Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
"Seriously, you should stop appearing like a ghost... although you are, from my past."
TAGS: @zeit01 || NOTES: second thread in crescent moon OTZ
Regalia. The name of the throne that was too grand and too high even for a beast that has lived for decades. Yet, at the age of fourteen, she inherited it from her father with a vow of a lifetime; to keep the legacy of Jung-Ho and Min-Yung on within the infamous group, Rapture. She tilted her head in the same direction and instantly, like a blowing wind, she cracked her neck by tilting her head to the other side. A huff of relief escaped from her mouth. That feels good, all right.
Man-made dog howls heard from far, few buildings away from where she was. Silvery blue eyes glanced to the direction without a word spoken. It was nothing to be hyped about. It was a howl of secured; a howl made by one of the members as a sign of assurance that no one uninvited has trespassed the ground. You see, within this glorious district of Crescent Moon, there was a nightclub called Nightshade. That nightclub was the house of Rapture members, or they called themselves Rave. Their leaders, the six Regalia, were not very friendly and open-minded to let other affiliations to pass by their street freely, especially the female vulpine, Haine, who somewhat has issues with another local rebel group, Wraith. Faint growl escaped from something near her feet. Her eyes looked down and upon sighting what it was, a smile appeared.
"Kuraze." She called the name gently, carrying it up and placing it over her shoulders. The fox's fur was warm and comfortable. She had a pleased expression on her face as the little creature snuggled itself against her. Her hand reached up for the long nozzle and patted it. Good boy, good boy.
It was like any ordinary night. She would walk along the street, greet her group members along the way and return back to the nightclub, where a boy was waiting. What about her parents? Well, they lived here in this island as well but in their own house. Haine respected their parents and preferred not to disturb their privacy to stay together until old age, peacefully and happily. Those peaceful and happiness were unattainable if she continued to live with them, since they will be disturbed by Rapture matters and whatnot. Haine decided to take things into her own hands and left the house for her parents and her twin brothers.
She stopped and looked up at the moon. "I wonder... if awn-nee is looking up at the same moon now." She muttered. It has been years since she saw her sister. She was small at that time and, sadly, the image of her big sister, Rika began to fade through time. All that's left were letters from her through a mysterious sender. She closed her eyes and recalled her sister's word.
"Even if we are apart, we will still be sisters. Always."
Suddenly, Kuraze growled and, immediately, Haine turned behind with her sheathed sword pointing up and to a figure. It was man, and oh how sweet of her not to forget him. Bitterness began to linger on her tongue and like a poison that name was, she spit it unwillingly. "If it isn't Eira. Seriously, you should stop appearing like a ghost... although you are, from my past."
OUR FUTURE'S HERE AND NOW, HERE COMES THE COUNTDOWN!
hands lifted into the air—the universal sign of surrender. one dark brow arched in response to the fox’s growling, but he expected nothing less from kuraze. pale lips twisted into a faint smile when the moonlight glinted off the sword, the metallic blade momentarily reflecting the night sky. the disappearance of the blade left the duo in a standstill—unable to return to the past, yet still connected to one another. the bitter irony of the situation amused the dark haired model as he folded his arms over his chest. to an extent, syeira wanted to return to the past… to the days of simple pleasures; however, it would never happen. he accepted his fate, which meant steering clear of hae-sun and her blade. if one lived on selene isle, the probability of running into people increased due to the limited space, which translated into strained confrontations with his ex-lover. the wraith elite did not begrudged hae-sun for the traumatic end of their relationship, for he never expected it to last. it had been a beautiful dream—doomed to a fiery death and fated to destroy any chance of a normal relationship between them, but a beautiful dream nonetheless.
a ghost? he echoed, cocking his head to the side and blinking twice as he contemplated the word. i would hate to add that to my list of aliases. sapphire blue tinted eyes shifted away from hae-sun’s figure, studying the star studded sky behind her. his path brought him before her, and for once, he wished to be far away from the woman. his expression morphed into one of apathetic indifference while he resumed his trek, eating away at the distance between himself and the blackette. before reaching the boundless fighter, syeira had been wandering the streets, searching for his assigned target. the assignment had been burned—per protocol; however, he remembered the haunted features of the teenaged girl, who could not possibly deserve her looming fate. i don’t mind being a ghost to you though. it might save me from being skewered by your blade. should i start running? i would hate to lose the advantage because i decided to talk. jaded chuckles caused his body to tremble. yes, he enjoyed baiting hae-sun, but he rarely kept talking. to an extent, he wanted hae-sun to stop him and to force an answer from him. the chuckles slowly faded away as he ceased moving and unfolded his arms, slipping his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.
syeira pivoted to face hae-sun once again. features shadowed by his bangs while his posture radiated a defensive aura, and hidden within the shadows of his hair, his expression displayed a wide array of emotions—a stark contrast to his aloof demeanor. his assignment weighed heavily upon his mind though his ability to concentrate on maintaining pretenses dissolved as the seconds passed. hae-sun’s familiar presence helped wash away his shields despite the disastrous end to their relationship. he still respected and cared for her, and a portion of his heart wanted to believe that she would assist him in dangerous situations. he understood that the faint hope was ridiculous and proceed to ignore his emotions, locking them away in a box and shoving them into the darkest recesses of his mind. there would only be a strained relationship between him and hae-sun—one tested by their affiliations to different groups and one slowly destroyed by their past. with a shake of his head, the dark haired male whirled around and took a step forward. the night played homage to the assassins and the liars, to the murders and the crooks, so it became his playground. however, even assassins and murders wore chains that bound them to obligations and assigned tasks.
haine, the model ceased moving as he voiced her chosen alias, turning his head slightly to study the woman from his peripheral vision. should blood be spilled tonight? the words echoed in his own mind, for he dreaded his upcoming task. perhaps hae-sun could distract him… could keep him from hunting down his prey, which would extend the girl’s life expectancy. his contractor feared requesting assistance from anyone else and would not hesitate to see syeira’s body beheaded and burned. during their meetings, he contemplated poisoning the cowardly fool though he maintained his polite façade, having still seen a use in the man. perhaps he should target his employer instead, forget about the girl and eliminate the source. a breeze ruffled his clothes and grabbed at his hair. ah. his eyes slowly closed, hovering at a half-mast, while a forlorn smile settled onto his androgynous features. nevermind. i think i found my answer. it was a pleasure seeing you again, hae-sun. with those words, he resumed walking, half expecting to disappear without hearing another word from hae-sun and half expecting her to launch an attack due to his flippant use of her name. a pleased smirk replaced his unusually solemn expression as he waited for her response.
"Just because I ignored you, you thought by calling my name would piss me off?"
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It hurt her and she doubted he was hurt the most. People said woman's heart is as fragile as a crystal jar; once its broken, it can never be fixed. Their romance was long dead, and its ending was as horrible as the Shakespeare's legendary masterpiece, Romeo and Juliet. She did think there could be a future for them. She prayed damn hard that, with kindness and with some kind of magic in her prayer, her partner will be a girl. She wished her bond with her true name partner will never exist as an obstacle in the relationship that was blooming so beautifully between them. Then, that night arrived when within just a minute, she felt she was hit by a ten ton truck from behind. It was painful, unbelievable and stupid. Yes, how stupid of her to even think there could be an everlasting love between her and Syeira. She should have known the fact both of them were residents on this island, and so they were true name bearers. She constantly denied the conscious in her heart that maybe, just maybe, he could be part of an established group in the island. The truth hurt her and, one again, fate fooled her.
She was played all along.
Her face remained cold and all there was lingering on her lips was a frown; a very painful and displeased looking frown. She like nothing more like a beast leashed and chained in a room. No matter if she was able to free herself from the chain, she could never leave the room as it was locked from outside. She had thought of leaving the island with an excuse to find Rika, but it was not right. A piece of her, that was torn and broken, was lingering in a lost state here, in Selene Isle. The woman gripped the holder of her unsheathed sword even tighter. She felt breathing was tougher and, reluctantly, she huffed heavily through her nose. Was she greatly hurt? The cold and demon-like face spoke of no such pain had happened, but not her heart. She took the longest shower in her life that night, mixing the water that rained down from the shower head with the water that slipped out from her tear ducts. Her low cries were unheard and her whimpers were like faint drums thanks to the pouring fake rain in the bathroom. It was hard for her to move on, but she has to. She must move on, for the sake of her pride as a Rapture's Regalia, and her pride as a Fighter. Haine watched his movements. He seemed fine. The same old elegance he displayed remained the same. Too bad she could not tap to his tempo anymore.
Talk? So, all he ever wanted was... talk? Was he born idiot? She could have chopped him right here, right now if she wanted to! There was reason for him to appear in front her if all he wanted was few minutes of bloody talk. The female gritted her teeth. Oh, I see now. He was simply testing her. He wanted to see how far her determination to finish him off, was he? She faintly growled and gritted her teeth even more. Her body posture showed a sign of sternness, as if she was trying to content an overwhelming emotion that was suddenly bursting from within.
As the man closer in, Haine fixed her posture into a more defensive posture. She muttered something and Kuraze immediately jumped off her shoulder onto the ground beside her. Hisses and pre-snarls heard escaped from the fox. They were warnings and if he was someone who had spent two years with her, he should realize taking another step closer would be a very bad idea.
Why now, Eira? Why now? Her eyes remained fix on the man, while her mind wandered in train of thoughts. Even after seconds passed, Haine never actually, physically and verbally, replied to him. The words were there but they lingered in her mind and at the tip of her tongue. It was hard to pretend he was a nobody. When he stated he had found the answer he wanted and was ready to walk away, Haine's eyes closed half way. Her gaze softened with her front now was his back. The last part of the sentences, however, made her scoffed faintly.
"That's an underhanded trick you have there. Just because I ignored you, you thought by calling my name would piss me off?" She exclaimed, finding this was just absurd. She clicked her tongue and immediately Kuraze climbed up to her shoulder. Her fox mask had left hanging beside the head's left side before she swiftly slapped it down and fit perfectly over her face. Her eyes remained visible through the mask's eyes's holes. Her voice heard slightly different and deeper as the mask was functioned to hide her identity. The female shrugged her head and muttered, "Your existence defines piss off so well that calling me 'that' name will only turn my desire to kill you off. Honestly." She sighed and turned away from facing his back. She spin her sword and tugged it behind her on her hips. Her eyes lingered far off the street and she spoke, "Since you are here to talk, then talk." Her voice heard stern and yet somewhat pouting. Her mind began to swap through questions she has right now.
How have you been? Where have you been? Have you moved on completely? Are you still looking for reasons to be able to turn back the time?
OUR FUTURE'S HERE AND NOW, HERE COMES THE COUNTDOWN!
cobalt blue hued eyes shifted to watch the stars as hae-sun’s voice caused his momentum to halt. once again, they reached a standstill, and in his mind, their relationship consisted of distance—a pitiful struggle to eliminate the constant void between them while the other kept slipping away, moving further and further out of sight—and of starts and stops. his smirk twisted into a slight frown, the slightest curve to his lips. in the past, their secrets created the formidable space between them, and as time passed, the distance increased until the incident. when he stopped and allowed his mask to dissolve, syeira could easily voice his own reluctance to drag up the past. his heart—to an extent—still belonged to hae-sun. he could not erase his feelings and found himself trapped—between his fighter and hae-sun, between his heart and his mind, between his obligation and his desire. they both traversed a dangerous road, and with each passing, their route’s intertwined for a brief moment, a momentary and fleeting return. however, they could not return… not to the past and not to their previous relationship. the bond between a sacrifice and a fighter was sacred, and they were forced to abide by the laws of their society.
with a careless shrug of his shoulders, syeira slowly and cautiously pivoted to face his masked companion. pale lips quirked into an amused grin as he reached a hand toward his face, finger slipping between the fabric of his mask and his skin before dragging the flimsy material down. it bunched around his neck and revealed his face and his expressions to the dark haired fighter. an intrigued hum sounded from him as his fingers lovingly caressed his own sword, ghosting over the hilt and drawing attention to the weapon. the assassin would fight… regardless of his feelings for hae-sun, for he wanted to survive—no, needed to survive. wraith had many unfinished plans, which manifested in his unease regarding interactions with other groups. however, hae-sun—like always—was the lone exception. even if they could not rewind time, the purplette would not hesitate to stand between her and a killing blow, for she still… albeit unknowingly… held the key to his heart, and reclaiming it was an impossible endeavor. moreover, he did not want to reclaim anything, preferring to live in his world—which consisted of his mistakes and his dreams and was crafted from his ideals and his revelations. he was… probably… tempting fate.
talk, she says, he muttered to himself while folding his arms over his chest and cocking his head to the side. his bangs fluttered into his face as the breeze died down, allowing his hair to crash into his back. talking sounded so simple. one opened their mouth and produced words, yet the words died upon his tongue as he studied hae-sun. questions circulated through his mind, varying alterations of the same general idea. he wanted to ask about their relationship—past and present, rapture versus wraith, and so much more. when their relationship ended, they ceased communicating, leaving their previous conversations unfinished and a variety of secrets unexplained. his fingers subtlety tightened around his arms. for a moment, he felt exposed and contemplated donning his mask, but he shoved the emotion aside. if he could not speak about the past, syeira merely needed to ask about the present: where they stood, her opinion on his job, would she stop him, and so on. those questions joined with the others in a chaotic whirlwind of doubt and confusion and caused his expression to shift slightly, gaining a strained undertone. difficult, he breathed to himself while leaning his weight onto his left leg and moving his right to cross behind his left ankle. the pose left him unbalanced though it helped him focus on the present… and not on his thoughts.
sapphire tinted eyes shifted away from his former lover and focused on the nearby buildings, studying the people that traversed the street. a bitter smile surfaced upon his pallid mien. there are many questions… many topics left unaddressed… between us, but i don’t believe our location would suffice for a heart-to-heart conversation, syeira began while watching a young couple disappear into a nearby bar. in fact, you might not want to hear my side of the story… or even hear my questions, so i won’t focus on the past. dark blue eyes gained a forlorn cast as the assassin adjusted his stance, leaning part of his weight against his right foot. no… i want to know: if i told you about my current assignment, would you stop me? his former distress resurfaced and briefly flickered across his expression in a visual representation of his internal dilemma. or is requesting your assistance impossible? i’m not quite certain… where i stand with you anymore… which means… i cannot accurately judge whether to approach you or not. the emotion vanished from his androgynous features aside from a bitter smile. it’s quite laughable. for a moment, laughter threatened to escape him—an insular sound that grated upon his ears; however, he managed to retain control over himself and merely watched the ravenette, waiting for a response to his words in tense silence.
"If only neither of us are, I'll be always by your side."
TAGS: @zeit01 || NOTES: QAQ HAINE'S BEING BIPOLAR WTH
Her mind lingered to the sad rhythm of the song she composed two nights after the clash. Sulking vulpine was a waste, even if its fur was beautiful and soft against the wind that blew across the night. She was in no mood to entertain anyone, promptly locked herself in the room with a pen and a paper in hand. Eyes that were sore and dry from crying all night was tiredly looking at the plain and blank page in front of her. She closed them and while she thought she was all empty, few last pure transparent drops rolled down her cheek. It was not raining outside. In fact, the moon was shining so bright as if it was comforting the young Regalia.
Move on, Hae-Sun. Move on.
She gritted her teeth and held her breathe.
"I'm tired. I cried a lot because of you I cried every night~ I laughed a lot because of you I believed in the love because of you I’ve lost everything because of you I’m speechless, suffocating and lonely"
Her eyes scrolled down for the hands that had been weaving their existence in front of her. The gaps between those fingers, they used to fit her fingers perfectly. Those arms used to wrap around her and over her shoulders so gently. Were they still the same? She was so caught up with her feelings from the past she barely noticed all she did was staring at him in silence. He was struggling to keep this conversation on, was he? She hoped so. At least all that was left for her was hope.
Boundless. She could not forget what her mother told her. The hand that petted gently on top her head and gracefully brushed along her face frame. Her eyes watched the soft face as a smile appeared like a shining sun. Min-Yung loves her daughter so much, she was not willing to let her go on her own path. She wanted happiness for her daughter; that was all to it. Instead, it seemed the path she had taken long time ago has haunted young Hae-Sun against her will. She could see the light that used to shine inside her slowly faded. One by one people she loved walked away.
Rika. Syeira.
A howl broke her thoughts from far. It was like a dog's howl but one can figure it was not an animal sound. Haine raised her hand up in the mid air. Her fingers slightly curled in, having the index finger pointing slightly upward than the rest. The howl was a warning to other members about Syeira's presence. They knew who he was, but not from Hae-Sun's point of view, no. They knew him as a Wraith; an enemy and a form of threat. Haine raising her hand, however, was a reply stating he was all right. She trusted him and his reason to appear was not to harm her. Even if that was that his real intention, Haine doubted he will accomplish it.
Be it as her first love, or as someone she cherished... Harming her Rapture and her pride as Regalia will only amount his death.
Her hand slowly brought down over her mask as she chuckled. "What's this? Are you doubting yourself now? What happened to that confident and captivating man I used to admire about?" She exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at him. Yes, what happened to you, Syeira? Were those words truly yours, or were they just part of your little game to chain me up? She wondered what was left true about him. She let out three sympathized 'tsk' with her head slowly shook to the left, right and left again.
"You seem to have forgotten something, that I- the one who is standing before you- is a Regalia, a proud leader of Rapture. Like yourself, of your beloved Wraith." She spoke. Every word she said was like a sharp knife slicing every corner of her beating heart. It hurt her to address herself as his enemy, but the mask made her realized she is who she has decided to be. Her soft voice lingered, not knowing whether the man could hear it or not.
"If only neither of us are, I'll be always by your side."
She took few steps back and gracefully swung her body to turn and faced away from him. Eyes have been watching them for corners of alleys and streets. They were eyes of those who admired her as their leader and as their leader, she will not disappoint them with betrayals. She spoke, tilting her head as her eyes averted behind to his direction. "How's the old man? Dad's been longing to see him. Has he died? We didn't miss such a great event now, did we?" Haine spoke cheekily. She was not sure if he would feel offended by these but if he was, she's glad. All in her mind was to hurt him so neither of them will continue wandering in the past. She expected him to chase after her, telling her that everything will be all right, that everything will work out. His silence made her felt betrayed greatly, like how she was feeling right now. She let out a scoff and muttered, "You Wraiths are same bastards no matter how different you think you are from the rest. Liar, traitor, heart-breaker, back-stabber, sucker."
She huffed. "So what now? Are you going to bat your pretty charming eyes at me to help you? What's the old man's order this time? After my furry head for his home's decoration?"
OUR FUTURE'S HERE AND NOW, HERE COMES THE COUNTDOWN!
moments of happiness and peace shattered—broken into a million pieces due to their opposing affiliations. syeira spent hours in a catatonic state after hae-sun's abrupt departure from his life, and he only roused from his shock due to the whispered words of his fellow wraith elites. they wanted to eliminate hae-sun, a preemptive strike to assure that she would not speak of their secrets. the dark haired assassin spent days outlining his relationship with his former lover, explaining her lack of knowledge in graphic detail and managing to sway their decision. however, not everyone believed his words. they attempted to send underlings after her, and while the model understood that rapture would and could protect her, he eliminated the threats himself, silently correcting his own mistake with a slash of his blade. he could not chase after hae-sun, could not pursue her and beg for forgiveness. they would follow him and would attack upon spotting her, and he would not subject her to that fate. in the past two years, his fellow elites had grown weary of their game, ending the hunt for hae-sun and granting the purplette a momentary reprieve. the tension between wraith and rapture continued to mount, and he realized a confrontation would eventually ensue, dragging both him and hae-sun into the middle of the conflict.
jaded chuckles slipped past his parted lips. nothing happened to him, he murmured with his eyes closing as he voiced those condemning words; the darkness of his eyelids comforted him as he struggled to remain in control, not wanting to display the torrent of emotion that assaulted him to hae-sun. unless one can count heartbreak and betrayal. pale lips shifted into a half-hearted smirk as his eyes fluttered open, sapphire connecting with silvery blue. her passionate words speared his heart with metaphorical daggers, for he understood that her love of rapture meant the end to their camaraderie. to be honest, he expected her to fall back on their affiliations. their relationship contained a fairytale quality until the unearthing of their secrets, which forced hae-sun’s hand and left syeira to fend for himself amongst the blood thirsty wraith members. he understood her disgust with wraith members. they lacked principles, and in a sense, they were a disjointed group due to the constant cycling of power. no one remained in power for long while the underlings constantly had to adjust to shifting work ethics. perhaps rapture gleaned a deeper understanding of bonds and created their system to help protect everyone, not dividing the power and treating everyone with respect.
on some nights, he wished to rewind time and decline wraith’s offer, believing that he would turn to rapture for the adrenaline that his body craved.
navy blue hued eyes studied the blackette’s back. after taking a deep breath, he inched closer, and when he reached her side, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and silently coaxed her to turn and face him. i don’t believe that we’re defined by our affiliation, but i did not come here… his eyes shifted away from the ravenette, roving over their surroundings and then returning to her. …to infiltrate rapture or to slaughter your precious family. petal pink lips quirked into a defeated smile, an expression that matched the pain lingering in his gaze. my life does not revolve around wraith. yes, i may be an elite, but i earned that position due to my other job. one hand moved away from hae-sun’s shoulder, moving toward his neck and then lifting the gleaming silver into view. instead of the wraith dog tags, a silver cross hung from the chain, spinning in lazy circles as he held it up and awaited hae-sun’s inspection of the object. for once, he wanted her to understand a portion of his beliefs regarding wraith and his work, forcing himself to cross an invisible boundary that popped into existence due to his seemingly inconsiderate actions and affiliation to wraith.
i’m not here on wraith business. upon deeming her observation complete, he allowed the necklace to fall, and it crashed into his chest, bouncing slightly due to the collision and then resting innocently against the clothed surface. his other hand dropped away from hae-sun’s shoulder as he stepped back, aware that rapture members surrounded them. hae-sun probably ordered them to keep their distances; however, he doubted they would remain silent if he continued to impose upon their leader. i suppose i hoped for too much, he began while taking another step back, subtlety retreating from hae-sun and his emotions. i will not find assistance here, so if you’ll excuse me, i have a job to complete. after regaining a sensible distance between himself and the blackette, he pivoted on his heel, facing away from his former partner and preparing himself to jump onto the roof—planning to utilize the structure of crates in the nearby alley. and if you’re curious, my job disagreed with my morals, so i was hoping for a distraction… someone to care enough about my conscious and the life of a child… but—like i said—i asked for too much. with a careless shrug of his shoulders, syeira deemed their conversation completed though his heart ached and mind screeched at him to return to her side.
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His presence used to be her only source of light. His voice was the only thing that kept her heart beating. He was everything to her and when her everything disappeared, she was left with nothing. The Rapture has no idea what had happened, but they knew the rhythm she beat was out of pace. It was sad and painful to hear and all they could try and do was to offer her a shoulder, which she coldly shoved away. She kept a strong facade she was fine and little by little the facade became a concrete existence in her. Yet, here she was again, having the facade she thought she had built strong and steady, was shattered by the same thing she was trying to protect herself from. The masked Regalia tilted her head as her eyes lingered at the dark corner of the city. She used to enjoy the scenery long time ago. She did not see the dark part of the night. She spent most of her time dancing happily in the club she owned, exerting the joyful emotions that were too overwhelming she could not wink a sleep! Every night, she praised the moon for the love she was blessed with, happily let everyone knew that the fox was now in love and be loved. Everyone was happy, indeed. They loved to see the eighteen year old girl has continued to bring happiness in the group, while the world seemed to crumble due to the retaliation that was going on secretly. When her light diminished, darkness began to evolve.
Wraith has been their archenemy for so long. They could not accept how their former brethren could do such cruel things and decided to create their own legacy. They hissed at the violence the group displayed, and could not tolerate what they have been doing. There was once Min-Yung asked Haine, was her decision with her father to form the group was wrong? Haine could not answer. Her mind demanded a power to reverse the time but if she was granted such power, can she really keep Rika to stay? If Rika was to stay, will she meet Eira? If she was able to have Eira, what will happen to her father who was one of the Rapture founders? See? It was a complete waste of energy to try and fix anything in the past. It was not like she gave up. She simply gave in, instead. Time is mysterious in its own accord. Messing with it may cause a different path of future than she had planned.
She loved Rapture because of her parents, and the guilt was building up in them when their daughter, Hae-Sun did not smile at them more and more. She blamed them, but she did not either. When she was looked for the second time, only then her lips curved a smile. The smile, however, was like a wilting flower; sad to look and to throw away. The flower cannot bloom without the sun.
Kuraze's growl was like a siren. An instant call back to Earth hit Haine but she realized what happened seconds too late. The Regalia was touched on the shoulders and was turned to face the man. She expected her body to tremble in anger when being touched. Yet there she was, simply let this man scooped her. His voice, oh how she missed it. Behind the mask, her facade began to crumble like bricks of wall being demolished by a wrecking ball. my life does not revolve around wraith, he said. i earned that position due to my other job, he explained. Before she knew it her heart demanded one and only one thing from him.
Why didn't you make me stay?
CLING
The Regalia raised her head slightly up so she could see. Her eyes caught an object that seemed like a cross. She expected he would show off the Wraith tag she disgusted so much, but instead it was something else. So... he didn't carry the tag around, did he? So does this mean he is actually here not because of Wraith? He removed his hand and slowly his presence vanished as he left her side.
Again? You are going to walk away again?
For the first time, she gave in to something else aside from the fate and its sickening twisted game. She held over her mask with one hand and began to let out faint cackles. It was low and slowly it turned loud. Her body bent front as she laughed, so hallow... and so sad. It was as if she has lost her sanity and as she laughed and gasped for air, sucking in something that made her felt like she was choking. The breakdown startled the eyes that were watching. Her subordinates that were watching growled and clacked their hands, ready to strike. What did he do to their leader?! Some of them became restless at the sudden change she displayed, demand for the man's blood to compensate the situation. They were ready to leap into the air for him but the vulpine's growl stopped them.
She fixed her posture, coughing few cackles for last time and gritted her teeth underneath the mask. "There you go again, walking away right after you have me cornered like some kind of a fucking puppy yelping for your attention. You are the worst you know that- THE WORST!"
She kicked her leg behind, sending her sword flying up to the air and in a split second, she swung her hand up, caught the handle and unsheathed the sword. She threw it at a great speed like a striking lightning towards him but not to stab him. It landed on the ground few feet away from where he stood, slightly to the left due to her using her right hand. Silence emitted in the air followed by faint whimpers. Where the whimpers sound came from? Was the sound came from her? Was she crying? She growled and shouted, "LEAVE ME WITH THIS BASTARD. ANY EYES SET ON US I'LL HAVE THEM RIPPED OFF FROM THEIR SOCKETS, YOU HEAR ME!?" Her warn was loud and clear that faint echo of men and woman shouting 'YES!' heard from dark corners of the alleys and roofs. After that, silence once again crept in.
Her rage did not stop there yet, oh no no no mister. She has so bloody much to throw right at his face, literally. She bent her leg up, reached for her loafer and threw at him, shouting "Don't you dare walk away from me, Eira! Stop- fucking- with me! " She gasped and whimpered, having her knees shaking from the anger and trying her best not to fall down.
"Which idiot gave birth to a stupid guy like you? Honestly."
She shook her head and felt heat rose from her hip up. She felt her cheeks were wet but she could not wipe them. She held the mask tightly, not wanting to let him see this part of her she was trying so hard not to show to anyone. No one can see this fragility, no one.
"Is it fun to finally break me huh, Eira? ANSWER ME! STOP TURNING YOUR BACK AT ME AS THE ANSWER!"
OUR FUTURE'S HERE AND NOW, HERE COMES THE COUNTDOWN!
in his mind’s eye, a wall towered between them—impenetrable and formidable. he lived in the shadows of the wall, searching for cracks and acting in the best interest of wraith, and hae-sun flourished in the light, surrounded and loved by the members of rapture. their affiliations prevented them from reconciling with one another. syeira lacked the strength to voice his emotions and merely trudged through life without hae-sun, understanding that his existence lacked meaning. during their relationship, the raven haired woman breathed new life into his dismal world, dragging him away from the flashing lights and providing him with a taste of reality. to an extent, he loved and hated her—cherishing her and loathing her. his connection with her frightened him and left him questioning his choices; however, in the end, he wanted to spend time with her. the startling end of their relationship left him grasping at straws, unable to continue with the monotony of life. with unparalleled fervor, he threw himself into assassinations, driving himself to the brink and then finding himself with the appearance of his fighter. without hae-sun, he drifted in a turbulent sea, lost and unable to escape; he was victim to the whims of the tide and could only hope for a rescue.
hope, the word produced such arbitrary feelings within the purplette. the notion was laughable, a childish ideal that people clung to, but in the beginning, he prayed for her return, wishing for her presence and knowing that he could not approach her. each day dimmed the burning light of hope. by the end of the first month, he merely laughed at himself, admitting that he lost. syeira understood that he allowed her to vanish; he never attempted to reclaim her and never attempted to explain. secrets existed between them—some acknowledged and some unspoken. the entire ordeal exhausted him. his return to modeling evoked the end of his mourning and painted him in an apathetic tone. their interactions ended abruptly; however, without hae-sun, he focused exclusively on his work and quickly reclaimed his position as selene isle’s heartthrob. his break-up provided the women with false hope, feeding into their dreams and revitalizing his fans. a few bitter chuckles slipped past his parted lips while his feet continued to carry him away from the blackette, expanding the distance that he worked to destroy. they did not have a fairytale ending awaiting them. however, as his body tensed in preparation for his flight, the sound of insular laughter halted his progress.
the sound wrapped his body in invisible chains, locking him in place, and with his curiosity piqued, he pivoted to face the distraught rapture elite. her trembling frame elicited clashing emotions within the dark haired model as he stepped closer—one hesitant step that belayed the depth of his feelings. his heart clenched in agony as the laughter morphed into words, heart wrenching accusations that reminded him of his failure. with each beat of his heart, his control threatened to falter, his tight grip over his emotions wavered as hae-sun proceeded to shatter before his eyes. sapphire tinted eyes darkened with a mixture of guilt and remorse, emotions that undermined the woman’s words. he wished to remain unaffected by her; however, his heart resided in her grasp, far from his reach and suffering with each prolonged moment of agony. pale lips twisted into a bitter smile as her voice bounced off the aged buildings of the crescent moon district. her orders resonated through the night and granted them privacy—a luxury that syeira never expected to receive while in rapture territory. she seemed intent on discovering the answers that tainted the air between them… though her actions only sent spikes of apprehension and amusement through the older male.
moonlight graced their small corner of the world, reflecting off the blade that hurtled closer and his revealed necklace. his hands trembled as the weapon collided with the ground. the scant distance reminded syeira of hae-sun’s strength and reawakened his former desire of testing the ravenette's skill. life came to a screeching halt though his shock did not surface due to her sword, which protruded from the ground and served as a physical manifestation of her power over the rapture members. her sword cleaved through the whispers and highlighted her desire for solitude, which the rapture members granted in an instant; however, his surprise appeared due to her decision to toss her loafer in his direction. his body reacted instinctively to sidestep the object, but when it collided with the ground, cobalt blue hued eyes stared at the item, unable to grasp the reality of the situation. laughter bubbled to the surface though he refused to pay into his amusement. tension lingered between them as he returned his attention to the vulpine. with hesitant steps, he approached the trembling figure, eating away at the distance in a calculated forward movement, for he wanted to avoid being assaulted by her other shoe. it would destroy his pride.
i won’t walk away, the dark haired assassin murmured, hands lifting into the air once again. he hoped to dissuade his former lover from hurtling more potentially dangerous objects in his direction, but syeira understood the necessity of comforting the regalia. i admit… i’ve made plenty of mistakes… and… unfortunately, a number of those mistakes revolved around you. it was never my intention to harm you, hae-sun… never. with each word, he drew closer to the stubborn woman. our relationship ended on a sour note, but we never discussed the implication of our affiliation… or of our intentions. the bitter smile softened though it remained, fixated upon his features. i don’t believe we can reconcile, but we can… try to mend a few of the fractures. i’m willing… the wraith elite ceased his forward momentum, standing before the mistress of his heart and carefully reaching out to touch the hand that clung to her mask. are you willing, hae-sun? navy blue colored eyes gained a melancholy cast as he contemplated the possible consequences of his actions. and when we finish with our explanations, we can decide on the future of our relationship… whether i need to disappear or not. it depends on you, haine. i’ll agree to comply with your decision.
"How are you planning to explain a way to fix this, Eira? To fix me?"
TAGS: @zeit01 || NOTES: -tries not to cry while typing this shit-
"It hurts. I feel hurt. Can someone please tell me. Why do I feel hurt so much?"
She tried her best not to fall on her knees, knowing if she does, it means she has broken completely beyond fix. Gritting her teeth to the throbbing pain in her heart and head, she pleaded to whatever power above, to take the pain away. Please. She used to fighting alone, being bashed and crashed with spells that cause her an endless agony, but this hurt her more than she could have realized. The female could not help but cried, in hope the tears will wash away the sickening feeling of sorrow in her. Her body was shaking. Her hands were trembling. Her voice was lost among the whimpers that slowly overtook the silent air of the night. There was something else playing in her mind, in the situation where pressure accumulated and put her in an intense condition. She remembered the time she was with Rika, the evening she was protecting her from a group of true name brats from the neighborhood. Rika's cries echoed in her mind, and slowly she felt herself drifted back and forth from the memory land and reality.
Min-Yung realized this condition of her daughter after the evening assault. The true name Boundless carried significant values that none seem to understand. There will be no ground for Haine to grasp and no reality for her to believe in. She can create a misfit world as she pleases and makes everyone believes that's the reality. The meaning behind the name was broad and rootless that she feared for Hae-Sun's future. If she was given a chance to turn back the time, she would not get herself involved in this mess. She would want her baby girl to grow like any normal kid out there, in Seoul. Still, she knew fate has chosen her to be Boundless, and forever she will be. While the ability may be her strength, it is also her drawback.
She can easily be lost between the worlds. No reality, or dream, could stay solid in her presence.
Her breathing began to turn heavier. She felt like throwing up from the overwhelming emotions that wrapped around her tightly. It drown her into an abyss of darkness that all she could do is to clench her muscles as a reminder of what, where and with who she was right now. The moon soaked her with warmth that was gentler than the glaring sun that she hated the most. Rather than hot, she felt soothing and slowly calmed herself down. Kuraze bristled his fur at the sight of the man trying to reach his hand out for her and snarled. His pink gum appeared along with lines of razor-like teeth as he bared his jaws at him. The sharp sound heard from the fox was like a stretching hand for Haine to grab and saved her from drowning further into a world of no return. There were times she actually drown into that world, but Milo, the Regalia's felis, was always there to wake her up. The thought of her not coming back, was scary but it sounded not bad at all.
Perhaps she should simply vanish, even if her physical body will remain as a soulless existence on Earth.
"Is th...that what yo....you really want... huh Eira?" She started talking, her voice was shaking but she did try her best not to make it so obvious. Like a crystal ball, she could see the surface has already covered with larger cracks, some were originated from the old and small ones from your years ago. The sight of seeing the ball slowly shattered hurt her, and that was what exactly happening to her. She growled, quickly channeled her energy to her hand and two legs and stood up straight. She took two back steps quickly and in anger and terrible feeling of being offended by his sweet venomous words, she grabbed her another leg's shoe and threw right for his face. She shouted, "Implication of our affiliation? ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?!" She could feel her hair stood up due to the sudden burst of energy. What the hell was he talking about? Was he referring to the night she told him she did not want to see him anymore? So, was he implying she was being reckless? That's it, wasn't it?
The female vulpine continued talking, no she seriously tried to talk rather than shouting, but she could not help it. She could feel her energy was slowly slipping away from her as she raised her voice emotionally, "What kind explanation do you want to hear from me? Do you want me to leave Rapture? Do you want me to tell you there's no need to go to the end of the world for my sake because this is stupid? Do you want me to tell you it will be all right and we should just move on like nothing happened?!" She wondered why she could not tell him she really has no idea how to handle this. She gave up thinking about it long time ago. Her trembling hands held tightly to her mask she bent slightly down, trying to compress the painful sorrow that throbbed her inner self. "It hurts me, Eira and it hurts more when it's about you! I am willing to compensate anything! I don't want us to separate, but I'm scared to wish for something like that!"
She shook her head and clenched her fist tightly on her chest. Was she wrong to wish for his stay? Was she a traitor if all she ever wanted was for him to be hers? His voice calling her name calmly felt like a dream; a dream she knew would never last. She sobbed and whimpered more, "I had to do it, and yet here I am crying like a baby in front of you. What the hell have you done to me?"
Talking seemed useless. In the end, all she did was shouting and once she finished, heavy breathes heard from behind the mask. She slowly lifted her hands along with the mask away from her face. Her eyes were closed. The moon light shined her pained facial expression as she revealed that fractured side of her to him. Weak and defenseless, Hae-Sun was no different than any girl who was sensitive and yet acted all tough. Her cheeks were damp with tears and as she opened her eyes, few teardrops were seen rolling down along the light-tanned face complexion. She murmured with her eyebrows knitted in pain.
"How are you planning to explain a way to fix this, Eira? ...to fix me?"
OUR FUTURE'S HERE AND NOW, HERE COMES THE COUNTDOWN!
a beginning and an end—a novel consisted of each, detailing the lives of fabricated individuals. the beginning remained the same regardless of genre, but the endings differed. tragic endings produced a number of mixed emotions while happy endings provided a sense of peace. each conclusion wrought emotions from the readers; however, in novels, the hero triumphed over every obstacle, proceeded on with his life without the fear of failure. yes, he might lose a battle, but he won the war. novels could not be translated into reality. fairytale conclusions were a fantasy for the youth. syeira could not wave a magic wand and rewind time; no, he had to struggle against his actions, which weighed upon him. they morphed into heavy chains, which pulled him deeper and deeper into turbulent waters. the key rose tauntingly out of reach, separated from him by the tide, and in the end, he did not seek freedom. the dark haired model deserved to suffer for his selfish actions. human emotions were fragile and fleeting, and he pushed and pushed against hae-sun’s heart, assisting in the rapid downward spiral of their relationship.
breaking—a resounding crack echoed in his mind, land crumbling beneath his feet. the desolate world surrounded him, for hae-sun’s absence resulted in the death of the brilliant scenery, leaving him with only darkness and depression. he surrendered his heart to her and watched it shatter as she walked away. they dwelled on opposing sides of a central conflict, and syeira recognized the futility of fleeing and of living their lives in peace. they were creatures of the night; therefore, they were bound by the untamed energy of conflict and of survival.
his hand dropped back to his side as the distance between them increased. emotions flickered across his pallid visage as the words surrounded him, shrouding him in shame and in guilt. the yawning gap of misunderstanding dwelled between them, but their solution evaded capture. thoughts and plausible responses cycled through his mind in a torrent of useless words. he doubted the effectiveness of verbal reassurances; however, he feared her response to his touch. kuraze offered a heated response, growling at his approach and warning him against approaching. with the passion filled statements, syeira could feel the remaining shards of his heart shattering, obliterated due to the pained expression that graced hae-sun’s mien. pale lids descended over cobalt blue hued eyes, and in the complete darkness, he attempted to regain control of himself, not wanting to increase the distance between himself and his former lover. their relationship foretold of pleasure and of pain, and in the end, there would be nothing.
i can’t… he began, voice fading away after the two whispered words. sapphire tinted eyes reappeared, boring into the silvery blue hued gaze of his companion. with a deep intake of oxygen, the emotions disappeared from his features, leaving behind an apathetic mask. i can’t fix you, hae-sun. pale lips quirked into a bitter smile—a brief reappearance of his emotions that quickly flickered out of existence. i would only hurt you further. his arms moved away from his side, stretching out for a brief moment to help emphasis his explanation. i live in the darkness of a moonless night. there’s no room for compassion or mercy in my occupation, and when under the limelight, you become the pariah for my fans to attack. as his arms dropped back to his side, he shifted his gaze away from the dark haired fighter. his control teetered on a fine edge, and with even one unexpected move, he would dissolve into a breakdown—one reminiscent of hae-sun’s current condition. syeira prided himself on his ability to remain unaffected, but hae-sun was his crutch, his poison, and the exception to his rules.
with another deep intake of air, syeira forced himself to take a step backwards, granting hae-sun further breathing room. i don’t want anything, the wraith elite whispered, words carried by the wind. i… i only wanted to continue spending afternoons with you… attempting to surprise you with my mediocre cooking. a flicker of pain and of regret crossed his features as his gaze shifted to the ground, dark blue eyes studying the cracked surface with startling intensity. in an instant, his shoulders squared, and with two lengthy strides, he reached hae-sun’s side—resolution shinning in his jewel toned depths. he instantly lowered himself to one knee, grabbing her hand with one of his own and resting his lips against the unblemished surface. you were and will continue to be the center of my world, he breathed, lips brushing against the exposed skin. and i apologize for breaking your heart.
"You are right, you can't fix me, Eira. No one can."
They both were among pathetic living beings on this Earth. No matter how hard they hurdled to get through the endless path of misery, they still were unable to reach their hands out for their dreams, their wish and their desire. Hae-Sun desired one thing, and only one thing; as a woman, as a human and as a living being; to love and be loved in return. That was the only desire left unattainable, the desire she was willing to exchange her strength and her true name for. Why fate plays her life cruelly? Why fate decides to take away people she loves? Rika was first, and now Eira.
Eira.
Her tears dripped down along the damp trails along her facial feature. Sad tone played in her heart, soft and slow her heart sung a song of sorrow. She wished she could simply erase every thing right now. Herself, Eira, the pain. She needed neither of these, for she had enough, trembling defenselessly to the heartbreaking screams in her.
- - - x x x - - -
"Hae-Sun, do you know that when your wish comes true, then become a star?" Her mind recalled the voice of sweet and young Rika who enjoyed star-gazing as much as she does. Little Hae-Sun's wide eyes blinked at her sister. Cold grasped her skin, leaving her facial features pale with only her lips and her pair of blue eyes colored in apple red and blue respectively. Rika chuckled over her cute sister's clueless expression and looked up at the sky. It was a night full of stars, as if the sky was a black canvas covered with glitters and sparkles. "That's right. When your wish comes true, a star will appear to remind you that one of your wish has come true and you should stay happy!" She parted her hands to the sky as if she was presenting the stars and laughed while looking at Hae-Sun. The younger sister fixed her sitting posture and looked at the sky in front of them. Tail swiftly wagged left and right, mirroring the excitement in her heart.
"That means our wishes make the scary dark sky shines!" She squeaked and sprung her body to sit up straight momentarily. Rika laughed and nodded. "Yup!" The two sisters laughed together.
- - - x x x - - -
"You did not break my heart, Eira but you killed me by leaving me waiting for you in the dark." She began talking, gathering her strength to win over the overwhelming sadness in her heart. Her voice was sore, yet gentle. It was heard so weak and spiritless, emphasizing her words that she was dead. Her eyes looked at him as he had placed a sealed kiss on her hand. His gentleness slithered into her heart like a potion reviving her from her slumber. The mask had already been placed by her hip, tied securely to the black belt around her waist. Softly, she reached her hand out for his face frame and brushed it gently. "You're cruel. You kept me chained to the past where slowly my heart withered and died."
She laughed hollowly, as if she found whatever in her mind was an amusing thing; a very dark amusing matter. "You are right, you can't fix me, Eira. No one can." She took her hand away from his hold. Her eyes knitted in pain. Her throat felt hurt holding any more tears. Her mind was clouded. She can't hear herself, or the call of the night. She listened to her heart's demand. Can she have the freedom to listen to it for now? She reached her hand out but halted. From far, a howl called her, a vulpine. She raised her head up lightly. It was a call of a brethren, and sadly, a call she could not defile. She remained silent and turned her head to him, looking at him with a longed face. Then, a second call heard and this time she huffed calmly. She withdrew her hand from reaching out for him and took few steps back.
She wanted to touch him, at least to let him know she was ready to accept him, but now she realized it was impossible.
Fate displayed its cruelty once again. She hesitantly wore her mask and looked at him. The silver eyes appeared through the eye holes of the grinning black fox mask. "Don't come here anymore, Eira. This is not your place to be." She said, looking away from his face and down to the ground. A warning had been stated, and yet she was not willing to let go from her side. "You should go if you know what's best for you," she said. She knew he was known not as her friend, or her lover, or someone personal to her, but as an enemy. An elite of the Wraith. Taking off the mask of pride in front of an enemy was a serious crime, a crime that even as the daughter of the Rapture's founder could not run away from facing the consequences. Her brothers and sister of Regalia kept things hidden, like how a swamp appeared calm on the surface. As their pride and idol of belief, she had let them down and the sign of disappointment heard clearly in the sullen cry of a creature out of nowhere.
They were watching after all.
She took few steps back and watched him. With the mask on, once again a wall stood between them and she could only watch him from the cracks with a heavy heart. She did not harbor any feelings of regret over this incident. She felt... calm, as if she was drifted far away from the reality. Him appearing, him asking for forgiveness, him kissing her hand...
It was all a dream, right?
@zeit01 OOC: This is the end? And she gonna pretend this is not happening. Damn woman.
OUR FUTURE'S HERE AND NOW, HERE COMES THE COUNTDOWN!
dreams were unobtainable figments and facets of an individual’s spoken and repressed desires; however, people chased after the elusive promises of love, of riches, of understanding without regard to their health—mental, physical, or emotional. humanity teetered on the edge of collapsing, for compassion rose higher and higher out of reach. at their core, people proved to be greedy, selfish creatures that focused on a me, me, me mentality. syeira understood the darker side of humanity, having learned to operate in the shadows and relying on the characteristic cruelty that colored everyone. the taint appeared in varying levels within the people that roamed the earth, and like the night sky, the pinpricks of light kept the darkness at bay, stopping it from consuming everything. in the end, people surrendered themselves to their baser wants, delving into the darkness and drowning themselves within it. few people managed to overcome the seductive voice of desire—the sensuality of obtaining their heart’s desire.
but as the moon glided through the night sky and stars glittered invitingly overhead, the dark haired model recognized that hae-sun would toss aside her heart for the sake of rapture. their relationship ended, and his senseless hope had been crushed brutally by her departure from his life. they, however, remained at an impasse—both yearning for the other, yet unable to breach the distance between them. their affiliations morphed into an impenetrable wall between them, sealing their fate and leaving each with a shattered heart. defeat momentarily flickered across his pale features, which were carefully shadowed by his bangs. a happy ending did not await them… only tragedy lurked, looming threateningly in the distance and anxiously anticipating their arrival.
hae-sun’s voice shattered the momentary silence, breaking the spell of his thoughts and reminding him of his present situation. the beating of his heart echoed in his ears as his position shifted minutely, head lifting slightly to allow their eyes to meet. he wanted to sweep the ravenette off her feet and carry her away from the insanity of the rapture and wraith conflict. years ago, the two groups operated together and relied upon one another for survival, but in the end, their differences divided them into opposing factions who struggled to obtain the shinning light of the future. in his mind, rapture’s family atmosphere morphed into an oppressive blanket, wrapped tightly around his frame, but wraith lacked a central power, cycling through the elites and leaving the underlings in continued disarray. neither suited his style though the call of the night echoed in his veins. he lacked the strength to walk away from wraith’s offer—the opportunity to unleash his rage upon the world without recompense.
with each damning word from his former lover, his grip on her hand loosened until she pulled away. destruction rained down upon him, obliterating the bleak remains of his mindscape and sending him into a free fall through darkness. pain surfaced on hae-sun’s features, mirroring the subtle shift in the assassin’s expression. words welled up in his mind, begging to be uttered, but the piercing call of a rapture member cut through the night. sapphire tinted eyes watched the minute changes in her expression and body language. understanding and resignation flashed across his pallid features. with graceful movements, he dragged himself into an upright position and turned his head to face the direction of the call, listening as a second alarm sliced through the night. those calls resounded in his mind, and they heralded the end to his conversation with hae-sun. he could not compete with her loyalty to rapture. for a brief moment, they remained anchored to their current positions, but a heartbeat passed before hae-sun reacted, stepping away from him and lowering her hand.
i’m not the only cruel one, syeira breathed while lifting a hand toward the fabric, which remained bunched around his neck. slender fingers easily readjusted the fabric to obscure his features, and with the reappearance of his mask, the wraith elite locked away his emotions, chaining them away in the darkest recesses of his mind. his body morphed into a killing instrument as he prepared himself to flee from the scene, legs tensing and body turned slightly away from the blackette. despite everything, i know how survival works, so i’ll be departing. the world whirled around him as his retreat commenced, back displayed to the stationary regalia. with each step, his heart shattered; however, he still needed to finish his assigned task. emotions did not matter in wraith, so he would toss his aside and craft a mask of pristine apathy.
let’s not meet again, hae-sun, he whispered before vaulting himself up the carefully stacked crates, and when his combat boot clad feet landed on the roof, he cast one last glance in the dark haired female’s direction. a lone tear graced his pale features, absorbed instantly by his mask. i hope you obtain happiness. underneath his mask, pale lips twisted into a cruel smirk, and his forward momentum began without warning. his route traced an invisible thread through the district, toward the moon and away from his heart. he would deliver death to his employer and then proceed to drown himself in alcohol—the only substance which numbed the pain of separation.
Her body did not waver, or did show any effect of his words. Like a fox, she stood there stiff as if she did not understand any word he said... or heard his voice. She was a beast; a cruel beast, indeed. She would beg him to stay but she knew, she had pushed him and to try and make him stay after drowning him in a pitch black of sorrow- she will be worse than a sinner. Her eyes glassed with tears, she was unable to see his figure anymore. Turning away, his face disappeared from her sight and being replaced with his back. Her heart ached, knowing this man will leave her...
and yet again, he left because of her.
She did not reply a word to him, or a nod, or anything. Her breathe was shallow, her body became numb and soon, she felt she was in void where everything was beyond her control.
It's for the best...
She convinced herself, her night self. In the world where reality doesn't exist, she held, in her arms, a curled sleeping fox and held it tightly as it began to lose its fur. Shattering, bit by bit, the opaqueness of the creature began to vanish into small dust of pixels, being blown away into the darkness. It raised its head and nuzzled her weakly, before it too vanished, leaving Haine holding on to nothing.
I'm sorry...
Night rushed in, cold and like a sharp blade. It pushed Haine to sway and like a puppet with no soul to fight over the force, she dropped herself to the ground, both hands fell to the ground. Her legs were stretched front, bending lightly. She did it, didn't she? She did it, again. She should feel proud because she had overcome the temptation of betraying her Rapture for the sake of this pesky matter, but... why?
Why can't she give herself any credit?
It hurt. Her heartbeats drummed in pain, as if every hit hits a spot where a wound has begun to bleed. She looked up the moon, the night sky and the glittery stars occupied the black space. Tears dropped along her cheek as she muttered slowly, "Awn-nee, is it true...?"
That if my wishes come true, they will become stars?
She could not gather any more strength to speak, hurdling her head down when a pack under her care arrived to assist her. They watched her quietly, each offered a remorse to see her condition like this. Again, they saw this side of her that made every creature felt as if there was no light deemed to shine in this world. They watched her, yet they never sneered at her pain. Why she has to suffer? They shifted their body little bit as the woman suddenly pushed her weak self up on her knees. She got up and stood in sway motion, made the others moved a bit to her to catch her if she was fated to fall. Her eyes looked at the sky.
"Why can't it rain..." she said softly, voice pictured great amount of exhaustion.
She huffed lightly, feeling a heavy stone of feelings began to block her mind. She needed to let it out, and to let it out she raised her head up once more and with her lips parted...
Her voice heard ringing a sad howl in her native language.
Those trembling gazes, And the awkwardly forced smile I tried to be your only girl And did you ever understood my heart? Now it became the compass of broken love Tears are flowing down and soaks the dry lips What should I do now I can’t erase you out of my mind
I’m speechless, suffocating and lonely The world without you has Chewed out my heart Stomped on my dignity Torn apart my heart
I never regret giving you my love I never regret getting attached to you I never regret holding you back Why do I have to face the pain alone?
I cried a lot because of you I laughed a lot because of you I believed in the love because of you I’ve lost everything because of you
Her voice rang in the air, she let out everything in her heart. The moon shined its silver light on the scenery, casting a hope for a better future for her.
But she knew what she had done. And without him, there won't be a future.
Why now, Eira? Why now?
"You seem to have forgotten something, that I- the one who is standing before you- is a Regalia, a proud leader of Rapture. Like yourself, of your beloved Wraith." She spoke. Every word she said was like a sharp knife slicing every corner of her beating heart. It hurt her to address herself as his enemy, but the mask made her realized she is who she has decided to be. Her soft voice lingered, not knowing whether the man could hear it or not.
