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.
Post by Hae-Sun 'Haine' Mirae on Feb 9, 2016 0:23:33 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 0:23:33 GMT -5
In a rusted cage, beautiful color is fading Far away, a single bird waits for you
Faint howls from a distance heard. She tilted her head up lightly, a reflex she has developed after almost a decade joining the nocturnal parade of rebellions, Rapture. Night has been her best friend, and the moon has witnessed all her smiles, frowns and tears.
The target was successfully annihilated, traitor who chose his lover instead of the pack who has been feeding him and providing him the wealth, shelter and power he needed and was so proud of. Rapture was never into violence but betrayal was no tolerance to be spared for. Her amber eyes watched the man's body on the cold floor. Crimson color painted the scenery. While his death was agreed as vain and unworthy, she felt his death was rather beautiful and meaningful.
To her, she could be in the same boat of fate as him, if she had chosen him rather than her family- her pack. To die for the sake of love, was it even that worth it? She wondered silently while members under her order were cleaning up. Traces and evidences of their existence should be removed. Hae-Sun, or Haine the name she embraced in the absence of the sun, slowly walked to his side and stepped on something. Her eyes scrolled down to the item and she bent down to retrieve it.
Her hand picked what it seemed a photo of a woman. Her eyes quickly noticed the woman's sincere smile. She was happy when this photo was taken. The Vulpes growled lightly. A howl heard from distance, an alert. The members froze still like animals caught under spotlight and immediately turned to their Alpha Regalia.
She swung her hand lightly up as a signal for them and they dismissed themselves through the alley and up to the roof top of buildings nearby. The only one left was Haine, who calmly took off her mask and slid it under her black coat. She pulled the black hairband and freed her black long hair down. Her fingers ran through the hair and she ruffled them.
Footsteps heard from the open junction of the alley, she glanced at it with cold eyes.
Post by syeira câlț-lupu on Feb 9, 2016 17:58:06 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 17:58:06 GMT -5
if you ask me what happiness is
when this life is done, maybe when this love is gone
situated underneath the flimsy light of the crescent moon, the predator glided through the streets, soundless retreating from the bloody scene that resided within the opulent household of his designated target. pale lips quirked into a bemused smirk while his languid pace carried him through the silent streets, and despite the adrenaline thrumming through his veins, he restrained himself, hiding the traces of his insanity behind an impassive façade. syeira hoped to resemble the mask that clung to his belt—an unnecessary proclamation of his successful completion of his assigned task; however, irrespective of his position within wraith, he lacked the authority necessary to broker with his clients about the finer details of his ventures. cobalt hued eyes flickered toward the innocent expanse of white while vague recollections threatened to revolt, struggling against their self-imposed shackles. it was surprisingly easy to imagine the pointed ears and angular shape required to transform the oval mask into the signature rapture attire.
self-loathing impaled itself within his heart, seeping into his blood and robbing him of his blissful reveling. an agitated sigh escaped him, and with the finesse of a practiced assassin, he grabbed the fragile mask and tossed it into the dark recesses of the nearest alley. his employer refrained from providing explicit directions regarding the retrieval of proof; therefore, the dark haired sacrifice deigned to create his own scenario, setting the metaphorical stage for a wild hunt through the shadiest backstreets for the self-entitled bastard. insular cackles ripped themselves from his throat; however, despite the sardonic quality of the sound, his expression carried a vibrant, jubilant undertone.
yet with his task accomplished, syeira needed to traverse the alleys, backtracking and then altering his path until his feet returned him to his empty apartment. a twinge of pain radiated from his broken heart, the organ beating treacherously fast within his chest. the model refused to acknowledge the melancholy that draped itself upon his shoulders like a familiar cloak, wishing to pretend that his thoughts were not haunted by an intangible apparition of his former girlfriend. strands of navy colored hair escaped from the grasp of his hairclip due to the vicious shaking of his head, and as if the physical response to his wayward thoughts cleared the cobwebs, he felt empty, lighter than air and euphorically unburdened by the echoes of his past. the vestiges of ancient history proved undeniable tenacious, as they clung to him during his weakest moments and whenever he lowered his guard.
an exhausted huff slipped from parted lips while his body pivoted to begin walking down an alley, but an instant petrification besieged his lithe frame. his senses screamed in warning, the thumping of his heart acting as an inaudible siren and gaze casually scanning the darkened street. the jewel toned eyes landed upon a silhouette, which gained clarification with each tentative step forward. his fingers quivered with suppressed intent. syeira could imagine the smooth metal of his preferred weapon and their slight weight in his grasp, though his hands remained at his side, placid and nonthreatening.
recognition flashed across his features, and within the span of a heartbeat, the emotion vanished from his pallid mien. “hae-sun,” he greeted with a stiff incline of his head. tension riddled his muscles while he halted his trek, stopping feet from her and praying that he contained his emotions before the pain and the loneliness surfaced. syeira loathed the idea of admitting weakness to her, whom shattered his heart with her graceless flight from his side, and despite recognizing his own contributions to their breakup, the gapping wound upon his heart hindered his ability to forget and to forgive. “pleasure to see you again.” sarcasm infiltrated his tone and appeared to seep from each syllable that left his lips. “am i interrupting?”
Post by Hae-Sun 'Haine' Mirae on Feb 9, 2016 19:48:38 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 19:48:38 GMT -5
In a rusted cage, beautiful color is fading Far away, a single bird waits for you
When Rika left her and the family with only a letter addressed to her, Hae-Sun has already felt one part of her missing. The warmth that used to be by her side has long lost its presence, and she was still in search for it. Only then, her search ended up finding a new form of comfort and it was in the arms of a man.
He was the sky that let her radiating smile shined with no limit and boundaries. He was the reason Hae-Sun became Hae-Sun once more.
But it was all in past now, and her body and mind have grown so very tired from it with no hope to find the reason for the unattainable dream they both wanted. She pretended he never existed in her life. She cast away every little thing that made her remembered him. Little by little, she replaced him with emptiness inside.
A perfect Rein Fox.
And here the fox was, standing between a dead man and a man as good as dead in her mind. Her amber eyes glared at him, with muddled up feelings. Eira, her mind called his name and instantly she flinched. Her expression that showed just a glimpse of softness and longing immediately turned cold and full of hatred.
"It never mine to see you," she murmured. Her heart pang differently. It was a lie, she knew that. She watched him from distance where he was just a diminishing figure. For four years she distracted herself with tasks that not related to the Wraith, knowing fully the possibility of crossing on to him. It would break her.
Physically she won't. But inside..
she has been broken once and it hurt so much.
Her amber eyes closed as turned back her head to the dead man. The cat-like eyes revealed themselves as she glared down on her target. "no, we were just cleaning," she answered in monotone way. Silence escaped form her for few seconds before she scoffed.
"Stupid isn't it? People would betray their own family for the sake of a significant one who they don't even know longer than their own family."
Her voice echoed through the alley. She gave hollow laughs at the end of her statement and titled her head at him. Her face was filled with uncertain darkness, twisted in pain and rage.
"why are you here? And don't call that name as you please... Wraith scum."
syeira câlț-lupu || OOC: I FEEL SO HURT WHEN HAINE CALLED HIM SCUM. QAQ
MADEBYPANNY@warofchange
COPYRIGHT RESERVED Hae-Sun 'Haine' Mirae WAR OF CHANGE 2014
Post by syeira câlț-lupu on Feb 9, 2016 20:18:58 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 20:18:58 GMT -5
if you ask me what happiness is
when this life is done, maybe when this love is gone
pale lips twisted into a mockery of a smile, corners quivering from the strength required to compel the muscles to obey his commands, and within the confines of his mind, he remembered, recalling the disastrous evening that signaled their separation. syeira loathed to admit his own idiocy for believing that hae-sun might return, as he foolishly clung to false hope. the faint embers burned in his heart while the seconds ticked by; eventually, he conceded, endeavoring to collect the fractured pieces of his heart and obfuscating himself in the insidious darkness of the night. it proved infinitely easier to forget about the pain thrumming through his veins with blood seeping into the fabric of his clothing and with a metaphorical bomb hovering over his head. he tossed aside his morals and launched himself into reckless assignments, tumbling into bed with strangers for a messy kill and accepting inane tasks that could spell his death.
the manufactured thrill granted him the reprieve necessary from the dangerous thoughts that lingered in his mind, baiting their time until he ceased operating on autopilot, and with the stark decrease in their physical distance, syeira struggled to rein in his thoughts and emotions. he needed to sustain a professional façade if he hoped to escape their confrontation unscathed, though he sensed his mind unraveling with each pointed barb that spilled forth from hae-sun’s lips. she carelessly hurtled daggers at his heart, stabbing him over and over again with her blasé attitude and injurious remarks. during their time together, he never experienced her poisonous nature, but with the venom infiltrating his petrified frame, he wondered if they had even known each other.
cobalt hued eyes followed the trajectory of hae-sun’s movements, gaze flickering toward the corpse and insular cackles bursting forth without warning. the irony settled upon him like an unwelcomed mantle; however, instead of commenting upon the parallels in their evening plans, he shuffled backwards, physically withdrawing from the bite of haine’s scorn, which showcased itself in the words uttered by the rapture elite. words hovered on the tip of his tongue. they surged through his conscious like a tidal wave and threatened to consume him because they were fraught with purposefully forgotten memories. blissful ignorance characterized their relationship, and when the clouds lifted, they descended into an endless abyss, separating from one another and struggling to survive on their own devices. he was not convinced that they were truly living; however, he lost the ability to contest her troublesome ideations, having tempered their relationship with fictitious foundations and proceeding to allow her to flee from his apartment without a by your leave.
“not stupidity,” he muttered in a breathless whisper. “love.” the heavy weight of the sentiment elicited an increase in tension, and syeira contemplated flying away from the turmoil that faced him in the figure of his former lover. once, she was his sun; now, she represented the empty void that awaited him. their love disintegrated into ash that gathered at their feet, leaving nothing behind except for minuscule embers. “and time doesn’t necessity the importance of one over the other. they don’t have to be mutually exclusive.” his statement felt like an accusation that he hurtled at hae-sun, inaudibly demanding to hear her reasons for their fall from grace.
her laughter reminded him of the wind chimes at temples, which clanged eerily in the early morning breeze. a shiver wracked his frame while he cocked his head, watching the subtle shifts in her features with unnerving intensity. “and i’m here because i’m here. nothing more and nothing less.” his lips curved into a pretentious smirk, fallacious nonchalance permeating from his lithe figure and invading the space between them. “though i suppose you’d prefer someone else.” his gaze momentarily returned to the prone figure of the deceased male. “someone else that your blade could cut through without mercy, without hesitation.” with forced chuckles, he returned his eyes to the amber tinged gaze of his companion. “could you kill me now?”
Post by Hae-Sun 'Haine' Mirae on Feb 9, 2016 21:10:49 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 21:10:49 GMT -5
In a rusted cage, beautiful color is fading Far away, a single bird waits for you
She never was given a chance to end her life as she pleased. Her pride, and her priority to her family, kept her hanging by the rope for a miracle to be saved from the death. She is alive now, but only her chest weaves with air. Her mind wanders here and there for serenity as she seeks for temporary pleasures and freedom in life to free her from the cage of thought of Eira. The very existence that only carved its presence in her life lesser than the Rapture and Rika...
But she knew within that short amount of time, it has left a deep impression to her, so deep she could barely live without it. Yet here she was, in front of the very existence that her heart beat crazily for, not telling words of truth, but only painful lies.
To protect herself- the remaining shell of defense she has, Hae-Sun decided to shove him away, threw at him words that she never meant and hurt him so that she will not get hurt. Deep inside, she was afraid, that one day he will leave her for the group that has raised him to be the flawless man he is right now. Imagining it torn the newly bloomed fighter apart, so she decided to take a step ahead.
She left him with false hatred.
Her fist curled slowly and tightly, giving her pressure she needed to remind herself that reality has yet to come. The man that was standing in front of her now was merely a ghost from her past.
Her eyes twitched and widened slightly at his words of reply. Her black ears twitched at his voice. Sincerity of his words sparked light of hope in her. It was like a confession- an answer to a question that she has been wanting to ask him but never managed to.
"Will you choose Wraith over me, Eira?" "Am I more most important person, Eira?" "Tell me, Eira."
The hope instantly died and was blown away. Coldness hit her heart with hard bang.
“and i’m here because i’m here. nothing more and nothing less.”
His words simply shrugged off all her thoughts that he may have been following her to see her. Yes, she did think he was still trying to retrace their path together, just as she did. That would ring some comfort and softness in her mind. Her eyes sullen once more in darkness. It hurt her. Truly.
“though i suppose you’d prefer someone else.”
Someone else? SOMEONE ELSE?
The Vulpes had her eyes closed there and revealed once more the amber pupils- only to have the iris thinned like a wild cat. His other words echoed faintly as if she was drowning in a deep sea and he was talking above the surface. She gritted her teeth as her body was shaking with sudden rage that was too overwhelming.
"Someone else?" She repeated. Her eyes glared at him.
"Hell yes, I do prefer someone else. Someone who does not hide the fact that he is in cahoot with the very damn group that hurt her family to his girlfriend. Oh, wait. Perhaps THAT was the plan from the beginning, was not it?! You really fooled me back then, you jerk."
Her voice echoed loud with anger through the dark alley. She gripped her fist so tight that she could feel her long claw-like nails had dug through the leather fabric glove her has on her.
"I wish I can kill you, really, but I'm not stupid enough to let your fucking group gain a reason to start a war against mine."
Post by syeira câlț-lupu on Feb 9, 2016 21:41:46 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 21:41:46 GMT -5
if you ask me what happiness is
when this life is done, maybe when this love is gone
with the cautiousness of an inexperienced survivalist endeavoring to coax a fire into cooperating, syeira approached their conversation with groundless confidence, baseless conjectures, and fledgling specks of hope. he expected to witness the crucifixion of himself at the behest of his former lover, yet they teetered on the edge of a precipice, glaring at one another from across the void. resentment obfuscated his vision, casting the scenery awash in the rustic hue of spoiled blood. presumptions forced them into a stalemate while they nettled at one another with hurtful barbs, hoping to garner a reaction with their venomous whispers. the dark haired model wanted to view the fissures that characterized their bleeding hearts, but neither deigned to display their vulnerability, frightened by the prospect of losing the sparse handful of pieces that remained of their minds and their hearts. a rueful shake of his head provided him with the opportunity to flee from his thoughts, which pursued a circulatory thought progression that he stumbled through whenever nostalgia infected him.
however, an explosive eruption of anger escaped from the petite female, exuding from her frame and fanning across the expanse of the alley. syeira winced, subconsciously shifting into a battle stance, and if not for the onslaught of words that tumbled from her lips, he might have commenced an attack. quivers wracked his limbs while he ordered his body to cooperate, shuffling awkwardly into his former position—head tilted to the side, arms hanging uselessly at his side, and feet planted firmly on the ground. he did not want to don the visage of a predator with rapture underlings lingering in the deepest recesses of the shadows. bitterness settled upon his tongue, a tart taste that forced him to accept the reality of his current situation. he could not avoid their conversation due to the visceral reactions of his body to hae-sun’s presence while the guilt simmered in his veins, leaving his heart displayed and primed for torture.
“ah,” syeira breathed, understanding alighting in his gaze. “but neither of us bared our souls, our sordid history, or our current affiliations. we assumed, and our presumptions were incorrect.” a patronizing smirk decorated his pallid mien while the stilted manner of speech highlighted his ambiguous word choice, which did not correlate with the lazy, nearly monosyllabic style that he utilized when comfortable. “and there was never a plan.” anger flashed across his features, lingering in his gaze for a heartbeat too long. “it wasn’t me who forced our introduction.” he wondered if she willfully forgot the specifics of their relationship, shuffling them behind the jargon of underworld activities and burying them within stolen moments of reminiscence. betrayed by his own emotions, the assassin could sense himself withdrawing, stepping behind his shields and preparing himself for a quick escape, but he remained unconvinced of his success.
and upon releasing an inelegant snort, he allowed pale lids to descended over jewel toned eyes. “i wish you could. it’d be easier.” a pained grimace settled upon his façade for three prolonged seconds before vanishing behind a resurgence of apathy. “however, we don’t live in a fairytale, and war is a good reason to avoid one another. should i take my leave then? or do you want to yell at me more?” poisonous mirth tainted his tone while his fabricated composure grated against his nerves, reminding him of the cards that remained out of his grasp. he could only push hae-sun so far before she broke, and despite his caustic remarks, he did not want to fan the flames of acrimony. no, he wished for a reset, which would continue to be a figment of his wishful thinking.
Post by Hae-Sun 'Haine' Mirae on Feb 9, 2016 22:39:42 GMT -5
Feb 9, 2016 22:39:42 GMT -5
In a rusted cage, beautiful color is fading Far away, a single bird waits for you
Tripping over myself Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches
Being around him now made her realized she was not actually angry with him. In the deep jar of emotions, she found herself drowned deeper and deeper with no way to swim up and get out of it. In that jar, she felt she was suffocating. She needed him- she knew that- yet why can't she admit it?
Just like a moth drawn to a flame Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain
Her eyes closed. The same faint sullen chime heard in her mind.
Your bitter heart cold to the touch Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
She freed her fingers from the tight fist. The chime heard clearer and clearer.
I'm left seeing red on my own
She looked at him back. Cold wind blew through the alley, gently cast her black hair to float at the back of her. Within that few seconds of comfort from the night breeze, the Regalia disregarded herself. Within that moment, she stood with frank look in her eyes as her lips parted to say something
"then why didn't you stop me from walking away?"
The words never came out. Air with silence escaped from the space between her cherry pink lips that slowly turned pale due to the cold. Her body felt like being in chains. It was as if she was wrapped around by metal thorns and she felt dizzy inside. She can't do this anymore. Four years were not enough for her to forget him, were they? Her leg stepped one pace back as she raised her hand over to her head.
"If you already know that, then leave me. Four years... I decided to forget you... but why now?"
syeira câlț-lupu || OOC: this is waaay to short for me, I'm sorry.
MADEBYPANNY@warofchange
COPYRIGHT RESERVED Hae-Sun 'Haine' Mirae WAR OF CHANGE 2014
Post by syeira câlț-lupu on Feb 10, 2016 9:50:40 GMT -5
Feb 10, 2016 9:50:40 GMT -5
if you ask me what happiness is
when this life is done, maybe when this love is gone
a rueful smirk graced his pallid mien, juxtaposing itself with the apathy situated within jewel toned eyes, for syeira deigned to rely upon his training, utilizing the honed control of his mental and physical facilities to replicate an emotionless porcelain doll. the words uttered by his former lover lacked the vitriol required to shatter his defenses, which existed upon the broken foundations of the old. he considered himself stronger because he had to learn how to obfuscate the jagged edges of his heart from sight. the assassin could not present himself in a vulnerable state to his clientele, resulting in his acquisition of beneficial skills. he never contemplated using them to survive a confrontation with hae-sun; however, he did not boast of prophetic endowments. he proved unerringly mortal and broken, though he struggled to sustain himself within the turbulent waters of ancient history and fiery emotions. it was difficult; it would be so much easier to let go and to fall.
“hmm,” he hummed, the sound echoing in the alleyway, and despite the triviality of his reply, he considered it suitable due to the lack of information shared between them. neither bothered to adequately explain themselves whilst their relationship crumbled into minuscule pieces that pierced their hearts over and over again, reopening wounds that they hoped had healed. “i wonder.” syeira doubted his ability to offer an explanation that hae-sun might accept. she was far too stubborn to be swayed by pretty words and half-hearted endeavors to submit. the bitter smirk stretched further, appearing patronizing due to the prominence of the expression.
however, instead of granting hae-sun reprieve from his presence, he began stalking toward her, silently diminishing the distance between them until he encroached upon her personal space. the pads of his fingers stretched between them to brush against her cheek, and he leaned closer, letting his breathe brush against the opposite cheek and shell of her ear. “but you are the keeper of my heart.” the sugary sweet rejoinder remained heavy upon his tongue, lingering on the appendages and serving as a psychosomatic reminder of his futile efforts to appease the enraged fox. “i don’t deserve forgiveness, and it’s easier to pretend to forget during the day.” with his message delivered, syeira hastily retreated, halting at a suitable distance from the volatile woman, yet cobalt tinged eyes never left her amber tinted ones. “but we’re surrounded by darkness. isn’t it difficult to distract yourself from the memories? i feel like i’m drowning.” melancholy surfaced in his gaze for the briefest of moments while he dared to utter a concluding remark: “though we’re not capable of saving each other.”
Post by Hae-Sun 'Haine' Mirae on Feb 10, 2016 12:36:48 GMT -5
Feb 10, 2016 12:36:48 GMT -5
In a rusted cage, beautiful color is fading Far away, a single bird waits for you
Before the four years arrived, Hae-Sun was living up the days and nights like the very first sunny day after winter. The air around her was light and bright. She was radiating joy and happiness and everyone loved it. Every song she heard and danced to was captivating like a goddess of music. Everyone wanted to keep her that way, after she has suffered the loss of her beloved sister, Rika, but it did not last. After the two years of continuous and endless seasons of spring and and summer in Hae-sun's life, the seasons changed to immediate winter and it remained that way for four years long.
During the four years without Eira, she lived her life like a moving corpse. There was no light in her swollen eyes and her lips barely curled to form a smile. If she did smile, it was meant to pierce the hearts of those who witnessed it. Painful, sorrow and cold- almost like the smile was never meant to show any sincerity and liveliness she used to express. It was made out of declination for any sympathy that other intended to show to her. Nobody knew what, or who, has changed her. She never liked to burden others with her pain and sorrow, only to smile and disregard everyone's concern for her with a false promise.
"I will be fine, it is nothing."
Hae-Sun simply wanted to leave this place. Her mind began revising the reasons why all of this happened. Who was the one that stepped back first? Who was the one who slammed the door open and left? What was the reason behind the unshaken resolution to leave the perfect relation behind? How did she gain such resolution to do so?She felt sick. She recalled the answers to all of these.
She was the one who left him. She was the one who slammed the door open and left. She did it because she found him part of the Wraith... And she saw him, the one she was supposed to stop?
Her ears perked straight up. She was away in her own train of thoughts that she has completely dropped her guard off. She had her reality check little too late when Eira managed to cut the distance between them greatly. Her amber eyes widened in shock when the man laid his fingers on her cheek. His fingers sent unwanted jolts along her sensory skin down to her spine. She was unable to restrain herself from jerking a bit. Her tail whipped hard in the air. Her head tilted aside, almost like avoiding any contact with his approaching lips. Her eyes lingered down on the dark corner of the alley, pained expression was as clear as crystal on her face. She could not help but to feel nostalgic by the scent of his body near her. The very same scent she used to go crazy for. The scent that even two blocks away she could tell whose. It was a very special scent to her- her very significant one.
“but you are the keeper of my heart.”
That statement. THAT statement shot right down her spine to her legs joints. She felt her strength zapped away in instant and was shaken a bit by it. Her eyes squinted a bit, expressing even more pain and denials. Her heart beat hard against the rib cage, trying to leap out in excitement. Excitement? She tried to calm herself down as her tail swayed side to side, twitching once awhile.
“i don’t deserve forgiveness, and it’s easier to pretend to forget during the day.”
Ah, again. His remark warded off the thrill she felt. Must he added such painful remark? Oh, he must- for the sake of preserving this cold relation they both have. Four years were indeed all it take to make them realized this, that they were not supposed to be together. Her eyes slowly made their way to his, locking on to the male's cobalt eyes. The distance was so close she could see her own reflection on the pupils. His continuous spur of words rang in the air and her ears reluctantly listened to him.
With him retreating, it was obvious in his eyes that her expression remained unchanged. Without the mask, she let him see it. The painful and most lonely expressions she has.
Her eyebrows furrowed lightly to the middle, unbearable to hold the amount of pain she felt, not by having him near her, but by the reality she could not reach for him. She never can. Her eyes observed the cobalt eyes intensely and looked away.
"Eira, I..."
She wanted to say something but a member of Rapture appeared out of the shadow. His face was covered with a mask. It was obvious that his eyes were glaring at Eira and then softened when over the sight of his Regalia. No word was uttered, but in the end the Vulpes nodded.
"Return back and inform the rest the target's been taken care of," her voice heard stern and serious but remained soft. The Rave immediately dropped his head down, like bowing. He remained standing there. Her eyes fixed on him and turned back for Eira. Her eyes refused to look at him.
"Your job here is done, I'll take my leave as I please. Leave," she spoke. The Rave bent down a bit, understood, and swiftly pulled his body behind towards the shadow. Presences that were once undetected began letting themselves being noticed. Eyes glared down on the two remaining livings in the alley. Wind gushed through and immediately the presences were gone. Faint howls heard in distance followed by deadpan silence.
She huffed and took few steps back to give herself some air. She held her hand up to her head and the dragged it down long her neck. Her eyes glanced down, not wanting to look at him. "Stop saying such lies, Eira. It never was about capable to save, it's all about whether we tried to save each other." Faint laughs escaped her mouth as she took more steps back. Her eyes traced up to his face and looked through his eyes.
"It is hard, Eira- so hard I wished you were not the one I fall in love with." She chuckled painfully. It ripped her heart to tell the truth out loud, but she needed him to know. Somehow, little by little she felt her defense was stripped off. Without any of the Rapture watching them, she felt there was no need to hide herself.
She will let it all out, and end this.
"I was hoping you were not a Wraith, but you are, and I was not a Rapture, but I am. I can't disregard this fact, knowing fully neither of us can betray our family, nor ourselves. And in future... what if in future..." she looked down as her bang covered her face. She shook her head lightly.
"It is not easy to pretend this is not real, Eira... when all I wished for us to get back..."
syeira câlț-lupu || OOC: wow. this turns out to be quite... out of the plan..
MADEBYPANNY@warofchange
COPYRIGHT RESERVED Hae-Sun 'Haine' Mirae WAR OF CHANGE 2014
Post by syeira câlț-lupu on Feb 11, 2016 10:18:39 GMT -5
Feb 11, 2016 10:18:39 GMT -5
if you ask me what happiness is
when this life is done, maybe when this love is gone
despite their projections of mental fortitude, neither had the strength required to ignore the stabs of pain that pierced their hearts in response to that horrible night, and with their paths crossed for a second time, syeira sensed his unraveling, passively watching as his heart splintered into smaller pieces. they hovered on the brink of a collapse; however, they struggled against their manacles, endeavoring to obtain a reprieve from the harrowing emotions that besieged him. pale lips twisted into an ugly smile—one with far too much bitterness and too much resentment. the pained expression that surfaced upon hae-sun’s mien mirrored the agony that flowed through his veins, yet he lacked the ability to showcase it, firmly entrenched in his training as an assassin and member of the darkness. in the faintest of whispers, an insular chuckle escaped him while an unidentified individual appeared beside the rapture elite, hovering at her side as hae-sun stepped into her appointed role and donned the apparel of her rapture counterpart.
cobalt tinged eyes narrowed as the orders brushed against his eardrums. the rapture members appeared unwilling to comply with the harsh statements, not wishing to leave behind their beloved elite with some mongrel, and with mirth surfacing in his gaze, he merely tipped his head to the side, watching as they conceded to her authority and vanished from their appointed positions throughout and around the alley. syeira considered operating under a sardonic response to the display, clapping his hands together and granting his festering jaundice guidance of his tongue. he stifled the visceral response by focusing upon the dark haired beauty. she provided the perfect distraction from the present, as she represented everything that he hoped for and that frightened him, for she held his heart in the palm of her hand.
moreover, the model knew that she would not hesitate to shatter the fragile organ if rapture required her to do so. she might lack the strength to pierce his heart with a dagger, but hae-sun could cripple him. his thoughts, however, ceased their downward spiral with the words that graced the space between them, slithering across the distance and infecting him with their heavy weight. a burden rested upon his shoulders that he could not extract himself from, as it was the accumulation of their time together and the unsaid things between them. apathy settled upon his features in response to the statements uttered by his former lover, for syeira refused to grant her a glimpse into his inner turmoil, not interested in displaying his vulnerability to the female when she continued to trample over him with carefully articulated rejoinders and rebuffs. a pained whine hovered in his throat, fighting to be emitted; he spurned it, keeping his lips clamped together and teeth pressed harshly against lower lip.
eventually, hae-sun ceased speaking, silence seeping into the air between them. a haggard sigh escaped the wraith member as he released his tenacious grip upon his lower lip, unhinging his jaw and letting the sour taste of disappointment hover on his tongue. “our affiliation shouldn’t define us,” syeira muttered. “we’re mere pawns for them regardless of our position, and they cannot dictate who we fall in love with.” his eyes appeared to shimmer due to the moisture collected in the jewel toned depths. “though i suppose that means nothing to you. you’re tied to rapture in a way that i will never understand.” jaded chuckles slipped from him, an unconscious reaction that he never meant to reveal. “we couldn’t try because you never gave us a chance. you walked away, and i let you because i didn’t know what else to do. i could only handle so much heartbreak in one night.”
and with a shake of his head, he forced his posture to morph into the pristine grace that he exuded when modeling, silently channeling the callous disregard that he presented to the world. “so i’ll give you a choice. i can walk away, pretend we never met again.” a wince flashed across his features in response to his suggestion. “or we start over.” and even as he uttered the suggestion, syeira realized that she would never agree as his idea went against her training as a member of rapture. sorrow settled in the pit of his stomach while he prepared himself to relinquish his grasp upon hae-sun for a second time.
Post by Hae-Sun 'Haine' Mirae on Feb 11, 2016 23:38:12 GMT -5
Feb 11, 2016 23:38:12 GMT -5
In a rusted cage, beautiful color is fading Far away, a single bird waits for you
"You know, Eira, you helped me a lot. You may think this is stupid but I actually think, meeting you is the best thing of my life. I lost someone I care, and up until now I am searching for her." "Oh gosh no, Eira! Ahahaha! She's my sister, silly!" "She left me. Rika left me and I felt betrayed by it. I mean, I understand her feelings, being a mundane and all but..." "Ah, well. I'm just glad I met you! I love you so much, Eira." "No matter what, please don't leave me... I don't think I can handle any more betrayal like this."
The moon shifted its light and cast its beauty through the dark alley. With the clean-up done, all there was a cold dead boy of a man on the floor that looked nothing less like he was simply drunk and has fallen asleep. Hae-Sun was standing few feet away from him, a broken and wandering look was all to be seen on her fair complexion. She raised her head up few seconds after she had heard Eira's words of possible choices left for them both. Her eyes lingered with so many thoughts and considerations as they were looking straight through his blue eyes.
“we’re mere pawns for them regardless of our position” “and they cannot dictate who we fall in love with.”
Does that mean that he was feeling the same pain as she was? That he too could no longer fight the truth that what they had and always have were love? Or was it simply him pushing everything back to her because she was the one who mentioned she could not forget about him and wanted to comfort her out of pity?
“though i suppose that means nothing to you.” “you’re tied to rapture in a way that i will never understand.”
His words were like a siren of reality. Her eyes that were filled with foggy thought began to clear up. Yes she was bound to Rapture and it was indeed in a way that he could never understand, because Rapture was the only family she has. She has decided since very long time ago, before Eira even stepped in through the door of her life, that she will make her parents proud of her and will find Rika no matter what. Rapture was the one who provided her the hands she needed to get back on her feet, after the rejections she received from the world for loving a mundane sister.
Now she realized it. Now she has, that everything began and ended by her choice, and this man held no or any responsibility of it. In the end, it never was about him and her. It was only about her, was it not? She left the door without properly saying goodbye and it hurt him and herself. She refused to meet him because she was scared of another rejection, that she herself made it possible. She realized now, how coward she was back then.
Her amber eyes hid behind the eyelids. She remained silent for few moments and huffed calmly.
Yes. She finally realized it. She loves him, she truly does.
The long raven hair floated behind as she marched front towards him. The pair of amber eyes revealed themselves as her hand rose high enough to reach the face of the man she has always longed for. Her lips leaned gently onto his and for a moment there all she could think of was...
"I'm going to end this."
Her eyes had closed before she pulled herself away. The kiss left the male's coldness on her lips, that began to curl a sorrowful smile. She leaned her forehead to his, remained to rest her hand over his side face. She gently brushed her fingers along his face.
She loves him, so dearly.
She murmured loud enough for him to hear and her voice coaxed with gentleness. "You are the only one I can never have, Eira. It is because I love you that I have to let you go. I left you without telling you a word, and now I'll tell you for the first and very last time."
She shifted her hand down around his back neck, embracing him. Her another hand wrapped around his body, letting their bodies close for exchange of heat. Does he know this is the only warmth that could save her from the cold and cruelty of the world? She gritted her teeth, holding back her tears from falling. Her lips parted as she huffed cold air. "You are the only one that can make my heart beat and the only one that can make it stop. My strength and my very weakness. I want you to know that you can never be replaced in me."
Her mind recalled the sweetness and ecstasy life they had together for two years. Her warmth was his and his scent lingered around her like a protective shield against the brutality of the life she has to live through. The excitement to see him again the next day pulled her broken body up from a hard fall against the enemies that wanted to harm her family. She will survive the night so she could see and have a taste of his charm, all over again.
She let him go and took few steps away. The gap that slowly grew wider between him hurt her and she has made her decision to leave him. Her eyes looked at him, not knowing exactly what kind of light or darkness he saw through the amber lens. She gripped her fists tightly.
"I'm the cruel one, forgiveness is not something I can ask from you. I will be the one who always leave you, so now all I can ask from you is to forget about me."
The fox mask was raised up to her face, hit perfectly over the heart-shaped surface and covered her like a facade meant to never be taken off.
"Syeira, this face is no longer the Hae-Sun that loves you and that you love. This is the face of your enemy, that will kill you next time."
She took a big step behind, turned her body and started walking away. Her hair whipped the air as she turned and bounced as she jumped over sturdy barrels, reached for metal bars in front of her and started climbing up along the building. She reached the top, her eyes closed.
Goodbye, Eira.
Her eyes revealed in golden-yellow color and the iris thinned like a wild fox. She did not look down, back to him and dashed forward for the next building.
Post by syeira câlț-lupu on Feb 12, 2016 18:24:58 GMT -5
Feb 12, 2016 18:24:58 GMT -5
if you ask me what happiness is
when this life is done, maybe when this love is gone
unexpectedly, with his ultimatum delivered, hovering in the space between them like an unwelcomed burden, hae-sun began traversing the expanse, covering the distance in determined strides and halting before him. his breath caught in his throat due to their proximity, lungs burning due to the lack of oxygen and eyes gleaming with accumulated moisture; however, he refused to succumb to his inner turmoil, not wanting to concede to the rapture elite. she callously toyed with her heart by providing him with fictitious hope. cobalt hued eyes connected with the amber tinged depths of his walking nightmare while her hand stretched towards him, pressing against his cheek. the warmth of the appendage contrasted with the sharp sting of the night breeze, which imprinted itself in the marrow of his bones. his entire being felt petrified, frozen solid by the maelstrom of emotions that churned within him. his impassivity masked the catastrophic storm raging within his heart while his mind waged war against itself; however, the resolve decorating his former lover’s gaze forewarned him of their inevitable conclusion.
pale lips quirked into a rueful smirk as the scant distance between their bodies vanished. the heat radiating from her figure threatened to consume him while the press of her lips against him reminded him of the past, and as nostalgia wrapped around him, she ended the chaste contact, though she sustained the physical contact by pressing her forehead against his. unwittingly, syeira released a shaky breath, limbs struggling to suppress the shivers that her actions invoked. his heart ordered him to sweep her off her feet and away into the night, which surrounded them like a comforting blanket. they could drop their masks for a fraction of a moment while underneath the moonlight because the shadows obfuscated them from invasive perusal; however, even with their blatant honesty, they continuously lied to themselves by perpetuating the belief that they could survive without the other.
a grimace threatened to replace his wane smile. syeira, however, maintained rigid control over his expression, halting the quivering of his muscles whilst hae-sun’s words graced his eardrums. the uttered statements elicited equivalent measures of joy and agony within the assassin, who discovered himself marching to the beat of the blackette’s drum. she had him wrapped around her finger without his consent, and he lacked the strength required to dislodge himself from her, as she buried herself within his heart. the fragile organ palpitated rapidly within his chest despite the daggers being embedded into the muscle. hae-sun spared neither of them in her delivery of the truth, merely rushing heedlessly forward and leaving injuries in her wake, but he accepted the pain associated with loving her because he admitted to his own reliance upon her. she had been the sunlight that he turned too and the safety that he sought; however, she deigned to rip his world from underneath his feet, leaving in a flurry of movement and sound that he never quite comprehended.
yet she claimed to be correcting her mistake by puncturing his heart with her words. the emotion conveyed in her message did not detract from the symbolism behind her actions, as he realized that she meant to sever their connection. there would be no return to the past; there would be no second chance. hae-sun determined that rapture was tantamount to her continued happiness while syeira dealt with the aftermath of her selfish decision because he offered her the choice without attempting to persuade her to see the situation from his vantage point. he inevitably signed himself up for this conclusion, and he hated himself for stepping onto the landmine and watching as his heart became a mere shade of its former self. insular chuckles threatened to escape from parted lips while the woman’s hand shifted from his cheek to the back of his neck. suddenly, the handful of centimeters between them vanished.
his breath expelled itself from his lungs in an agonized sigh while he mentally counted the seconds before she released him. the lost of physical contact, however, did not cause a flood of relief to besiege his system. no, it heralded the return of his repressed agony, for he lost the mental fortitude required to lock away the negative sensations. her words registered in his brain as if they were underwater, distorted by the severity of his emotional upheaval, but he merely nodded numbly along with the sound of her voice, not daring to endeavor to contest her decision. she would not hear him; she would never consider granting him the boon necessary to convince her to abandon her lofty morals. defeated and abandoned, syeira suffered in silence, not reacting as hae-sun vanished into the darkness of the night. moisture crept down his cheek while the tension dissipated from his limbs.
syeira felt like a puppet whose strings had been cut. he had been cast aside because he no longer served a purpose in the show, and with her final warning ringing in his ears, the dark haired model shuffled over to the deceased male. spindly fingers wrapped around the familiar handle of his dagger, which he debated removing from its sheath; however, he could not articulate whether he wanted to impale himself or etch a message into the corpse’s cooling flesh. but in the end, he pivoted, turning on his heel and vaulting himself onto the rooftops, traveling the higher road in the literally sense as he rushed toward his apartment, where he planned to hide from the raising sun for the rest of eternity.
“you are remarkably cruel,” he whispered with a looming sense of finality pressing against his mind and body, reminding him of what occurred and of the lasting consequences of their interaction. “i wish i could hate you.”