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| [Graded]A Waking Dream; [ Clarity & Eric ] | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 20 2011, 06:22 AM (699 Views) | |
| Fae | Dec 20 2011, 06:22 AM Post #1 |
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There comes a point in time, in our lives, when the choices presented are narrowed. It's hard to say just when an 'if' ceases to be, it's hard to point fingers at the definitive we are often unaware exist. The horizon is a barely illuminated thing with as much lingering darkness as there is hope. We must never forget tomorrow is a looming thing. Time will not wait, and there is no guarantee of a choice at all. We must never forget. The moon fell to darker shapes of night and as the light waned its hold upon her was broken. The clouds overhead colored the water between she and sky a murky shade of gray, and her musings dissipated. A painful burning touched her eyes and throat, both, bringing along with it the realization that she'd long since exhausted her air supply. Clarity's lashes dipped low to dust high cheek bones for one last solemn moment of quiet before her head crested the water. That push of momentum orchestrated by aching limbs lifted her chest free of the lakes cloying touch, and filled her throat with a ragged gasping breath just as quickly expelled as it was taken in. It hurt. Gods, did it hurt! With teeth and nail and blessed oxygen did the night fill her nose and gaping mouth. The pain felt good in the wake of a numbing dream. Beneath the pink flesh that shivered and heaved she felt a stranger. He was there, swimming somewhere in her blood and in her brain. These visions were a sickness. Lately, they'd gotten worse. The lake was not free of her just yet, nor was she rid of it. She was sinking once more. Clarity reveled in this letting go. A curtain of night swelled and fanned out around her, her hair. Her limbs fell and tangled in an awkwardly and unintentionally lovely way that ended with the slim length of her forearm extended above her. As her wrist was devoured by the hungry maw of the lakes churning surface, the tapered digits that were her fingers arched and curled in on themselves before at last being swallowed up as well. Submerged, Clarity gave herself over to all sorts of thinking she didn't let herself acknowledge during the day. Every shadow suspended beyond her was a face, was a pair of hands. She could feel him. Waiting. There would be no peace for her tonight, no holding back the darkness. She gave herself to it if only for tonight. And when the sun found her again, she would be shameless upon the lake shore, still longing for a dream. ------- She stole through the winding wood like a doe in flight. Running had never been her strong suit, but it was the instinctual choice when faced with such mighty opposition. She'd been running a long time. Her legs burned from the culmination of every spent breath, and with desperation in her lungs, a bleeding gasp chased every exhale. There was no great evil at her back; it was not the worlds end that she sought to escape! But her brother certainly outmatched the persistence of either. Tristan was all things right and proper - a true heir to the family name - and if he could manage his way, he'd make of her something similar. Well, not today! He'd been doing her share of all life's obligations from the moment of birth (when he pushed through all that yucky to come out first), and she'd be ... well, she'd be something other than herself before she ever let that change. After rounding the bend and putting the manor far out of her sight, Clarity dug in her pockets for the food she'd snagged from the cook's work table on her way out the back. While they weren't the choiciest of provisions - a raddish and a handful of gum drops, the old bat is mad about gumdrops - she figured they'd last her through till sundown. It would be safe to return by then since Tristan would abandon hope of corralling her in an hour or so, and she'd give him another two to pen her homework assignments after his own. She sunk her two front teeth into the ruddy skin of the raddish, swallowing back the bitter taste with a scowl, before dropping down on her lazy bum at the base of an old growth. Meat. She ought have grabbed some meat.. The half dozen gumdrops weren't quite enough to wash the taste of nutrition out of her mouth. Another bite for sheer stubbornness followed, though she enjoyed it even less than the first. Vegetables were fit for rabbits... Clarity had just given herself over to the idea of an afternoon nap when it happened again. That feeling; how insistently it pulled, how fitful, how desperate, how earnestly she felt inclined to obey the longing ... She let her head tip back against the strong brace of elder wood, and for once her eyes were honest. Even her mischief was set aside for this confusion, this nervous bleeding of her spirit in her gut. How long could she possibly ignore it? It pulled her southward in its hounding appetite. How like a wolf, laughing with long teeth bared. He stalked in her skin every inch a looming predator. Something was going to happen. She felt afraid, and only that belonged to herself. It seemed today would be her resolves undoing, for her feet were already carrying her away. To Coreopsis, and whatever remained of a boy she used to know. Edited by Fae, Jan 7 2012, 09:16 PM.
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| 博 Tenken | Dec 20 2011, 09:02 AM Post #2 |
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Hoennese and proud!
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It had been a long time since Coreopsis had been one of his favourite places to go in Fiore, but Eric Bashere was still intent on this place as his destination for this snapshot of this moment of his life. It wasn't that he had any real interest in the place, it wasn't that he had any real interest in any of the people here, it was more of a... feeling than anything else, a vague suspicion that some important thread in his life was here and that it needed resolving now rather than at any other date for him to name. It was a first in a long time for him to leave Acacia without need, without an express goal or purpose for him to fulfill. Not that he rarely left Acacia though, he was jaunting about the continent more often than not with Jessica in tow on this mission or that quest, a request by his Guild Master or even just an expedition he had decided upon on his own, to find an ingredient for some food he wanted to cook for himself or to see a friend he hadn't seen in a long time. But this journey? This tenure into a city not far from his own home but inside which he was not exactly welcomed but not exactly hated either? Well, for once in a very long time Eric was simply walking without purpose, without an express purpose that is. "Sssso why," Jessica hissed venomously from her usual position around Eric's neck, eyes flashing at the boy she was being worn like a scarf by since he wasn't being forthcoming with her and while he was like that with everyone else he was never like that with her, "Are we in Coreopssssissss? Why did you take ussss from our home to thissss place where nobody likessss ussss? Why are you being sssso sssstrange right now about thissss whole thing? Why issss thissss happening?" It was not the first time she had voiced these questions, not the first time she had been snippy with Eric for this entire venture, but Jessica was feeling left out of the loop here and it wasn't something she was used to or liked. Eric didn't answer at first, he simply continued on his path into the town, having only just passed through the city gates as Jessica opened her mouth to speak. It had been an odd trip, he'd gone through it in bursts of speed and bursts of slowing down, alternating between running a few hundred paces then dragging his feet to 'look at the scenery' - something Jessica had called him out on and he had ignored as well. He... well, he wasn't sure what was up. Eric was in an odd mood, something had almost stopped him coming into Coreopsis proper but as his feet had begun to make a circle around the outside of the city he'd forced himself, almost a literal internal struggle between himself, to walk into the city and see if what he was after was in here. It was odd, here in the city he felt a compulsion, though not to leave but just to wait, as though something was telling him that well, since he'd decided not to go directly to the source that he'd damn sure wait for the source to come to him! Ok, so now he was internally anthropomorphising his feelings, but he was bored and confused and bemused and so he was instead interested in just walking, messing with his snake a little bit and although he decided he would throw her a bone soon he was having fun being silent and playing for now. "I'm not sure what it is Jess," he said slowly as they finally took a seat on a park bench near the Eastern Gate of the city, eating a small pie he'd bought at a cart nearby the sauce slowly sinking into the breaded pastry as he ate it in his own strange way, picking around the edge of the top of the pastry, still not touching the meat, "I just know that something is going to happen here, today, maybe..." "Not helpful." Jessica snipped back, eyes flat with annoyance, "Not helpful at all." "I'm aware," Eric said, still lost in thought as he thought he could hear shouting coming from a nearby street and growing louder as it did, shouting from more than a dozen throats but less than twenty, "But it's all we have to go on for the moment." |
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| Fae | Dec 22 2011, 09:43 AM Post #3 |
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The woods narrowed to a few balding trees along a beaten walk with a litter of leaves crunching beneath her every step. Clarity saw none of it. Heard, none of it. She was helpless to resist what had insinuated itself beneath her every thought. A compulsion, a state of second nature. She could hear a heartbeat reverberating in her ears, and yet it was impossible to tell to whom it belonged. Was there anything left that truly belonged to her? Urgency hastened her step, she could scarcely Breathe in such a state! That nagging pull set her teeth to aching, her limbs to shaking, her eyes to burning blinding, unblinking, focus. He called to her - if unknowingly - and today she moved to obey as if her feet were not her own. How long had she thought to deny the inevitable? It was by fates decree that this day should come about. Clarity had feigned ignorance for too long, and now that it was upon her she felt all together unprepared. What called to her was well known - she would behold his face in earnest, at long last. There was nothing to say or think. Clarity had only to push on. Once his face had only haunted her unconscious. It seemed a welcome thing, now, when he moved her in the open light of day. How long had it been since their first moment of meeting? It hurt to remember. Some days the pain lingered behind her eyes like a bad dream, but throwing back the covers was far easier than casting aside his memory. There wasn't a second in passing he ever left her. Such a will drove her on until the trees faded into houses, and the path became a proper road. If people passed her by she hardly knew it. A sense of nervous anticipation carried her until the startle of voices grew too loud to ignore and a broad back of a wall flattened her face. Though an accident, the stranger assaulted her ears with a startled - "Oi! what's the matter with you!" Clarity had never been one soft of hand or faint of heart, but even yet the blow that followed misted her eyes. It'd been a boy some years older than her whose heavy hand knocked her to the ground. Though they weren't well acquainted, they attended the same school, and the glaring squint of his eyes was no accident. "You're that girl, the creepy one." He leaned in, looming strong and menacing, and she felt not a thing. What was there to fear in a mortal man of flesh and blood? He was just as vulnerable as she, if a bit stronger in arm. As he crouched low to taunt as kids are want to do, she could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek. What a disgusting sack of meat.. She clenched a fist and set her jaw, scarlet hues burning a hole through his irises. The corners of her lips turned up in the Cheshire grin she was well known for. 'That creepy girl'. While the identifier itself didn't at all bother her, today was different from most days. Clarity had been dying for a scuffle, for a row, for any damn thing to soak up a beating of frustration. Unfortunately, the location of her commotion was as far from nondescript as could be possible. Her fist met his jaw in a side swipe that turned his head aside. The sound of a tooth wrenching free rung like a bell in her ears as a spatter of blood colored her own plump cheeks. People were taking notice. Rather than meet her fury the boy curled in on himself, shielding his face and the top of his head with his forearms, and still she did not slow. Adrenaline colored her thoughts a hazy red that refused to let up. In truth, she willed it to stay if only for an excuse. Reckless violence cost her nothing, where as the bleeding of her heart could not be contained once he took hold of her again. In the moment she recalled his face her flailing limbs stilled just long enough for a pair of hands to wrench her from the fray. Even the crisp vibrance of spilled sanguine could not recall her from such a state. What was blood to his memory? Her mind raced as time refused to budge, as Clarity herself remained unable to move. The pounding in her chest was unbearable! He was so close, so close - as if closing her eyes would be enough to call him forth. Her breath hitched in her throat, tight and unfulfilling. She couldn't breath - She didn't care! So close... Edited by Fae, Jan 7 2012, 09:24 PM.
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| 博 Tenken | Dec 24 2011, 02:07 PM Post #4 |
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Hoennese and proud!
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The commotion was growing louder, more obtrusive on Eric's conscious and he knew that he'd have to actually go and have a look to see what was going on. The insistence was also combating with the odd feeling Eric was still having, his inherent want to wait and see what would happen to him, a wait that seemed like it was sinking into his very bones and altering what he'd normally do. What would he normally do? Well for a start he would normally get up from his position here on this bench to head down the street and see what was going on. If it was then interesting, funny or beneficial to him in some way he'd intervene in a way that would either persist or end the struggle, but otherwise he'd just watch, maybe subtley fuel the flames of discord and maybe even incite a riot so he could get his destruction-on! But he wasn't feeling normal, and while those impulses still existed he was having a hard time trying to get his mind straight so he could actually get over there and do them. Damn it, he wanted to see what was going on, not be stuck on a bench waiting! He wasn't a wait-and-see kind of person, he preferred to act with all the information at hand but since he didn't have all the information it took a herculean effort for him to stand up and begin walking over there, the feeling that he should wait growing with each step. "Dear one..." Jessica said, her tone now worried as she could see Eric was walking with an effort that was standing out on his face, "Dear one what are you doing? Why are you sssso dessssperate to get over there?" "I wont..." Eric said slowly, eyes concentrating on just entering the mouth of the street before him, "I wont let this feeling... control what I do!" he continued to struggle on, each step somehow resisting him, as though he was walking through wet concrete or something similarly restrictive. He wasn't sure why he was suddenly so against staying put, about following the impulse that had brought him to this city in the first place, maybe it was some residual effect from deep within him that was resisting being chosen out as someone who was to be moved so easily. Hell no, Eric Davram Bashere did not roll that way. And yet, somehow, as soon as he passed the mouth of the street and saw the commotion up ahead the resistance vanished. Not faded, not anything besides vanishing which made Eric stumble a little, regaining his balance as he began to see what was happening ahead of him. It was a bit of a riot, or at least the beginning of one as there were a few adults standing around what appeared to be -through the gaps in their bodies- a pair of children Eric's own age fighting it out, one a boy and one a girl and the girl was definitely winning. Smiling, Eric realised though that the crowd was beginning to get ugly, a few of them were muttering about the girl and as Eric got closer he realised there was some history here, that the boy had started the fight and the adults here were not enjoying this go the other way. And for once, as a fight was going on, Eric was actually disgusted. Disgusted that these grown people wanted to see this child hurt -though she was probably his age- and that her ability to stand up for herself made them mad. He didn't want to see her get hurt, not for any particular reason other than the fact that these adults were maddening and disgusting, and while for Eric to feel disgust was not an uncommon thing, in a situation like this it was. And his disgust lead him to do something he wouldn't normally do. Darting in he shoved a grown man aside, the guy not expecting the small child who had been watching to be strong enough to do that, and in a quick movement Eric grabbed the girl and pulled her back, shoving another person aside as he withdrew her from the conflict with one hand, almost as though he was holding her against him to protect her while in his other hand he drew his sword, the blade making a ringing sound as he drew it from it's sheath to stand guard over this girl his own age. "Leave," he said in a low voice, his eyes shining red as his left arm caught a brilliant golden light over it, his magic activating as he readied himself to destroy these people before him simply for existing, his anger that great, "Before I start to carve the price of your hatred from your bodies. Whatever this girl has done is no reason to want to see her in pain, is no reason to hate her for not being weak. Leave, or I'll make you all pay." For a long moment the people in the circle simply stared, expressions varying greatly but they did leave, slowly but surely, throwing glances over their shoulders at the serious faced young mage with his sword, protecting the girl they hated for no reason Eric knew of. "That's over with," he said, letting go of the girl and sheathing his sword, but not deactivating the magic on his left arm so his eyes continued to shine their bloody red, "What was that all about?" He tried to make his voice friendly and approachable, but who knew how effective it would be... |
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| Fae | Dec 24 2011, 08:58 PM Post #5 |
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The hold of someone faceless, nameless, meant to lodge her free of her query. Clarity was having none of it. If a hellcat did not persist then she, too, like a hellcat, would not persist. Of course that was simply not the case. The debris of the street started a curious trembling as if magnetized, and drawn to the heart of the fray. Pebbles and rocks and leaves cobbled together to meld and mold, glued by a purpose not unlike a forge, only to dissipate without her own notice when the hold was removed from her. Shoved aside. There were voices ringing but she paid them no mind. She could scarcely hear them over that maddening buzzing in her ears, like a radio too close to another. Sweat trickled down her brow in sticky, stinging pain as surely as blood. That stupid prat had managed to glance a blow off her forehead! The beginnings of their scuffle had already left her mind, but her ferocity persisted. Clarity didn't understand such feelings, or any others that churned within her at the moment, but she didn't care, either. It felt too gratifying to feel guilty. She felt the crushing press of a gathered crowd before she saw them. Their breath, like hungry fire, fanned a ring on all sides. They were just as eager for this as the young girl! Perhaps Clarity judged herself too harshly. Perhaps the lust for violence was a barely banked beast that waited within the bellies of everyone, waiting, waiting, waiting for that perfect moment when the heart is laid low and vulnerable. Her arm cocked back with purpose, but before it could be carried out a second grip tightened 'round her. The intention in such a mastery was unclear but it was different than the last. The contrast of a pauper to a prince was relative here, for her attentions nagged to be turned upon such a bold intervention. She fought it. She fought it with as much feral rebellion as she had fury! Her upset for circumstance had been contained too long to simmer. It was inevitable that she boil over, here, now! Such inner struggles had frozen her for a time, long enough for words and words again to be announced. The jackals that had watched and waited, salivating and yipping for the chance of blood, moved aside as she was pulled between. It was curious, and beside the confusion rose an enveloping warmth. Her eyes fluttered closed though her adrenaline charged instincts should not have allowed such. Such warmth... Had the sun come out, after all? Could summer unfold in a minute? Clarity melded against that warmth though the ring of steal ought have startled her out of her fancy. She draped her arms about shoulders curiously short, and bit back a giggle as her lips met a smooth neck. There was no want to see, no need! That nervous tick that had driven her here was appeased, and in that breathless joy there was no doubt at all. It could be no one else. No one, but Him. Perhaps the boy in her arms recoiled, perhaps his limbs and spine startled straight, for he could surely not understand as she did. If it was so, she did not notice. Self-centered though she might now be, there could be no blaming her. Clarity was 6 again. She felt safe, warm, and most of all... as if she had at last returned to the place fate had meant for her to be. Life had become new again, just as he had refreshed her some many years passed. There was no one like her angel. Despite the warnings issued, a few people still loitered about. If some part of her conscious could have separated from her body to view the events that unfolded, the looks upon their faces, she would have died in laughter! What an awkward pair they made, this boy and her! He stood as menacing as a form two inches shorter than her own slight height could stand, brandishing a naked blade and his own nightmare of magic. A demon, surely, and one befitting the company of such a macabre girl. She, for her part, adored him beyond adoration. The smile she wore in her blind contentment was unlike any these people had seen her don. There was no threat or trickery stretched across her lips. There was only the open heart of a little girl, brandished as plainly as his blade, and in that moment she seemed all together very normal. For him, she would be someone else other than herself. And yet.. for him, she was more herself than ever. Her voice was as tender in its coming as a waking dream, for she spoke into his ears alone. There was no fear in her, he had taken that away from her long ago. Clarity had nothing left but contentment for a boy who hardly knew her. Perhaps he remembered her not at all. But he was here now, and that, in itself, was enough. " I worried you wouldn't come... but you did, of course you did. " |
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| 博 Tenken | Dec 28 2011, 01:36 PM Post #6 |
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Hoennese and proud!
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It was the soft feeling of lips against his neck that first alerted Eric that something was a little strange here, though he chalked it up to the girl being grateful to him for having pulled her out of what was quite obviously about to turn into a melee free-for-all against her young and pale body from a whole bunch of adults. Frankly he was more than a little angry that these people had even allowed this to begin and he was more than ready to paint the streets of Coreopsis with their blood and innards without a care for the ramifications he would most likely bring against himself by such a public declaration of violence in the territory of a rival Guild. He was still caught up in the adrenaline rush, feeling it pumping through his body, some of his systems suppressed and others engaged as he felt himself still preparing to tear through the streets after those fools and end them one by one in the most gruesome ways he could think of. But no... he couldn't abandon this girl so soon after rescuing her and who knows if he wouldn't earn her ire not only for abandoning her but actually killing people while doing it. No, he would stay and make sure he was ok and, since he was a curious being, find out what had been happening. And then of course she managed to throw him so off guard he felt like he'd been hit by a train. The way she spoke, the way she leaned in close to him, holding him close despite the flaring magic on one arm, the naked sword in the other and the thick black snake wrapped around his neck, the way she leaned in even closer and whispered to him... It was beyond disconcerting for a small boy who was not only unused to closeness with other people but tried to actively avoid it, tried to prevent himself from getting close to others. And for this girl, slightly taller than him but a girl nonetheless, to be so familiar so easily was... well, startling for Eric. And it drove him off point so effectively that he wouldn't have even noticed a knife in her hand if she driving it into his chest over and over again. "Uh..." he stammered with bright spots burning on his cheeks, not wanting to hurt her or embarass her, or even offend her for some reason which was confusing him since he was normally so cavalier about offending people, "Well... that is, it's the least I could have done, anyone who wasn't a heartless fool would have done the same and... uh...I... it's no trouble..." Jessica was no help, she simply giggled in her snake-y way -kind of like a dry rasp on grass- and slithered off of Eric, unwinding slowly from his arms and using the currently curved form of his side -since he was both recoiling and being held close by the girl- to gracefully reach the ground and slither off a little ways where she curled up and simply watched what was happening between Eric and this strange girl who was actually quite reminiscent of what the snake felt a female Eric would be like, or at least would look like. Maybe it was some kind of magical trick? No, Jessica doubted that, it was probably more along the lines of some kind of coincedence, though considering how oddly Eric had been acting and the weird resistance he had experienced en route to this place leant some credibility to the magical-interference idea. "And why," Jessica hissed to herself in an extremely low tone, barely more than the sound of the wind on grass as well and thus inaudible to the two children before her, "Doessss sssshe sssseem sssso comfortable with him..." Eric gaped a little at his snake as she just slithered away and then he startled himself by adjusting his sword so it was out of the way of the girl as she held him and then put his own arms around her awkwardly, not sure if he should actually put pressure on her and hold her to him or just leave his arms there in a more symbolic gesture. He ended up doing the former slightly, squeezing her closer to him a little bit and looking around with wild eyes, confused eyes, the magic on his arm even flickering out as he forgot to keep concentrating on it and thus maintain it, making it fade from existence. "Uh... excuse me..." he said, still unsure about how to react to this entire situation and so he settled on simply being as polite as he could be while he was being held so warmly by someone he wasn't sure he even knew at all, "Um... do you live nearby? Would you like me to walk you home? And..." he wasn't sure how to put this delicately so it just kind of slipped out, "What's your name?" |
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| Fae | Jan 10 2012, 07:33 PM Post #7 |
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Clarity let herself rest a while against his chest and in his arms. It was here, in the closeness of together, that the strange power radiated. It was magic to be sure. The way it seeped through his pores to warm her posed a curious question... It was true they had met once before, but there was a greater familiarity about this force than even that. As the glow of his magic subsided into flickers and she came to know the spark of his own arcana type. Like playful little embers it danced across the arm that held him fast before retreating somewhere deep within the boy himself. It was different from the pull that reverberated with the beating of their hearts, hers and his, but some of that same static energy remained. Clarity wanted to sink her fingers into his chest to touch that beckoning force and know it, forever, with her every sense. It was a puzzle, and perhaps in a different time would have been frustrating. Understanding lingered at the back of her mind, on the tip of her tongue, like the name of some dear memory. Name. He'd finally managed to stutter out a clumsy request for hers. In a way, she was disappointed. He had forgotten her. Clarity stayed still and silent, just for a little longer, for fear that a dream might snatch him back. How could she be disappointed when he had returned to her? Still, he would have a name, and hers was too thoroughly entrenched in trouble to give. Besides that, she had no desire to be 'Clarity Armisteade'. She had no desire to end this day back at her door. The first vestiges of a lie gathered in her mouth, and before Clarity could spare a second thought on thinking better of it she let it loose, in fear. It was necessary.. just for now, just until Coreopsis was put behind them. When her angel set out again she would follow in his wake. Even the thought of that aching separation choked her breath. But she had breath enough for this. It came all in a rush, that hated word fell from her tongue with such practiced ease she could scarcely note the falsehood for herself. "Helena." A long-lost ghost of a name could not object. It felt right in its own way that it should be Helena that brought them together again. Such a mother owed her that, if nothing else. Helena belonged to the earth. Cold, and dead, Helena had no family, no obligations. Helena was ... free. The internal realization that she would not be returning home today, or for many more days yet to come, was an easy understanding. How could she regret or fear when he was with her? The moment of unintentional intimacy brought about by her whispers to his ear, to his neck, subsided as she became animated and ordinary for a girl her age. " I don't live around here, in fact I was just passing through. You're on your way out as well, aren't you... er... " She'd never known his name! Embarrassment heated her cheeks a rosy shade as a bit of obvious silence settled atop her discomfort. When the cool drag of scales separated themselves from Eric, and from Clarity, her eyes at last widened to sight. A length of midnight loosed itself into the grass with unparalleled grace as a snake. For such a sight Clarity gladdened in earnest. A giggle broke her smile as she, too, unwound herself from his form to sink low beside the grass. She beckoned to the creature like a normal girl might a kitten, without a shred of fear or false adoration. She really thought the thing was cute.... Clarity's head fell back to grin at the boy behind her with eyes bright and joyous in his shadow. A protector. A friend. A brother. An angel. In 7 years, only he had seen this face of hers. Edited by Fae, Jan 10 2012, 07:36 PM.
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| 博 Tenken | Jan 11 2012, 05:49 PM Post #8 |
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Hoennese and proud!
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Her response was slow, measured, almost as though she considered the question before answering it, not that it was really something you had to consider unless you were lying. Not that Eric considered this girl was lying, he had no idea who she was and any name she gave would not have rung any bells. Sure, there were glimmers of familiarity here and there, a spark of memory for a split-second when the light caught her eyes a certain way, but they faded before he could grab onto them, study them, understand them. He wasn't even sure if he was actually remembering her in fragments or if he was a victim of false memories, but either way when she did finally say her name his answering smile was more than a little radiant. "Helena..." Eric breathed when she said her name, an off note resonating slightly within his mind as he linked name to face to girl, forged them together in his mind for future rememberance, "That's a nice name, mine is Eric." She mentioned she was only passing through, which did make Eric a little curious, especially since the hatred that had been directed at her by the people from before had seemed so... personal, experienced, as though there was a history with this girl and she was from here or somewhere around here. But that was fine, he was willing to believe her and maybe there was another reason they hated her, maybe she was a frequent visitor or passer-by -like Eric was with Trillium- and the people had grown to hate her for her actions passing through. It wasn't something Eric could know so easily so he ignored it for now, simply nodded and began to think of what else he could say to this girl, this Helena... Damn it, why was she muddling him up so much? With anyone else he would have already analysed them and filed away their habits into his mind, worked out a way to mess with them to his benefit and worked from there but this girl... maybe it was her immediate closeness to him that had thrown him off balance, but something was making Eric unsure of what to say or do with her around. Her attention switched then, from Eric to Jessica, and the small boy watched bemusedly as Helena moved over to the snake, her posture and attitude clearly delighted by the reptile before her. It was like her entire demeanour changed at seeing Jessica, her face almost literally lit up, her smile bright and shining and Eric felt it warm his cold, cold little heart a little, the frost thawing ever-so-slightly from it. He would give a lot of things to see that smile again, maybe even anything, but he shook off the feeling as she turned to Jessica, the snake looking up impassively at the girl, not saying anything yet but simply watching her. When she turned back to Eric the snake leaned up a little, her tongue flickering out just to touch the girl's cheek once before settling back down, processing the taste. She even tasted like Eric... "So... are you headed anywhere in particular, Helena?" he said, her name rolling off his tongue like an exotic taste, something he wanted to savour, "I'd be more than happy to escort you there, to make sure nothing happens to you on the way. You never know how people will act after all and someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be unescorted." He blushed then, for he had no idea where that had come from... It was true though. |
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| Renji | Feb 8 2012, 04:19 PM Post #9 |
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I love bad b*tches thats my f*ckin problem. Yea i like to f*ck I got a f*ckin problem
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