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Post by Vespyr on Aug 31, 2009 19:36:07 GMT -8
It was dusk, the sun casting a somber violet veil over the sky that grew steadily darker... The dying rays reflected in Vespyr's eyes as she stared emptily, her hands around her knees, the toes of her combat boots peeking over the side of the rooftop. She felt empty, drowning... in frigid tragic waters... her anger was still there, but it was no longer burning her insides like it was only days before; no, now it throbbed like an aching bruise, the kind of painful disbelief that was a symptom of broken trust and heartache... All of which were frustrating, unfamiliar emotions to her, but instead of rejecting them, she let them take hold. She was no longer kicking and screaming against herself; for once, she just let herself react naturally to the grief.
Fleesh was there of course, in the alley below, chasing wisps of shadows, his one eye keen and shining with the determination of youth. The feline was very in tune with his mistress' emotions, and, not wanting to invade in her raincloud, he kept himself occupied while she was pensive on the roof above. Suddenly, a familiar scent was picked up by his soft brown nose; !!
With a meow of delight that caused Vespyr to snap out of her trance of depression, the little animal took off around the corner in pursuit of his prey. The femme, with a frustrated growl, jumped down and trailed after him.
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Post by Scene on Aug 31, 2009 19:45:44 GMT -8
'Ah...'
The cornerhouse. A large, painted brick building with ember doors and tile thatched roofing, a familiar yet frightening place for him. An original birthplace, a madhouse, orphanage. His eyes had rolled back into his head as memories caught and stimulated his brain, a violent torrent of past and present colliding in an fusion of pain and death. He breathed deeply, taking in the sweet scent of sweat, blood, and...He sneezed. His eyes opened, his head rising slightly as he looked left, a tiny creature running around the corner and stopping, its one glistening eye staring straight into the mask of its enemy. Scene just stared, slightly shocked at the sudden encounter with an animal whose demise he had envisioned on so many occassions. This meeting wasn't one he would had dreamed to happen again, and within a week, but what startled him more was that he was glad to see it.
He turned, watching as the body of the animals owner followed around the corner.
A smile, his eyes blackened by the shadow of his hood, his hands deep in the pockets of his sweater. Destiny could not be denied, and though he hated to believe his fate was controlled by the pwoer of an invisible and unseen force, he couldn't help but wonder if it had a sick and twisted veiw of life and a violent concept of anger. She would run- and he would follow. As soon as she turned, whichever way she turned, he would be standing in front of her, not an inch away, the grin gone from his lips.
"Hello, girl."
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 31, 2009 20:14:05 GMT -8
Vespyr presently stopped chasing the cat and stood in silent shock, her mind drawing a painful blank as she looked into the masked figure's eyes. Moments ago she had been missing him, feeling betrayed and broken...
"I'm sorry. but it has to be done."
Sudden fear and anger sparked in the girl's heart and she stooped swiftly to pick up the kitten, turning on her heel she did so, already several yards down the sidewalk in an instant. Scene... he had tried to kill her once... twice... and would not have the chance to do so again. A tear rolled and dried on her cheek as she turned a corner with a sick feeling that burst upon her like a hatching nest of spiders when he suddenly appeared before her, his face grave and unfriendly, just the way it was before he had tossed her emotionlessly out of the tower, letting her die... At that point part of her had died; but she survived.
Vespyr took a step back, only to find that her back met the cold wall; Scene was now blocking the only exit. She looked at him with a silent fire in her eyes, like a trapped animal... that she be. Her eyes took in every detail of him, drinking him in like a harsh alcohol that burned her throat and made her eyes water, yet she could not bring herself to cease, addicted to the pain.
"You.." she began, stopping with indecision.
You tried to kill me.
You broke the heart I never had...
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Post by Scene on Sept 1, 2009 8:20:33 GMT -8
Her face, a look of abject terror, a strong, glaring hatred burning deep in her eyes. Still though, he could sense and see, there was a lingering hunger for him, like a twisted addiction adapted to suit the needs of one who hates the human race. Scenes lips pulled back, revealing a charming smile, his eyes still blacked in shadow, the only indication of thier existance being two small points of light deep in the caverns of his skull. He withdrew his hands from his pockets, stepping forward and shooting his hand upward, as though to strike her, stoping and slowly traily the back of one warm finger down her cold cheek. It had been so long since he had seen her- too long in fact. He should have located her sooner, let it be known that he didn't forget.
"Your way with words hasn't improved i see."
He looked to the cat, scowling at it before turning his eyes back to her.
"Why have you been avoiding me? Your thoughts linger on us but you willyourself away from where you know i can be found..."
He coldly, for he knew her thoughts. They had also been on his mind...He tilted his head, knowing she would remember well his habits. He put off an aura, a sense of thier sweat and bodies mingling...he knew she would feel it, for he could feel it in his pants too.
She wanted him.
Perhaps not that way, not now, not so soon.
But she wanted to be near him, to feel his presence. He would spread his arms a little.
"Come...give us a hug..."
His grin widened.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 1, 2009 8:38:05 GMT -8
Vespyr's eyelids- and her heart- fluttered as he gently traced his finger along her cheek, the warm touch sending chills down her spine. She felt weak at the knees for a moment as his scent washed over her, as well as the memories of their bodies entwined on numerous occasions... She longed for the feel of his skin, though it made her feel wild and untamed, far from her comfort zone.
Her eyes opened, in all seriousness now, her mind snapping back to the present. Her hand reached up, grabbing his wrist tightly and throwing it away from her face. The way he seemed so nonchaleant about this... didn't change the fact that, though she was strangely allured to him, he broke her trust in the worst possible way. They tacitly say it takes forever to build trust and only moments to shatter it... very true. Vespyr had never trusted anyone in her life; when she had let her guard fall in his presence, he broke the bond over his knee like a feeble branch.
"You tried to kill me, remember? Is that not reason enough to avoid someone?" she hissed, her visage dark and dangerous. She knew he had no intention of letting her go with out some sort of closure... but Vespyr wasn't about to weakly release her inhibitions again, not until Scene found a way to redeem himself. An apology would only be a single drop of gas in the tank; she wasn't falling for his tricks, not again. For all she knew, behind that wicked smile and mask of his was a burning passion to rip her apart, to get his paws on her and get the job done at last.
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Post by Scene on Sept 1, 2009 9:04:05 GMT -8
His smile faded.
"And you have never tried to kill someone?" He tilted his head in the other direction. "You ever think that each person whose life you takes has felt the same way you have?" He smiled again. "Or perhaps you think that an emotional attatchment between us should change that?" His wide grin faded to a rather small smile, more....civil than his face was used to. "And in a way you would be right, i guess. However, i could not begin to explain to you what happened and why because in your mind you have already convinced yourself that i have no excuse." He took a step closer to her, theyre bodies almost touching as he looked down at her, this time his bright green eyes clearly visible.
"Though i did apologize, didn't i. It's not enough for you, however- that much i can see." He leaned in, cupping her face with his left hand. He smelled gently up her neck before whispering in your ear. "Go ahead, ask yourself if you don't forgive me. Even just a little..." He would pull away, no sign of merriment in his eyes or face. If she refused to answer, he would brush his hand across her eyes, and when she blinked in reaction, he would be gone. He was actually on the rooftop above her, and he called down to her, something apparently clenched in his fist.
"Very well, child. If you wish to have answers and apologies, try, just try, and catch me. If you can, i will give you one Question and one Request. If your uninterested and truly wish to never see me again, then i will move, and you can refuse to follow."
He turned to move, and as he did a large red rose would fall down to her feet, the stem full of thorns and covered in his blood. It was her choice- there was a ladder leading to the roof, and if she chose to let him go he was vanish, and make sure that it was from her life forever.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 1, 2009 9:28:01 GMT -8
The troubled eyes closed as his hand covered them gingerly...
"Go ahead, ask yourself if you don't forgive me. Even just a little..."
Do I forgive you?
This was, without any doubt, the moment when Vespyr's infrastructure was demolished; the Berlin wall in her heart fell slowly to the ground, dust in the air, the pieces crumbling magnificently, all the pain and tears and hate from her past becoming the broken debris. Forgiveness. It went to join all the other new things she had experienced with Scene, probably outranking them all.
She looked up, her face blank, to where Scene was perched on the roof. Her eyes smiled beneath the deep cover of anger that was slowly disappearing, but her visage was still a placid one, making no effort to speak words or follow him to the roof... She wanted to talk, yes, but that could come later. Her heart was still pounding too painfully to think straight at the moment. Her eyes witnessed him disappear from sight, reaching into her pocket and grasping a soft fabric between her fingers. Scene's shirt. Earlier in the week she had stolen found another corset to wear, but still she kept his in her deep trenchcoat pocket as a momento of sorts.
She withdrew the thing from the abyss of her coat, as well as a pen and, after a brief rummage, a small wrinkled scrap of paper on which she swiftly scribbled a message in her messy handwriting. She tucked it into the shirt, which she folded, and placed it on the ground, sticking her fingers in her mouth, emitting a sharp whistle to get his attention. If and when Scene looked back, the parcel would be sitting in the exact spot the rose was only moments before, and Vespyr would be gone.
If he were to stoop to pick up the shirt, a small piece of paper would flit slowly to the ground, an adress and a brief message scribed onto it.
"You are forgiven."
(ooc: you know how to get there. Read Vespyr's blog for description :P)
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Post by Scene on Sept 1, 2009 9:38:28 GMT -8
His fingers clasped the soft fabric, lifting his shirt slowly without expression. He had been sitting on the roof, waiting for her to climb up. He never planned on truly running- he just wanted to see if she came after him. Upon seeing the fabric on the ground, however, he had frowned and wondered. Now he unfolded the shirt, the small peice of paper falling slowly to the ground, his eyes following it as his expression went unchanged. He bent, picking it up, reading the three words that had never, in his entire left, been said for him.
You are forgiven.
His eyes widened, his hand trembling.
Fear overtook him.
He stood, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
He had to find her again.
He looked to the address, the terror that passed through him rippling in a violent wave one last time before passing once again to memory.
He smiled viciously.
Happiness and Pride- two feelings he had the moment he began to walk away.
'I knew i made the right choice by not killing her when we first met...'
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OOC((Yup, already read it ^_^ ON MA WAI))
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