how to survive.
So why was she smiling?
She was still living at the shelter, but had found a job as a waitress at a local book store / cafe. It did not pay much and the work was rather mundane, but she enjoyed reading the books on her breaks and she felt comfortable around the elderly people that made up the customer base. She worked as part of a team with two other people and as always she was taking a while to open up, but they seemed kind enough. At least she saw no reason not to like them.
Having money felt nice too, she was saving most of it, but had splashed out on some new clothes and a haircut. She had even added few faded strands of pink to the ends of it, nobody else might recognise her - but she still saw her old self in the mirror, it was driving her insane and she felt a strong urge to change that image. It was not so bad when she was on the streets, but now she could not bare it.
At least she did not feel as rough and wild anymore; she was back up to her normal weight and her scars had long faded. Her health was improving and energy and life were both returning, slowly but steadily. And she was smiling, smiling about her job, about her progress, about her new mission. Maybe dreams did not matter too much, not if you were content in the moment. She could be anything, do anything.
But this was enough.
She was waiting at the usual spot, ontop of the roof and looking out on the city skyline and the stars in the sky. She wore her hair down and slightly curled, golden eyed intensified under the dark makeup he had brought her that night. Her clothing simple and fitting for the weather, she had tried buying clothes that were different to the ones she used to wear as Emillie. Her gothic dressed had been disregarded for something simpler and more youthful looking, what better excuse to try new fashion than when creating a new identity?
She held her hands together. This was her special place, she did not know is she prayed or just reflected when she was here. Castor had only come that once, so it had become less about meeting him and more about her privacy and the intimacy which came with silence. Maybe some comfort lingered after he left, maybe the cold air just reminded her of how far she had come.
Still, she did miss her friend.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2015 9:58 pm
He'd kept his distance from her, content to only glance by when he passed the area, to make sure no youma or negaverse agents stalked the area. He was determined that Ofelia would not become like- Her name was pushed back into his memories. Her face as she'd died, eye begging him to save her. Her voice, hoping he could protect her- years later and it still hurt. It had been his fault, his mistake. He would not let it happen again. She was out that night and he felt the inclination to avoid her but- he was Castor. Ruled by his emotions, and like a moth to a flame he went to her side, a small wolf whistle signally his approach. "Someone has certainly gone and made themselves even prettier than the last time I saw them. I almost thought it impossible." He smiled for her, hiding his worry behind his mask of affection and aloof charm. "Hey Ofelia." Affection still managed gto seep into his tone and his eyes as he approached her, smiling. "You alright?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 3:55 pm
"Castor!" His whistle alerted her to his presence, standing taller as every muscle in her body stood on end at his greeting.
Of course it was him, he was the only one who ever came to visit her on the rooftops, he was the only one who came to visit her period. The brunette spun around, long strands of hair stroking her face and dancing in the wind. Her approached her, and she hurried to stand in front of him. She held her hands to her chest with her fingers intertwined, a faint blush spreading across her face as she looked to her feet sheepishly. He flattered her too much. "T-thank you. Though you should really not say things like that - you will make me blush." She shuttered and laughed awkwardly, amber eyes peering up to look at him.
He was smiling, and she smiled back, suddenly feeling very at ease around him. She was yet to understand how he always managed to comfort her. Just like Jett used to. "You have not changed at all. You have always been handsome, my Prince." She bowed her head then let her hands fall to rest behind her back.
"Yea. I am great, actually." She answered him honestly.
Things were looking up, not only in her civilian life, but as Mjolnir too. She could have gone into detail, told him about the job she had, the friends she had been making, how day by day life was getting easier. Yet, she didn't. Instead she just smiled and let that look talk for her. "Are you? its been a while." She knew there was no need to be concerned about Castor, he was and always would be indestructible in her eyes.
"Have you come for our date?" She asked.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 12:19 am
He went from a smile to a particularly cruel form of a grin. Devious and the kind he used when he was being a terrible flirt and knew it. "Oh Ofie, being able to make you blush is just one skill I can offer." He ended with a wink, moving to come and give her a hug. It was not charged, but a true embrace. Just warm and that light comforting squeeze. He was still there, and still very much real. "Change isn't overnight. Or well, fast for me. Stubbornness is a royal trait. I'm glad, you're looking better with each visit." Though he felt a twinge of pain in knowing that soon, he'd not be able to. He'd gotten attached. He cared too much, and now once more, he was risking someone else for the sake of his own happiness and living through them and their victories. "I am afraid I am not doing to well, you see-" He let his power caress over him, where once Eternal castor stood was now a royal in full regalia. "I asked a lovely lady for a date and hope she'll not be too upset for me to impose upon her so last second." His hand held out he was not about to remain in his royal form long if she declined. He ran the edge of risk each time. Yet he couldn't stop himself. He was ego and arrogance. He was Castor.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 8:58 am
"Really? Well, I am sure you will have plenty an opportunity to demonstrate those skills." Ofie opened her arms to him and wrapped them around his torso when he approached. She had missed him, his closeness, his flirtatious nature and his comforting aura. The brunette closed her eyes and rested her head against him, sinking into the warmness of his touch.
"It's all thanks to you really. For pointing me in the right direction."
She looked up at him, stepping back as he transformed to witness the state he was in when they first met. She had just about forgotten how amazing his attire and wings were, still as breathtaking the second time around. "Oh?" She looked concerned, like he was genuinely something wrong, but her face softened when his playful tone reassured her this was not the case. Really, could he take anything seriously?
She let on a small laugh and shook her head. He really was going to make her blush if he carried on with that lady nonsense.
Ofie smiled and reached out, placing her hand in his own, resting her fingers on his. "This lovely lady has gotten used to it, but will always make time. regardless." She had not expected to see him again until Christmas, his arrival was a surprise but not an opportunity she was going to waste. Unlike Castor himself, Ofie did not imagine their time together coming to an end or maybe she just did not want to.
Ofie felt like she was going to explode with excitement and swiftly closed the gap between them, standing close as she laced her fingers with his own. "Shall we be going then? Or are you going to make me beg?" Castor was not the only terrible flirt on this roof.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 4:35 pm
He should have pushed her away, should have told her they needed stop. Yet he was just as weak, just as human, and he allowed his desire for touch and comfort override his logic, and had initiated the hug. He was his own worst enemy. "I am blessed then to have such forgiving company. As for begging?" He smiled something wicked at her as his power rushed about them, sending the duo to his world. The vast green valley went for miles, and the air was warm in the sunlight, not chilling wind to bite at skin or require heavy furs. Yet still he'd been ready for his world's ever changing weather, the small picnic he'd set up resting on a small flat rocky outcrop, blanketed with a soft fur he'd recovered. The suns were setting just over one side, giving the world a gold hue, pinks and purples of night dancing at the edges of the horizon. "A gentleman never makes a woman beg, not unless she has misbehaved." He was all flirt, letting go so she could look and see his world. It would be the first and last time. It would be her dream and reality- a parting gift, to know that places untouched by darkness that she knew still existed. "Welcome to my home. To Castor."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 5:43 pm
She never believed it was possible.
She knew it was coming, he had promised her; and Castor had not let her down yet. However, travelling to another world? It was impossible, and every fibre in her body that up until that very moment were her sense of reality was thrown to the wind.
1She was taken back and silenced, he had stepped away and she had not even noticed. Her mind was occupied, working overtime to process the world around her. The unfamiliar skyline, the strange stars in the sky, even the soil under her feet - it all seemed so surreal. It was like she was dreaming.
Though the beating of her heart told her she was awake, and every pulse of blood that ran through her reminded her that this was very real.
Her hands rose to cover her mouth and nose, eyes wide and legs shaking like the ground was going to give out from under her. On seeing the suns in the horizon she visibly topped breathing. It was real, all the stories Jett had told her, it was all true. Their home worlds, it was all truel, and this was Castor.
However through all the wonder that she felt, she also felt a stabbing pain - a sense of loss, a land she never knew, memories she would never recall. It almost made her understand the motivation of the Mirror Prince, almost. With a heart filled to bursting with emotions, she could not deduce which one made her eyes swell with tears.
Though she bit them back, and when she turned to face her Prince once more her face showed nothing more than the most genuine of smiles. She wanted to ask him so much, she wanted to understand how this was all possible, the stories that this world held - too much for the time they had. So instead, she decided that she did not need to understand it, she just needed to feel it.
She went down to her knees ontop of the fur, falling a little harder than she intended, her legs finally giving away to the shock of it all, but as she fell on her back to look up into the sky she could finally feel her heart settling. She had heard his words, he was a flirt, but for once she did not retaliate, she just laughed, locks of brown hair cascading in every witch direction.
"There is no coming back from this, huh? The world, I am never going to see it in the same light ever again. Oh my God.
I want to ask so much, but at the same time, I am completely speechless."
She knew, she would never truly ever understand him, that it all stretched further than she could imagine. And that goodbye she had been threatened with, it now seemed all too real. Where as before she felt like she could reach out and touch him, he suddenly seemed so far away.
So she wondered, why was she still smiling?
"Castor. I-"
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 1:36 am
He was wrong. This had been wrong. Everything had been wrong. He had wanted to help her, but had flown to close the sun. He'd begun to care. To see her so full of hope and light and it hurt him. Burned him with her smile and the light in her eyes. Her victory was his defeat. He watched her reaction and felt tears threaten his eyes.
Wonder.
Her expression was so full of wonder and joy and-
It was the look he wanted to bring to so many others. But this was no what he could do. It was forbidden. He couldn't support people here yet, could no more offer them sanctuary than an isolation. Ofelia was someone he had, genuinely not intended to end up this way. To depend upon him, to tie himself too. He'd given too much of himself again, and this was what he'd been left with.
Her smile was everything he wanted for her.
Her smile was everything he felt for her, crashing around him like a storm that cut deeper than any hail shard.
He'd tried to make feelings with flirtation, but it backfired now. It was not love in the way that was simple. It was not lust, it never had been. But to see her smile, to hear her say those thing, to look at him, as if she might offer him all she was and not judge him, to not see his sins and his darkness and pity him?
He followed her to the furs, and like a fool, he went to her side.
Like a fool, he caught her eyes, the knowledge that she knew he would end it. Not her, but him. He would end it because he willed it to be.
So why then, did he kiss her?
Why did he loom above her, and press his lips to her own? Why the tocuh of his hand to her hand, to draw her closer, to press his tongue to her lips, asking permission before stealing it away?
Why did he violate everything he'd worked for?
Why did he want her to smile, even while knowing he was going to hurt her in ways he never wanted to.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 2:15 am
As strange as it sounded for a magical girl to not believe in magic, Ophelia was just that.
Her childhood was deprived of every fantasy and every delusion, her parents never told her about Santa Clause, preached her any false prophet and after every fairytale she was read; they would explain to her it was just a book. That fantasy was a very human creation used to escape the harshness of life. Her mothers illness. her fathers departure, the pressure that was put on her by her teachers to excel. Never once did she retreat into fantasy to cope, she just lost herself in the realness of it all.
When she found that talking cat, when she felt the power of Mjolnir rush through her, she instinctively thought it was a curse. What Ares did just proved that she was right.
Again and again she was shown amazing things, preformed tasks that she thought were impossible; from jumping across rooftops, to being able to possess strength that she could not comprehend, to flying about the city. She never believed, she never allowed herself to believe.
But here on Castor, with the light from a compendium of other words above them, how could she not? He had won, completely and totally changed her perception and shown her heart senses that she did not know she had. He had won and she surrounded herself totally.
She was not expecting his actions. A strong hand found hers and she could feel herself tense, bringing her mind back from all the questions, from the bubble of comprehension it was in. Brought her back to him. She held onto his hand so tightly, like she would float away if she let go. She wanted to stay here with him, at least for now.
His lips touched hers and she welcomed it, closing her eyes and accepting his tongue into her mouth, letting hers flow into his. Her free hand reached to his face, her heartbeat fluttering so fast it might burst as heat raised to her face. She opened her eyes to look at him as their lips parted.
"I-it's okay."
What was going to be okay? She did not know. Was it okay that he was leaving? Was she going to be okay? Was this situation okay? Were things going to turn out okay? Yes, to all the above. Whatever was going to happen, whatever challenges were ahead, she knew it would all work out. She had trusted him so far, and she was not going to start doubting him now.
Her hand moved to find strands of white hair as she pulled him towards her again.
"I trust you, my Prince."
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 4:33 am
it broke him.
It was another shattering of his heart as he knew he was projecting onto her in a way that wasn't fair, he knew he was using her that wasn't fair, he was utterly and completely cruel.
And he didn't know how to stop himself. He didn't know how to stop himself from feeling. Marlo did- Marlo had. Elzo, Castor, couldn't. He was too much tied to his heart, to his feelings and deep wantings of things to be true and to make things right that this is where he could end up. Trapped, in his own terrible decisions, and what he knew would just keep becoming worse.
It was not okay. It wasn't even remotely okay.
It was him abusing the power dynamic. She was in no position to decline, to feel empowered. He controlled the cards and everything was all wrong.
Yet she trusted him. This entire time, she kept putting her trust in him and he could have, should have screamed at her not to. Yet he didn't.
Instead he kissed her again, deeper, more filled with passion then a tentative gentleness, it was a kiss of fear and hope tangled with knowing this was the last chance, the only chance.
"I told you I am dangerous didn't I?" He was sure he had once upon a time.
"You should not trust me like this. With..this." With whatever he felt he hardly trusted himself.
"I wanted to see you smile. Happy and out in the world, living a normal life. Yet here I am, bringing you further into mine. You were so hesitant yet now you hold onto me. You reach for my hand when I once reached for yours. Ofelia. Sweet Ofelia."
He stared at her and slowly, pulled away.
"I do not love you Ofelia. But I care about you, to point at which I should not. It is a strange desire I feel, for you, your happiness. This is, must be the end. You need to be able to stand on your own, on earth. I can support you, and I will never leave you, not entirely. But this-" Fingers touched his lips as he sat beside her.
"-This is my folly. For all my flirtations, they are not true. My that was real. My feelings while fragmented and broken are real but please understand. I do not love you. I cannot, both due to my want to care and see you florish.. and knowing that I cannot love as I once might have. This is the best I can offer you."
"I am sorry. I had not intended for this."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 11:16 am
She was lost in him, falling deeper into his kiss, her fingernails leaving impressions in the back of his hand as she held onto him. When he pulled away it took her a moment to catch her breath. "Castor?" She whispered in a gasp as her grip loosened on him, letting him slip from her arms with little resistance. She listened to him, and despite wanting to; did not interrupt. She just laid there and smiled, taking in the sight of the sky, feeling the breeze on her skin.
Finally she pushed up onto her elbows, a small laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. "I know this is a dream, that what we share exists at the boundary of both our worlds. It will never be anything but that." He was a Prince, a member of the White Moon, this was his home... There was no place for her here, there never was. He might have convinced her there was light in the world, but she was not blinded by it and she was no fool.
Still, oh hearing that he cared for her, it made her heart rush and sting in equal measurements.
"But I care for you too and I will continue to care for you; no matter your danger, or darkness, or limitations. If this is all you can offer, all that you will ever be able to, then I am still so grateful and overwhelmed with how much you have given to me, every second." He had once said he had loved too much and she very much thought that was the same for her. When she was invested in someone her affections were unconditional and it is why her heart was torn in so many different directions. You do not need to explain yourself and I will never push you."
She reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder, her eyes drifting to the lips that his finger pressed against. She leaned towards him, her voice quieter but her words sincere.
"I will not protest whatever choice you make, but please do not think I resent you in anyway or that you should feel the need to apologise to me, Christ, Castor." Her voice cracked, he did not know what to say, did he even know what an impact he had made?
She bit her bottom lip and for the first time threatened tears. She could say goodbye, it would hurt but she could take it. However, the thought of him going away from this with guilt, it would tare her apart from the inside. Yet, she did not cry, she resisted once more and let out a deep sigh. On opening her eyes again she smiled, and raised her other hand so it was in-between them.
"Take it." She encouraged him, even if his faith was fluttering like hers was, she wanted him to believe in her like she had him. "And we will dream a little longer, before we have to wake up."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 5:46 pm
He took a deep breath. "This isn't a dream Ofelia." Her full name, he looked at her a sadness in his gaze that spoke of wanting it to be a lie, that they could have a small fragment of something. "But this is real. Tonight, today, this is real and freedom from a world that I do not belong to, not completely. I won't steal you away." He reached out, a small gesture, but his hand hovered in the air and with it, the possibility to make a reality from a dream. "If you take my hand, I can promise I will not do what we are not speaking of; of acts that are not senshi and mortal, but an act of a man and woman who care and understand that sometimes to rise one must fall to live without a regret." All things unspoken, a culmination of emotion and intimacy. "If you push my hand away, if you kiss me, I will do such things. I will take you, I will give you a reality from a dream and like a dream, vanish come sunrise. The end of boths paths are the same Ofelia." He was human. As much as he was Castor, as much as he knew his mistakes, he was human and doomed to repeat them. "The choice of which path to take will always be your own."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 6:31 pm
 "Castor, you really are a fool. A stubborn one at that.
I always had a choice.
And I will never regret you."
And she kissed him, knowing that the night they had ahead of them would be worth the sting of the morning.
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