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 Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 2:29 pm
There was a certain rumor about a certain uke with a certain flair and a certain legend that seemed to eminate about until settling like dust upon the floor. And when the dust finally settled, the rumor was proven true. By an angel.
He was moderately short, with very long legs and a fragile stature. Brown bangs of a honey gold continuously fell into his deep crimson eyes that swirled with gray. Constantly he pushed one side behind a pointed and pierced ear and constantly he was timidly fidling with a golden ring on his finger. His wings seemed to be drenched in blood, and his arms covered in scars (although perhaps they were tattoos?). Fishnet covered various body parts, and skin-tight shorts covered any else important. There was a gentleness about his timid adorable self that was highly attractive to most and the angel's personal bloody legend was a secret he told few, if any.
And now, that particular angel was moving along the floor, barely touching it. Gliding into the middle of a large room he sat down on a chair, a single lone chair, and stared into space. It was almost a meditation, except that the building was old and creaked and whistled with spirits and after an hour the legend left and found himself along a sidewalk, gently propelled by wind and wings. Where would the wind take him next? He wondered.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:04 pm
Sometimes it's the little things that one appreciates the most...fresh air...sunlight. Deprivation of such causes an individual to long for it...lust for it. So now that Hayate could roam the outdoors again...feel the warmth of his skin and the breeze sifting through his cerulean skein of hair. It was heavenly, if a demon is allowed to use such a comparison.
Long confinement, and not at all by choice, had caused this one to become restless...searching for what must have awoken him. Wide blue eyes drank in the landscape...the people and things about him. Though he did not know what he was searching for...
He felt himself an imperfect being, caught up in a world that held more splendor than he.
But he too, found himself walking along a sidewalk...traveling from somewhere to somplace...and that's...that's when he saw another...another individual...to whom his inquisitive blue eyes were drawn. And he halted, not knowing of what import this might be.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 12:43 pm
There was the slightly pause in the angel's glide and then a halt altogether. Blind eyes met the demon's, as if searching for something unseen, and then a small smile crept upon his lips. The blue eyes of the other were soft and the angel knew perfectly well that the man before him was familiar. Too familiar for introductions, yet still they needed to be made.
A very low voice escaped his lips (low as in volume) and they calmly flowed to the other, "Hello kind stranger." It was obvious he himself was at a disadvantage, it was almost pathetic. And yet, his voice was so kind and understanding it almost made everything in life seem like a slice of delicious cake or pie (whichever one preferred more).
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 12:54 pm
Sharp ears caught the other's words easily...as they seemed to flow towards them, tangible, like he should be able to grasp them. His faint smile, though small, was indeed sincere, knowing not that the other did not see as normal beings did...as Hayate did.
"Hello..." His voice was rich and rolling, the sort that made you feel as if you might reach out and touch it. Dark and sensuous, like a lovers, as befitted his appearance and species. "...you call me kind..." The smile widened, "Not quite what I would expect from an angel." But his words were not harsh, in fact, he was pleased by what the other had said.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 1:31 pm
"What reason have I to judge you on appearance? All are kind unless proven otherwise." A smile graced his delicate lips as he let his arms hang by his side easily. A gust of wind ruffled his locks and shifted his bangs so that his dull gray eyes were visible. They looked more like holes in his head, but they were deep and graceful, perhaps even comforting. And then the wind died, and the bangs resumed a spot in front of the holes.
The voice definately befitted his body, and it was a voice that nearly brought tears to the angel. He knew it! This was who he'd been looking for, and once again the wind led the angel to his fate. Reaching out his hand for a handshake and a greeting, he spoke sweetly, "I am Azikayal."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:15 pm
Reaching out his hand, as soon as he felt their hands touch, the merest brush of skin, Hayate felt as though it was right...as though...he had known this one somehow...a familiarity that he was unable to place.
His smile grew warm, and he grasped the offered hand firmly, "And I am Hayate...I thank you for being so...nonjudgemental...or open-minded I should say." Beautiful...a strange tragic beauty...though why Hayate had the word tragic come to mind....he didn't know.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:40 pm
A bit of memory flashed an imagery into Kaya's head, and he winced slightly at the exact moment Hayate gripped his handshake back. However, the angel didn't erase the smile from his features. His wings seemed to ruffle themselves and the scars on his arms looked oddly alive for a moment, as if there was a power underlying them. A dangerous and beautiful power.
"It is my pleasure to meet you... Hayate..." He tried out the name on his tongue, it was different then the other name, but still as lovely as the other had been. Kaya knew it was his punishment to suffer with his curses and these bits of memory, but still he smiled and still he searched for the one thing that'd ease his pain. However, from the demon's willingness to associate himself with an angel, Azikayal knew that the demon must've sensed the bond (however faded it might've been for him) that they had had, once upon a time.
"It's hard to be close-minded when you know only how to be the opposite. I have always the opposite." Kaya's smile seemed sad, but because of his covered eyes and their blindness, it was near impossible to tell.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 6:41 am
To say that there was...something unique, striking...almost disturbing about the other, would have been an understatement, but the demon felt drawn to it by instinct. Or was it instinct? Was it perhaps something else? Something he did not understand but was simply left to feel?
"As it is you...Azikayal..." The name rolled off of his tongue like a caress, something he did innately. But perhaps it was intentional this time.
"Always the opposite..." Canting his head to one side, a lock of sky-hued hair fell into his own similarly colored eyes. "...I cannot remember a time when I have been close-minded...and looking at you..." He smiled faintly, "You're going to think I'm being silly but...something tells me that there's a good deal I cannot remember."
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 12:23 pm
It was a delicate feeling, to know someone but to not ... in the essence of the word, know them. Azikayal was happy to simply meet new people, people that he had perhaps known once upon his time. The time when a journey had taken him around the world to his death, to his death in the arms of a demon. A suicide.
That was the irony of it all! He'd commit suicide and yet had been restored (curses and all) with angelic body. That of a bloody fallen angel, whose powers were weak and who's body was even moreso. And yet, another irony! The man before him was also a demon, a demon for whom the suicide was commit. Or was he? It was not Azikayal's place to judge.
Whether or not this man before him was who Kaya presumed him to be, the angel felt no right to barge into his life with memories and pleas and bloodshed from the last life. It was not his place to invade in a life that could've been happy, not his place to ruin someone like his words could. Gentle and soft as his voice was, the words that weighed down in his mouth were too sharp to speak and as if on command, a slight trickle of blood fell from one of his wings. It splattered and disappeared into nothingness, merely a dark spot on the pavement remained.
So instead he spoke like that of a wise man, like one to whom you'd go for for advice, "Memories are fragile things like paper. One's mind rips them or sees right through them as if they are unimportant. Many people cannot remember many things. Do not worry if you cannot, in time you might. Though I hope you will not be eager to find them, for they can cause more pain they they'd be worth." The smile seemed plastered on his eternally gorgeous face.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:02 am
But whilst the other knew him...in a way, Hayate only had the vaguest feeling of familiarity by which to guide his course in this encounter further. Azikayal...a pretty creature, and one who seemed infinitely fragile...
Hayate knew he had a purpose...somewhere...he knew there was some reason he'd been given this flawed body, his scars...not being able to grasp at the tendrils of memory...pain...that flaunted themselves as fleeting phantoms just beyond his reach...not allowing light to be shed upon them.
"Memories..." He frowned, "I think...I would rather know, than to be kept thus in ignorance, and perhaps miss something of import that could mean all to me. Or to another." The demonic being did not know why he added that last, blue eyes following crimson trail to the sidewalk beneath them.
"Perhaps there is pain there...great pain...that might change the shape of my future, and even who I am...but I do not think that it is folly to want to know the truth of oneself." Even should that truth drive one mad.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:47 am
Azikayal was impressed, to say that much. His hair wavered as if his own choices and own destiny was wavering, and with a flicker of movement that was the slightest of shivers Azikayal's became a fearful contortion of pain. It wasn't that he was currently in pain, simply that his plastered facial expression had shown the emotion hidden behind the mask. It was ugly and furiously saddening, a guilty face that belonged on one of extreme guilt.
One such as himself.
"Do you sense it?" Kaya croaked out in his whispery pained voice. "I know you. And you know me..." Kaya bit his lower lip and wrapped his arm about himself. He was trying to understand if he should tell the other what little he knew. Though, it was quite obvious the other wanted it and a trickle of blood left Kaya's lips as he spoke the following word: "Escalestes..." A trigger word, but for what?
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:28 pm
When the other said that name, blue eyes clouded for a moment, as though he was taken to someplace far away...in a place borne of legend and nightmares...a ripple in the careful walls in his mind, but no more. It was only like a whisper, and then a physical shudder...and then nothing...eyes bright and understanding, firmly rooted in the present once more.
"I know you..." The demon murmured, taking an unsure step forward, and he wiped the blood from the angel's lips with a single finger.
It was like the slender being's pain, be it emotional or otherwise, affected him in turn.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:44 pm
Azikayal didn't move, simply his unseeing eyes gazed at the demon before him. The finger that wiped away the blood made him nervous, and yet he couldn't help but long for a clinging touch from the other. It had been so many years and all of them were so lonely. Nothing but pain despite it all. "You do."
It almost seemed like Kaya was sad, but his facial expression kept that emotion off of it, and instead showed a happy sort of pain. As if he enjoyed this torture. "You know me... as Lafiyal."
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:51 pm
"Lafiyal..." The name was repeated with something akin to reverence...and almost-remembering...as though somewhere it was held as sacred. Fingers moved upwards instead, brushing the angel's cheek in the lightest of touches.
"You were important to me..." Something in his voice wavered, but this was the only fact he had grasped...and he clung to it...the only concrete thing he knew now...for his world had been shaken to its foundations.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:56 pm
"Yes." Kaya (aka Lafiyal) whispered, his pale cursed hand gliding across the fingers on his cheek. The sparkling blind eyes wavered and tears, clear and pure tears fell from them. So this man really was his Escalestes. The one to whom he'd be so inspired by, he had died for. Should that be mentioned or would it only cause more pain?
It hurt the angel to think he was causing pain to one he had once held so dear, but perhaps no longer. Did the demon Hayate still care about the angel Azikayal? Or were they lost causes as the legend was lost in the wind? It couldn't be said they had been lovers, they most certainly had not. But Kaya was sure of one thing, he didn't want to be friends with someone who's very prescence caused pain. He only wanted to bring the other happiness, and this was the opposite. Or was it?
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