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Post by Hunter Vincent Cataliades on Jul 18, 2010 20:29:01 GMT -5
WHAT.IF.I.WANTED.TO.BREAK?!.laugh.it.all.off.in.your.face.what.would.you.do.   .what.if.i.fell.to.the.floor.couldn't.take.this.anymore.WHAT.WOULD.YOU.DO?!************
He hated this island, everything about it, and he had not even inhabitated it a day. He hated the people here, very last one of them to their very core, even the ones he hadn't met yet. But more than that, Rahovart hated Subterfuge for bringing him there.
Hate. Sometimes he wondered if there was any other feeling, if it was possible not to look at someone through his baby-blues and not despise them to the very depth of his soul. He had tried to imagine a happier feeling before, but it was impossible. He was the embodiment of abhorrance, and he had no other choice but to treat people with clenched teeth and harsh words, venom in his eyes. It's not that he missed anything, it was all he had ever known from as long as he could remember, and then some. The sky was blue, The grass was green, and Rahovart hated. It was his nature, and no one questioned it.
Subtefuge had confused him, and it wasn't a nice feeling, being that he was the only thing he had seen in that dark cold place, the only constant in his life and the only thing he feared. He had been closed off from the rest of the world, them both, encased by the gates and cursed to do their duties. He didn't hate her; well, not all of her. He hated that exterior, the cruel lies she kept on the surface and the truth she kept buried beneath it. She was two people, and he could only hate one. But he acted as if he was unfazed by her strange effect on him, the confusion she gave him and the goosebumps that formed on his skin. He gave her the same sneer and she gave the same fake smile, as they went on as they were supposed to, with hate and deceit.
"Idiot.", he snickered on his first day when she disappeared, to the absense where she once stood. The second day he said the same, the smile had left his face. The third day was the one where he figured out she was the only friend the miserable daimon had, nature's fault. The fourth day, words didn't leave his mouth. The fifth he cried, so weak for something like him, and they all watched as the tears simply simmered against his hot cheek, steak filling hell. The sixth, he ascended up. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed her company, if he needed any at all, and for once he hated himself.
So here he was, so desperate for some kind of company that he had came up and killed a boy. It was no feat to him, and he was sure he had done it before, and there was no compassion. What upsetted him is that he put some much effort, or any effort, to a person who he despised so thouroughly; knowing she confused and interested him just as well. So here he was, pathetically sitting in the disgustingly beautiful Teardrop Meadow, his eyes gazing on the horizon for Subterfuge. He hated that most of all.
************COME.BREAK.ME.DOWN!!!marry.me.bury.me.i.am.finished.with.youTAG. cathedral vradica/subterfuge!(:
WORDS. 522.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. THE KILL - 30 seconds to mars
NOTES. hunter's first post woohoo~
CREDITS. made by karma!
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Post by Cathedral Vradica on Jul 18, 2010 23:46:55 GMT -5
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Cathedral was being odd as usual. Today she wasn't testing her luck on some shifter's rocks. No, today she was wandering about. It would be a lie to say she hadn't considered going back. But pressing her luck was in her nature. Just because she could feel her heartbeat grow weaker and weaker each day didn't mean that she wanted to die, but such facts had been priorly established with that woman, Talbot.
Ice white eyes covered by the brown irises of her human exterior gazed over the blades of grass. So delicate, so fleeting was their life- she didn't need to fear death. Certainly if one of the sins chose to take their anger out on her, she would be upset, but not quite afraid. She was a guardian of hell, and the siblings wouldn't want to have to find an untrained daimon to fill her place. She was good at what she did, though she didn't look forward to the work when she had to return home.
And she didn't look forward to Rahovart's criticism. It wasn't as if she meant to abandon him, but time was relative between their realms, as they both knew-- she had been on the earth for fourteen years roughly, yet only days had passed in their time. Her time spent on earth felt so fleeting. ... Did she want to extend it, or was she glad for the excuse to go back home?
It was a curious question as to why she couldn't answer that. Perhaps it was a bit of both. A bit of yearning for her familiars, and yet the want to stay and explore lands yet unseen.
And this was by far the most interesting place yet.
Ivory Island-- unable to leave, yet unwilling to stay, most of the inhabitants shared that mindset.
Just then-- wait, who was it? The presence of another of her kind was closeby. She decided to investigate, and thus gravitated towards the daimon. Her eyes narrowed with recognition almost immediately. A human exterior that didn't quite match his daimon form, but the expression was unable to by mistaken. "Rahovart," she spoke calmly as she neared him from the side.
"What a surprise to see you here... I didn't think you cared about venturing into the land of mortals." Funny, they were mortal to their own degree... but relatively speaking...
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Post by Hunter Vincent Cataliades on Jul 19, 2010 0:47:19 GMT -5
WHAT.IF.I.WANTED.TO.BREAK?!.laugh.it.all.off.in.your.face.what.would.you.do..what.if.i.fell.to.the.floor.couldn't.take.this.anymore.WHAT.WOULD.YOU.DO?!************
Rahovart sighed, seating himself amongst the green glass, tickling skin that wasn't his. He shuddered at the feeling, as he felt a laugh try to make it's way out his mouth, the pure thought disgusting him. He rested his chin in his palm, his finger tracing circles around and about his new flesh, trying to take his mind off his lost companion. The sun baked his back with it's warm rays, and if he could destroy it, he would. He hated the light, long growing accustomed to the gentle caress of the cold dark. Still, it's rays refused to leave, blanketing him in a river of holy light. Great, all it needs is a damned butterfly.
Mother Nature must have been gazing down upon him with a smirk on her face, as wings fluttered about him, landing on a strand of hair that hung in front of his eyes. The colorful thing's wings batted back and forth, it's eyes staring at him. It brought a smile on his face as he snatched the thing up, his hand like lightning, and crushed it in his palm. His fingers came up, one by one, revealing the remnants of the creature, which only gave a twitch then ceased movement altogether. It's wings laid crumpled and ripped beside it, the feather-like softness felt good against his skin. He brought it closer to his face, glaring. "What an ugly thing you are. Your just a moth with colorful wings.", he hissed as if it knew what he were saying, it's proboscis flicking out in response. He even waited, though it was more of a pause as his eyes burned into it's small abdomen. "You just sit here and act like your something beautiful. You lie. You are hideous.", his finger ran over the thing's small chest, feeling it's miniscule heart beat. He wanted to push it's chest in and crush it, his utter animosity for it was too much than he could could express in the weak little thing.
He brought his attention back to the yellow horizon, as he felt his gut twist round, the way he got when he felt one of the siblings coming to him, that 'eye at the back of his head'. It seemed to be increased up here, as he saw the frills of a girl's dress twirl and wrap around her lithe body. He didn't need to guess, he knew it was Subterfuge, without a doubt. That odd wickedness about her bounced off her like sunbeams of the sun, sending it's waves crashing over his body. Why do I enjoy that feeling, he wondered to himself, knowing it would be a question best left unaswered and best left unsaid.
Before he knew it, Subterfuge was standing there, in front of him, in all her glory and infamy. He read further into her voice, searching for any hidden or double meanings to her her simple greeding, finding a strange lack of suprise in her voice, as if she expect him here; And rightfully so. Then again, even with that, she could still be meaning something else. Rahovart decided it was best to take in the words how they were on the surface and keep his examining to himself. "Well, if it isn't the butterfly herself.", he smirked, as he held up the butterfly's broken wings in front of his eyes, the sun shining through the torn holes and casting little streams of light, freckling his face with it's whiteness. "Hello, Subterfuge. Nice to see you to.", sarcasm apparent in his speech.
He dropped the bug, and it made a weak blunk as it hit his shin and descended towards the ground, as it made a feeble attempt to fly away, it's broken wings batting as fast as they could to no avail. It's tiny legs tried to crawl away, burdened by the weight of it's own damaged body, just trying to drag itself away from this place, anywhere else. Hunter stood up, teasing his toe under the thing, and he could have swore he saw a look of hope on it's inhuman face for just a second. Smiling, he crushed it, making a crunch under his soul. He only looked up at Cathedral with narrowed blue eyes and a cruelty-laced smile, just taking in her reaction as if it were the only energy that sustained him.
The smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a look of dissapointment instead of anger; in truth, it was because it his nerves had long cooled down, his rage diminished whilst he waited for her to arrive. His flame of anger had sizzled down into nothing more than an ash, it's embers carried off one by one in the sweep of the wind. He thought of her words before answering, a rarity but not an impossibility for the daimon. Coming to his mind, he didn't recognize them, guessing it to be simply one of those throwaway comments between the two, just a part of one of their conversations that seemed to emerge when they had gotten bored. He wouldn't be suprised if he had though; Besides this place, Ivory wasn't exactly the picture of beauty, the angae-riddled ship that sat on the shore in ruins instanstaneously coming to his thoughts.
Smirking, he decided to instead answer her question with another, inciting, "I didn't think you still knew hell existed.", he replied snarkily, his eyes narrowed into slits as if to examine what damage the words had inflicted upon her, though as usual, she would come out unscathed by them, happy to be heartless. But he didn't forget why he was here, and for once wasn't distracted by her questions that seemed to scream false interest, a placebo for the problem and meant only to further avoid it. A hiss ran through his teeth, his tongue flicking about like a serpent, "I think you know why I'm here, Subterfuge.", he said venomously, as his fingers clutched to his thighs as not to lunge at the girl right there. I'm going to tear this butterfly apart, wing-by-wing, leg-by-leg, he told himself, and he couldn't help but smile, the thought bringing joy to him.
************COME.BREAK.ME.DOWN!!!marry.me.bury.me.i.am.finished.with.youTAG. cathedral vradica/subterfuge
WORDS. 1028.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. BAD ROMANCE - as covered by 30 seconds to mars
NOTES. whoah. did not mean to write that much. ._.
CREDITS. made by karma!
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Post by Cathedral Vradica on Jul 19, 2010 22:26:54 GMT -5
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She didn't smile as he called her a butterfly, didn't wince as he crushed the physical one beneath his feet, didn't show any hint of emotional substance that dwelled within herself. She knew Rahovart much too well; he had been her companion for as long as she could remember, guarding the gates of hell at her side. They often fought, of course, as much as they could fight with Rahovart's firey temper and her own lack of interest.
With an uninterested look, she tilted her head to the side. "You're so funny, Rahovart. I may have ventured into the cocoon, but I am no butterfly." and then there it was, an odd laugh, a creepy cackle that didn't match the pretty face it belonged to. It was inhuman just like the creature controlling the broken down voice box.
No, she hadn't quite died yet, but she was coming close. The heartbeat was so faint that one would think she was dead if they simply touched her chest. "I died in the cocoon that day, you know," her laughing fit stopped as suddenly as it had came on.
Would Discord be disgusted to see this side of his sister? Or whom he believed to be his sister? ...Did Subterfuge actually care or were her years as a caring older sister simply a lie? Was she a slave to her sin or simply a master of its art? So many unanswered questions, and she hadn't come close to discovering any of the solutions while here on earth.
"If you've come here to kill me, I'm afraid you're too late. Can you not tell I'm already dead?" Subterfuge continued on, stretching out her arms before spinning around once and letting her blue dress flutter out around her. Then again, and finally a third time before she straightened and a serious look returned to her face.
She studied Rahovart carefully. "It doesn't matter regardless. The siblings are here. If they should choose to lay judgement on us for leaving our posts, then they will. In the meantime, I intend to enjoy myself." she concluded, gazing at her companion with an unreadable expression.
Such were the ways of deceit and deception.
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Post by Hunter Vincent Cataliades on Jul 20, 2010 4:22:29 GMT -5
WHAT.IF.I.WANTED.TO.BREAK?!.laugh.it.all.off.in.your.face.what.would.you.do..what.if.i.fell.to.the.floor.couldn't.take.this.anymore.WHAT.WOULD.YOU.DO?!************
Rahovart sat there, acting unphased and unsuprised from his companion's lack of laughter; He had grown used to her strange sense of humor that seemed to fade away as the winter faded into spring, and he oft wondered if she had one at all and all her laughs were all forced. Her words sounded smart as they left her lips, as if she had prior planning before saying them. But that was as he had always known her, her words falling into place perfectly like a Tetris game, each part fitting together as it sprung from her head. They were beautiful and music to his ears, and he eagerly awaited to see what she said next, and for once it didn't matter if she meant it or not.
The next part mattered, though, and it spelled out her hurt before him, even if her face refused to show it. It warmed whatever heart he had, and it shot a sharp pain through his chest, being that he had used the organ so little. He had long forgotten it, thinking it useless, and if he had the choice to remove it he would have done it long ago. He couldn't help but wonder what other part of him would have to suffer through though had it been absent. He could only hope that it wasn't another lie, a rare truthful word in her long string of lies.
It should have been a good thing, but for once he looked down upon Subterfuge with pity, sad to see such a pitiful thing. Did she enjoy all these lies she told, or was it merely her nature, something she couldn't help? He hoped it wasn't, knowing the guilt he'd feel, and he had known that to be the most painful emotion of all. No matter what she said, she was like that butterfly; so beautiful and yet so delicate. He refused to look down, simply taking a step forward so he couldn't see what he had already done. He paused for a second, a lump in his throat, as he tried to find something to say next.
"They say a cockroach can live two weeks with it's head cut off.", he spoke, breaking the long silence between the two. He finally took a look down at his feet, to look at the withered wings of the insect, and saw that it still tiwtched, hanging onto the remnants of it's life, now cut short. He wasn't one to show mercy, and this insect was merely just one in a million of them. But for once, he did, as he touched the fingertip to the animal, and used as much energy as he could muster up to stop the poor creature's heart. It was strange; because he still felt as if Subterfuge was still the only one he had ever shown any kind of compassion to, even then, because to Rahovart the bug was her. "Maybe butterflies can do the same.
He didn't give her any more hope beyond that; he couldn't. He could feel her dying, that human body weakening every second she inhabited it, and soon enough she would be stuck there in her real body, her lie gone. And what would she be then? Suddenly, he had realized what for years he had turned the blind eye to: without her precious lies Subterfuge was nothing more than a scared little girl, and a smile etched across his lips, finally spotting her weakness. Somehow, that sickening feeling of care had switched to hate in the mere second, and yet they felt so different and similar at the same time, the emotions molding into one, big confusing mood. "Then do so.", he finally managed to say, and with that, he had finally let go of Subterfuge. He didn't need her anymore, and he felt so free to escape from her world of lies. But as always, he was sure she was going to find a way to pull him back in.
************COME.BREAK.ME.DOWN!!!marry.me.bury.me.i.am.finished.with.youTAG. cathedral vradica/subterfuge
WORDS. 667.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. THROUGH THE TREES - low shoulder
NOTES. i kindof enjoyed writing this. c:
CREDITS. made by karma!
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