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.
Like all the colours Like true love Like the purity of the light Oh stars in heaven Give me the story of true love and the purity of the light
THUNK! The twenty years old young man had no idea that was coming on his way. If he had known it, he would be prepared to... No, even if he had gained few seconds to dodge or block, his body would not do it. In his mind, he knew he deserved the severe kick on his abdomen. Coughing and curling on the floor, Leon struggled to the sharp pain from the kick the female Rapture had delivered. He peek one eye to her, coughing as he did so and noticed she could have chopped him half if she wanted so. Her prideful sword was in her hand all along, so why didn't she? The emerald eyes closed half-way.
She couldn't because she was not as cruel as him to hurt Ame's feelings. She knew the fact if she hurt him, then Ame will feel hurt as well. The man gritted his teeth and pushed himself up. Wavering but insisted to stand, Leon supported his effort with all energy he has, channeling it to his hand and knees. The older female watched him; the lion baby she had raised for many years, who has betrayed her and people who trusted him. She deemed in her heart there was no better punishment than behead him, but who was she to take such action. She leaned against the bar and waited for Leon to recover, knowing she may have kicked him too hard. Leon looked at her. The emerald iris stared at the female, with meanings- that he would let her take him on as much as she wanted, but he will not give in. He still needed to see Ame.
"Ame, she..." he was going to plead to her but Haine simply shrugged and shouted back, "She's fine!" Her voice was like a roaring thunder in his mind and made him flinched a bit. He was startled and slowly he smiled weakly. So she was all right.
"Just go already, you are pissing me off if you keep looking like that." The female vulpine scowled angrily. Her hand had grabbed a card and threw it towards him like a Shuriken. The man swiftly caught it and looked at the details on the card.
West district, 19
The sky will catch me
@ame || THEME SONG || He gonna pop up by the balcony, like a ninja XP AND THE FEELINGS BEGIN
Happy sweet eighteen indeed droplets of moon given rays sparkled from the ethereal form settled in the darken heavens. Dark seamless clouds floated along the silent skies acting as its shield and wall from the inquisitive stares coming from the mortals below. A swift of cool northern air blew, patting across the glass covered panel of the window that overlooked the black forest from outside. Trees swept from the unseen gale beaconing for the leaves to follow its way as it takes the role of Peter piper and his melodical tone.
The leaves listens, rustling as they gained their momentum in the breeze of mid-autumn. A figure slid the glass door open slipping out from the tiny crack, a slender physique of a female fast approaching her late teen turn to great the ethereal greetings of lady moon. White hair that seem so akin silver glistened an eerily tone of white as the winds playfully ruffled through the female’s hair. The purplish hoodie she wore did little to hold back the night air from blowing through her tresses.
Coming back to isle this wasn’t part of her original plan. Amethyst tinted orbs now hidden behind a pair or red contacts purchased by dear mother a month before her scheduled trip back to the islands. Honestly, Amaterasu wasn’t keen on returning...
She wasn’t keen on relieving a certain memory that pushed her away, her beliefs towards the who human race dwindled except for a select few reduced to a tiny speck that could easily be squashed under the heel of a boot. That boot belonged to one person.... the one that brought the irresistible urge to scratch the name etched upon her thigh.
But she didn’t... Something always stopped her.. her hesitation, this tiny piece that held the hand gripping the knife by the wrist refusing to let the dark deed be done...
Dark deed... her head lifted part of her hair feel from the hood’s grip, cascading like silk down her cheeks as she looked up at gathering grey tinted mass of gas flowing through the darker skies. Her hand then lifted itself from the standstill, memories she pretended no longer bothered her, pierced through her damaged walls. Echoing, at corner of her mind begging to be noticed by the child who was all too willing to forget...
“Just for the summer huh?...” Faint as a whispery air the female’s voice slipped through the rose tinted lips she held upon her alabaster mien.
No matter what she did, it hounded her, his figure vanishing from her line of sight. No words, no goodbye no reason... just like everyone else.
How right her first assumption was, that they...would toss her off like yesterday’s garbage. Slowly, Amaterasu moved. Her form gracefully crossed the short distance between her and the balcony rails, icy chills brought by the night air grasped at her short frame. Gripping its icy cold tendrils straight through the exposed skin of her legs... it was still there... supposed to be scene since she wore a pair of shorts but the mark lay covered in bandages wrapped tightly on the marked limb.
She didn’t want to remember...a betrayal so deep that it forced her to return to her sanctuary. Lifting a delicate figure in front of her, she tried to grasp the passing leaves, her hand slowly clenched then unclenched though now it held a small army knife it began to twirl with expert ease.
Like all the colours Like true love Like the purity of the light Oh stars in heaven Give me the story of true love and the purity of the light
"Why is it that... whenever we meet, you just have to be alone?"
A voice echoed in the open air. Night breeze blew enchantingly across the area of the residence. It was cold, and it never bothered him anymore. Things have changed, and they changed without his control. Both hands stayed warm inside his coat pockets and thanks to the moonlight, he appeared standing in front of the residence's gate. Like a reaper, he appeared in black except his hair that dimmed crimson red under the silvery light from the full moon. His eyes watched the female figure, emotionless and unshaken. Like a wild deer, he simply stood and stared from where he was, letting the silence drifted his words away like how wind blew across the open and large space between them.
How long has he been standing there? Minutes, or probably hours. He could not find the strength to left his leg up and to walk into the house, knowing he was not really welcomed. He hurt her and it was an injury that can be healed with medicines. He stabbed and cracked her heart that had entrusted him and, worse, he left her without a word of goodbye. He knew he was a coward, and this cowardly act was simply unforgivable. He shook his head lightly, and looked up at his Fighter. He felt heavy inside. His voice seemed to be pressured from making a sound, and his muscles were intense. Nevertheless, Leon braced himself to approach the metal fence that separated them. How ironic, it was as though the fence was a manifestation of her heart.
He was not allowed to reach for her, was he?
No, he would not such a thing stopped him. With a determined look, his eyes glared up over the fence. He pulled his hands out, bent slightly down and in a split second, he jumped up. Both hands grabbed the edge of the fence, pulled him up and got himself to get over the fence. He landed down with one knee touched the ground and another knee bent close to his chest, like a kneeling knight in front of his majesty.
"I'm back, Ame." he muttered gently, not raising his head until he could hear Ame replied. She probably would ignore him and went back inside, but that won't stop him from having Ame faced him. He needed her, even if his pride would be tarnished.
[attr="class","l"]I've never seen such beauty in possibility
Perpetual reasoning collided with those of her common sense. The heart hidden within that thick towering mass of concrete frozen by the continuous work of lady fate upon her life. Decades, no... Centuries. She might entertain the value of a true pairing. Logic battles with the incessant arguments of the emotional half. Ti’s a part long chained and wrapped around numerous heavily metal bonds forever strapped down on the cold dead surface of her mindscape.
Trapped and untouched for a plethora of years until she deemed her stability fit to dabble on the unknown subject once more. Maya warned her this was going to happen one day, the event that will shake her mundane belief right down to the very core. In a sense, it did shake it, propelling her in a world she knew nothing about. A foreign land that the child’s logical mindset couldn’t comprehend, for the years she ignored its existence now it reared back, full throttle to show the child...
That ignoring it is heavily unadvised...
Cooling whispers breathing through the nightly chill, a chill crossing her delicate pale mien cutting through into her skin should have ringed her about fate mischievous ways. A call coming from her inner gut warned her about something... it begged for her to turn around and return into the solace her childhood home provided for her. Father, mother and uncle Az should be home along with Killian soon. Time ticked in her mind’s eye. Rolling away with each turn of the hand. Soon her body turned for the door, having had enough of the cooling chills to pacify her enough to work on song compositions.
Then it came... brought by the winds to her feet the sound that reached and drummed inside her ears froze the hand reaching for the knob. Stopping the slender appendage from doing it’s assigned task. Amaterasu didn’t move. Time felt like it stopped around her, the ticking hand came to a stuttering halt as the chills blew icily through the terrain. Ice queen as she was labeled, Princess of snow as they called her for her ability to dance through the biting frost now frozen stiff by her own element.
Ame swore for a second there her body forgot to breathe. Continuous echoing of her beats slammed into her ear as the pale silverette unconsciously laid a hand on her troubled organ. Does she dare? She willed her mind to work, begging for her human shell to work under her command. Her head slowly turned bangs covered the orbs that peered through the silvery strands like jewels glinted in the far it held nothing... no sorrow, no surprise just the broad lands of ice that expanded till the eye could reach.
Wine colored strands floated in the soft current dabbling through the soft touches of invisible hands. Her orbs lingered silently on his form... She heard him, watched as he bounded through the tall metallic gates guarding their home from the rest of the creatures living outside. A thud echoed down on his feet where he landed on the earth. The young female remained still, silent as the statue of a cherubin flowing out water in the middle of the yard. There was draft of tenseness she couldn’t erase from her frame. Muscles that tensed urged the owner to pine for the Katana calmly saddled on the chair in the dining room where her books lay.
The insatiable will to harm... no skin the boy whom once she trusted catapulted her back into a land she wanted to leave. But still...she made no move, the anger, displeasure cursing though her veins seemed to cool by the lullaby caress of the incoming gust.
And she turned. Back facing the boy that once showed her the same as she wordlessly vanished through door and out of sight of the red headed man. Inside the young girl leaned heavily against the sand colored wood walls. Leaning heavily against the sturdy foundation when her body couldn’t support the sudden drain that encounter took from her. Her body shook, unknowing of the reason why her body felt like ice penetrating deep into icy glaciers holding her final grip here on the land of the living. It hurt...
She leaned her head onto her palm she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment reprieved in darkness. She knew very well the sand ticked down an invisible hour glass within the grasp of mistress fate as the child soon found her body answering a call she couldn’t hold it from. With a shaky breathe she pulled her form straight up, one hand still holding onto the wall for support she shaken from of the silverette maneuvered through the furnishings bumping through the couch and grasping onto it to steel the cold resolved she garnered for years. She can do this... she breathed in the silent mantra, steeling up the borrowed strength she had she forced her form towards the door a pale limb reached for the knob held within that cherry wood gate way. She stopped midway as hesitation grasped an invisible hand on her wrist. “Shit... What the hells happening to me..?” The query rolled off her tongue in silent questioning more being addressed to hers rather than anyone else. She willed her hand to move but something held it back, the flowing draft to the open door blew a silent whistle through the empty room.
She had to do this...
Gripping the knife held within her other hand the metal quickly made fast work in piercing through the soft flesh. Blood gathered around the sharp metal as it dripped through the cracks of her fingers. A sigh breathed from her paling lips before she finally turned the knob with her good hand, stepping through into the stoned walkway leading to the main gate, and the same pathway the dark clad young man stood. Her emotionless gaze rivaled his own leaving the two souls at a standstill the moon above darkened, vanished through the walls of clouds that blocked its view it left the two without the gentle rays of ethereal glow to serve as their light. Within the covered darkness, a form sped through trained reflex, as a well-aimed strike befell his guarded jewels. Should he fall, the same bloody knife now stood dangerously pointed at his neck.
[attr="class","m"] finding out a galaxy of planets & stars is within me, listening to each of them singing the same silent melody
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The scene changed from one point to another too quickly. The chaos drummed in silence, humming along with the wind of the night and turned the event into one cold meeting. One moment he was kneeling and the second he stood up to explain, he found himself being pinned to the ground with a knife threatened under his chin. Second between him standing and him falling, he felt a sharp pain shot right between his thighs but the drop to the ground was even worse. He would have taken seconds to growl in agony thanks to the surprise attack from the young woman who literally gave him the worst kind of attack in his life. He will not be happy if his pride was crushed, but as if he could do anything to pay her back for the damage. His neck was lender and long as he had tilted his head aside from the sharp edge of the assaulting weapon. What a dangerous little toy she has in her hand right now. Emerald eyes gazed lightly over the sight of crimson red stains on the shining surface of the knife. A heavy sigh escaped.
"Not only you had me there, you were planning to behead me next? Who teach you such cruel ways to defend yourself?" He said calmly, not threatened by any of her moves. Sure it was painful, but hardly. It was like a small child stepping on his leg in a grumpy manner for leaving her behind, or for taking away her candies without a proper reasons. He chuckled darkly and huffed. "Go ahead, if that makes you feel better," he said while having the chuckles wrapped around his words. However, his eyes shot a sharp glare at her and instantly, he swung his leg over hers. "But I'm not prepared to get myself killed, though," he murmured as he moved. Leon avoided the knife and pushed himself in advance to immobilize her, so he could pin her down instead beneath him.
That assault was not a good idea, to be honest. Leon treated himself as a full grown up and to be kicked at such place... my dear, that hurt his pride the most. It was his mistake to think this act of redemption would go easy. No, he had prepared all kinds of cusses and slashes she would throw at him but NOT that. God, if Haine was the one who taught her to kick a man at his peak, she will have to deal with him later. "Ame," he called her name gently, trying to break that shield she has once more. He had done it long time ago and he realized it has been rebuilt throughout the time he left her. It was a dark time...
And he was not ready to give her up, his only reason to believe in good in him.
[attr="class","l"]I've never seen such beauty in possibility
There were numerous ways to end this, with his life dripping down from her hands. Lessons of past her guardians drilled into her and those of her uncle Az in ways of handling a good kill. Haine also played her part in making sure the girl knew how to defend herself against attacks such as these. There were hundreds, no thousands of ways to kill a person with the end result is a dead leon, gutted and hanging by his entrails over that branch parallel to her right.
The hand that held the knife shook as her gripped strengthened against the immobile handle. Cold to the grip like freshly plucked ice from the ice box. She wanted too... conflicted emotions crossed her paling mien. The beat of her heart doubled in rhythm as it thudded wildly against her ribcage. She didn’t know..
Why it was affecting her this much. Flash backs of the night she woke when Haine told her he was gone. He left, vanished into the crowds without a trace only to resurface as a conniving chaotic being preying upon those she was trained to prey on. Her breathes came as at a stuttering pace, cracking through the pressure her body exerted from it to keep her lungs at a functioning order. To be honest...
Ame didn’t know what possessed her coldly stopped the pointed edge at the base of his neck nor was she in the right frame of mind to calculate his next course of actions. But still the girl scoffed hearing his sentence, cold unfeeling, was this all he had to say for those two years he vanished from her life. A promise he purposely spoke and she naively believed broken by his own two hands. “There isn’t any point in it is there,” She whispered, bangs overhang her brilliant light color eyes hiding them from view as her hand tossed the knife to her side. The metal embedded deeply to the hilt into the earth just to show how much force she released onto the weapon. Which left her defenseless, the female chuckled.
Her laugh however lacked mirth.
It was dead, just as she wished for the same voice trying to begged to be heard within the walls surrounding the cracking piece of humanity she held in her person. She was dead inside, dead to the world around her and all of it... was he doing. Funny how she never thought a human could easily break her to this point. Cold orbs met with the sharp glare, the conflict between the two sides she held in her mind continued to wage war within her. Thoughts crossed echoed by long forgotten memories hindered her instinctual reflex from doing their job. She could have moved, dodged the impending foot sweep by jumping back and side stepping his sudden counter. But... her body refused to listen, as it remained as the mediator for the two sides of her mind.
A sudden weight brought her back to the present. Her lips parted in a soundless gasped as the defenseless child was dragged onto the dew laden blades. She winced, her heart giving out a couple of miss-beats but the child refused to let the soul holding her down onto the earth to notice. His full weight pinning her down with her body directly underneath him, interesting position to be in... might I add, Ame struggled against the boy’s stronger grip while contemplating whether or not to slam her knee under his ribcage. She can do it from the angle she’s pinned down to. It’s the question of the right will to harm her sacrifice, whether former or not.
“I grew up in this home. What do you expect?” She retorted, sarcasm dripping from her tone. “What now, coming back after two years?” She deadpanned. “Or visiting your former fighter.” He’s bound to have found a new one. It hurt... it hurt to think about being replaced... it hurt, cracking the bond she held with this earth even more than it did two years ago. There was the present hesitation peeking from orbs as Leon spoke out her name in the sweet laced tone he used long ago... but the child rebuilt her walls. Stronger and more denser to protect the twice broken being inside.
[attr="class","m"] finding out a galaxy of planets & stars is within me, listening to each of them singing the same silent melody
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Sadness, slowly flowing in like a river inside him. He could free the sensation that made him strength reduced to none, it overtook him. How sad this was. the wind cast around them was cold and dark, promising no crack for light to pierce through. He understood well, the reason behind his suffocating mist they both created to hide themselves from one another. Ame wanted to protect the remaining pieces she has and the only pieces she could hold on to, while Leon was left with nothing but only darkness and vile as his pillars to survive under the sin's control. Words were useless in this situation, there will be no voice that can reach out to her or to him in this thick mist of suffer. He placed his leg on hers, pinning her from ever trying to kick him again. Trust me, he had enough kick and studs for one night.
Her laughter sounded like a blade slashing through a sturdy wall. It kept on slashing and slashing, until it broke and the blade stabbed the ground. It was painful, and unbearable for Leon to hear, and he was glad she ended it. His emerald eyes locked on hers as he listened to her voice. Two years ago, it sounded so gentle and sweet, like an angel playing a lullaby with a harp. She used to be her angel, but now... who is this girl beneath him? Leon set his eyes closed half-way as he murmured, "Former huh? So you have taken someone else as my replacement, I see." The young man laughed to his heart content,the heart that has colored in black. He remained silent and glared at her. One hand gripped both her hands together above her on the ground as he leaned close to her face. He pressed his legs against hers, not letting any of her muscles to fight him. He was mad, mad indeed when she said a former.
"It must feel great to have someone else by your side now, right? No wonder you brought that knife with you all along." He said in a hollow tone. His eyes reflected swamp of feelings of being neglected. Here he thought he could find himself a spot beside her but she... she called herself a former fighter, didn't she? He tightened his grip angrily. "Tell me who's the Sacrifice. Killing another man won't hurt much, right?" He said, daring her to say his name. His face filled with agitation, an insecure he had never felt for a long time after the incident that made him staggered by the hall way.
The evening the sin reached his hand on her.
TAGS: @ame OOC: He assumed she has a replacement XP damn he's angry. Feel free to fight him lmao
[attr="class","l"]I've never seen such beauty in possibility
It wasn’t the same... it never was when fighting with her uncle’s second sacrifice he so happily lent her. It wasn’t the same... there was that void gaping between every fight for you see, she barely ask Killian for help. She handled most if not all of her fights as a solo fighter just as she did before she met Leon. She fought by herself...
She willed herself to fight without an acting sacrifice it was to take on two roles in one body but still frowned upon it may she still did it. All to avoid the senseless gape forming somewhere within her chest, prodding it would only hurt as a festering wound that knows not to heal. Medicine cant cure it for it wasn’t a physical manifestation of any injuring a mortal body could receive. His breathe heated the nape of her skin, boring into the flesh of her pale tint cheeks long faded the rosy undertone it held as the cold took over. A pale doll she was called, and how she chuckled at the description that finely suited her taste.
Shouldn’t she be happy? He must’ve found another... Boring deep into those fierce irises Ame didn’t blink or turn away from the penetrating intensity of his glare. A leg managed to pin down the limb she partially plotted to use against the boy, leveling it down to where she couldn’t have a leverage to battle against his weight. This is the part she hated, a male’s heavy weight against hers...still the child had a few strategies to win this chess match... it was the matter off...
Was she willing to even try, the angel turned demon in his eyes...she could see it, hurt... he hurt her. This was her retribution a dish best served chilled to very bone. Silver strands sprayed on the green shadowy earth, pale rays slipped past the dark clouds partially illuminated their stance on the ground. She gritted her teeth, biting the down the bitter counter bubbling in her throat. For two years...in Synister, it wouldn’t be possible for him to not have found someone in there. In a logical standpoint she always knew her caretakers had contact with the boy’s master it was her unwilling to ask how he was that probably blocked her own attempts at knowing...
However... the child had her own ways of keeping tabs to things she pretended break from.
“You really think that?” She chuckled, more amused than anything before hiding another wince as pain sparked from the one organ she had problems with in the past. Shit.
“Does it ever cross your mind to think I know how to fight as a solo unit?” She cocked her head to her side, raising an eyebrow at his direction. “I was more referring to you, I’m damn sure you got yourself a nice little fighter in Synister.” Stabbed like a cold serrating knife through the fresh. Sharp just about as any knife freshly sharpened from a stone wheel. Sarcasm dribbled like cold poison with every word she spoke. Boy... was she mad.
[attr="class","m"] finding out a galaxy of planets & stars is within me, listening to each of them singing the same silent melody
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He flinched and growled. Her words sounded more like a blond accusation that it ruffled his fur at a wrong spot. He gripped her hand tighter, a reflex from boiling emotion of rage inside him. "The fuck are you talking about?" He cussed under his breathe. He was not the same easy-going and cool-headed Leon she probably knew years ago. He was not going to have his patience being tramped over by this stupid assumption. No, he had enough holding himself back for years now. He scoffed, gritting his teeth as he answered her, "A NICE little fighter, you said? Are you even sure what kind of shit they got for me there?" His eyes glowed cold and dark. How could she say something like that, something that was so... unfaithful?
For two years he had to overcome his fear of taking other people's lives and cast his humanity side for her sake. FOR HER SAKE, he became an animal who could snicker at other's scream and cries over the death of their loved ones. BECAUSE OF HER, he killed men and women with his own bare hands rather than working with a Fighter to do his task. And here she was, pounding a greatly misunderstanding fast he might have looped with some other Fighter? Oh, that definitely rubbed him at wrong spot.
His eyes cast ominous gaze on her and reached for the knife that stabbed the ground. He pulled it, held it in his grip and pulled out rolls of wire out of his pocket. "I'll show you what kind of 'nice' they served me in there. Maybe you will start not spitting shit at me 'cause I don't like my Ame being annoying like this."
He bit one end of the wire and started untangled it. The remaining length of the wire dropped down as he began wrapping the hilt of the knife with it. After the hilt was coiled with wire few rounds, he let go of the end and spoke, "I'll make you remember no matter what I'm yours and you're mine and no one can take over any of our place on one another."
[attr="class","l"]I've never seen such beauty in possibility
A baseless accusation it may seemed to the silverette however it was a different story. Months turned to two full blown years without him making an effort to contact. Ame could say the same for her. Both prideful souls that let a wound fester to the point the edges of flesh already rotted and black, she could say the same for her lack of effort in asking how he was...
What he was up to...
Any information about him would have sufficed, she had two people who were connected to him during those two years. Uncle Az, and that person whom he calls as a close family friend. Mitya... a name like that isn’t easily forgotten in her mind. It held... far too much pull to be forgotten. The dark sense she felt from the name was the same ominous wind she saw in her guardians. Question is...Did she care?
No, clearly not. It took a special kind of sanity to maintain a logical sense of humanity in this household. Ironically she had to store hers away during the two years. An oath was spoken the day that incident happened... the last of her tears shall fall, the last chance she would let anyone step on her. No matter what the price if it meant selling half of her life to the devil himself. So be it, may it be stained in red just as her sister’s once was. Word by word spilled by the man, each sent its own knife to the pit that held all of her bitterness, guilt and bitter sorrow. The thinning cloth holding it down struggled to remain intact with every stab the boy tossed at it.
She felt her control slipping by her fingers grasping them by the tendrils only for it to fully slip away from her grasp. What... did they do to her little lion? No, she shook the fleeting thought. She didn’t have that right anymore. Not after that... she didn’t resolve the right to hold to call him that. Her glare stared right back at him. Meeting his cold stare with a stare enough to freeze over a tundra for the second time. Devoid of a heart as he took hers and ripped it out with his bare hands, her gaze flicked over to his arm as he grasped the knife she tossed out. Shit...
She withheld the cuss from fleeing her lips. This is bad. The only weapon she had on her person and she let him have it. Stupidity! She berated herself mentally, gritting her teeth as she held back the lashing she wanted to give this boy for everything...
EVERYTHING he tossed at her.
She couldn’t give in... not yet...She refused to let her grip from the roaring pit of oblivion where the pushed back heart ache rested. It will not surface...
However, his presence made it far too much of a challenge to keep herself together. Winds howled, wailing for the confrontation that’s happening in plain sight. The moon above refused to appear from the wall of clouds it hid as if fearing for the evitable. This was bound to happen... now that she thought about it...a confrontation such as this was bound to occur but it was too soon for her...too soon to prepare her defenses and to strengthen them to the point she could disregard everything. Faint glint sparked from the wire...metallic, just as she predicted, she assumed he learned from uncle Az but she didn’t voice out her findings instead. She craned her head over to the bush at the far side of the garden, storage place number 54... crap she forgot what it was stored in there. Knives, or was guns... The girl needed a weapon and fast, her eyes roamed around until the boy spoke something that snapped her attention back at him.
“Your Ame?” She raised an inquisitive eyebrow fully ignoring the pained wails of the misbeating organ in her chest. Maybe it would kill her, then she’ll be free from this torment. She attempted to struggle one more time but found her attempts ended in a futile failure. The man was too... strong for her petite frame to handle. She wasn’t built for strength as uncle Az put it in a way. “Then why did you leave then? Have you any idea what kind of chaos you caused? How many trust you burned to the ground?” She growled, her eyes sharpening at every word as her tone took an edge of steel. The knife fell soundless on the ground, stained with her own blood from the hand that let itself be cut by the blade. She watched soundlessly as the wire prevented it from the touching the ground.
He said he’ll make her remember...she was almost too scared to even ask what he meant. “Make me remember then little lion or will you chicken out and run like you did two years ago.” She spoke, lifting her head to directly meet his gaze. A voiceless challenged had been issued...
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He hummed in delight, shrugging his head little bit as if he was surprised by her bravery. A stupid, baseless bravery he could say so. His snickers were dark and painful, like a piercing dagger on flesh on those who witnessed it. He exhaled words of sarcasm, "Gosh, Ame. You are smart, but too smart sometimes." He leaned himself close to her, locking his gaze on hers as his hand with the blade reached up for the other hand and started coiling the wire around her hands. He leaned his face to her face frame,snuggling his cold skin on hers like a sociopath would do on his prey. "Save the questions later, sweetheart. They do say patience is a virtue," huffing his words with a gentle venomous kiss on her neck and sat up on top of her. He wrapped the wire around his wrist, binding it with hers and with a pull, the bind tightened that it made a cut on his skin.
Blood appeared drop after another. He gave a smug of satisfaction to the sharp pain he felt. Perfect.
In his mind, he felt nothing but only thick clouds of confusion were wrapping his senses and rationality. He had thrown his heart and feelings way too long that retrieving it back seemed impossible. He couldn't see Ame as the Ame he loved. In this rapidly growing darkness, the Ame beneath him was an imposer of his loved one; an enemy he wanted to peel the mask off and reveal the real deal. Now that the wire securely bind her hands to his, he simply clawed on the ground and did not need to hold on to her anymore. He brought the knife to his side. It was not obvious but he noticed something was strange about the knife.
Chuckles rang from him as he questioned her, "Since when you use dangerous toy like this?" He looked at her. Emerald eyes lazily glared at the female's face- the face he could not deem familiar anymore.
"Shall we play a game? A game I used to play back in the 'nice' place you mentioned. Well," he felt bubbles thrilled in his throat and made him laughed lightly. He continued, "you don't have much of a choice now, do you?" he wasn't planning to give her a chance to back away. No, if she was to back away, he knew he will fall deeper into darkness and will lose his mind.
"We will ask each other a question and we have three chances to guess the answer. If I wrongly guess answer to your question, then..." the knife's hilt skillfully twirled between his fingers until it was held between the index and middle fingers, pointing right on his chest. Beneath the layer of clothes, his true name was located and he poked it with the weapon's pointy edge. "...I'll strike one letter from the true name on my skin. However, if you failed to guess answer to my question..." He licked his lips in seducing manner as he brought the sharp knife down along her body. He tilted his body aside so he could let Ame see where the little toy was heading. It passed her chest, her curve, her hip and as it reached her thigh, he cut loose the bondage and gently brushed the cold surface of the metal on her skin.
"Then sadly I have to scar your pretty skin right here." He chuckled.
Hermes Himizuki holy... now I'm scared... she's starting to turn into a sadist.
[attr="class","l"]I've never seen such beauty in possibility
This wasn’t her Leon... the mirror image that stood infront of her the clone of the boy that vanished from her life two years ago now riddled in the dark mist that made it nearly impossible to peer through to see the silhouette of the boy who broke through the shield she poised around her. Broke it and made her learn what a true heart break was when he up and left all those years ago. They say people change when you haven’t seen them in ages.
It rang true after all, she couldn’t see the resemblance of the boy she considered as her dear sacrifice. The man that had her hands tightly coiled in wire was a mere shadow of the boy. Bright smiles long forgotten now dipped in a heavy coat of black and darkness as dark as the heart that resided in his chest. Ame wanted to turn to walk through that door and slam it in his face as payback to when he turned his back to her.
She tried to... beg for her body to actually listen to the more logical side of her mind. But it refused in a silent act of defiance. She had been running far too long... even the other half of her had to agree that it almost made her chuckle once she realized... In fact she was running away as well. The whole going out of the island... A childish attempt to try and soothe her broken down pride... from being led to believe he wouldn’t abandoned her... from having to relieve being left alone once more.
She...didnt want to remember it, Ame didn’t want to relieve the scene over and over again like a broken record that plays only one track. Her eyes darkened they narrowed slightly as the wires bit down onto her skin. She couldn’t struggle it away, the boy held a strong grip on the limb that made it a chore for her to pry from his grasp not that she could such a thing, her body obviously betrayed her and took his side in the matter. Deep inside she still held it, weak it may be but it still yearned to believe the boy once more to have him close instead of letting the outer half push him away.
She wanted him...
Her darkest desires still rest with him... and it broke her to acknowledge it. To be broken far more worse than what happened with the death of her twin is something Ame can’t allow.
No more... These eyes wont ever shed a single tear for anyone.
Warmth touched the base of her neck snapping her attention back to the scene. Her cheeks flushed with a visible shade of maroon that she tried to force back but it won out, coloring her cheeks with a bright reddish unmistakable hue. Ironic... the poison princess being given a kiss saturated in that deadly sin coming from those dark smirking lips it lacked warmth except for the encroaching ominous fog of black that surrounded the boy’s form.
She really couldn’t see this man as sweet Leon anymore...
She bit her lip, trying to shake away the cold shiver that rushed through her spine as his skin touched her cold complexion. Both were cold... just as cold as their inner walls. “The second I get out of this remind me... to hang your head on my wall.” She spoke in the same blunt manner as she did when they first met. The threat hang in her words however a threat she wasn’t too afraid to carry through but a glimpse of the knife just hanging between them... the girl didn’t dare look where the boy pointed it. The second she felt the loosening of the bandages that hid her name from public view proved her initial assumptions. This boy... was not joking around. A game between two souls littered in a darken mist oh the joy... just thinking what was going to happen in this game... didn’t count on her favor.
“Let me guess, a twisted game of truth and dear?” She tilted her head, arching a delicate eyebrow as pale eyes formed into an inquisitive stare. “Does it even look like your giving me a choice?” She retorted, indicating to her bound hand. That itself was quite obvious...he wanted her to play, her gaze drafted once more to the knife... in the sheen of the moonlight a thin sheen of soft purplish material almost unnoticeable unless you held it right in front of your eyes the child managed to utter a soft cuss in Italian. Shit...
The blade is poisonous, one of her tamed creations but still holding a bite on its own. The boy didn’t even seem to notice it and hes waggling it around as a play toy. Oh how she wanted to slap him with a thick tree branch the hilt of her sword... “What? Can’t a girl carry her means of self-defense?” She intoned, rolling her eyes sarcastically as if it was the most obvious question in the world. In this household, it definitely was. “You really were hanging around my uncle too long.” She deadpanned. Instinctively noting some of his lessons being portrayed by the boy, she...really was in trouble.
The bound hand moved under her command crossing the short distance between it and his cheek as she ran a fine hand over the cold skin. Yet her touch was just as icy as his. "Fine then, I’ll play your game. The floor is yours honey.” She emphasized darkly on the word.
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His eyes flickered aside on her lazily. "Your uncle? Dunno who you are talking about," Leon pretty much threw his memory of the Synister far behind for now. He was trained not to speak about the Synister, or to even think himself as one to avoid from leaking any info about the syndicate. Any person affiliated with that man, was a nobody but faceless shadow pulling him into the the abyss. He was the perfect toy that man has always wished for- so perfect he even lost his sense of morality when it comes to bidding his mighty wishes. In return for the slavery, he was given the freedom he wanted, but what did the freedom promise him?
Nothing. All there was now was this feeling of exasperation of being left behind.
He could mourn her name if he wanted to, but Leon has no sense of being sympathetic man. His mind craved the yearn to hear her beg for his forgiveness, and to see her tears of remembering back who her real Sacrifice was. Twisted demands built in his mind and devil-like whispers echoed in his heart. If there was anyone who made him like this, it would be himself.
He did not react to her touch, simply tilted his head away from letting the woman's cold skin continued to leave impact on his. A Cheshire grin flashed across his facial feature. "All right then, I'll start," he announced. He shifted his body a bit, letting his pants rubbed gently along her beautiful leg. It was slow and gentle, almost as if he was trying to tickle and make her to flinch. His hand, along with the knife, slithered from her knee upwards slowly as he murmured his first question.
"What was the real reason behind my depart?" his voice heard, almost like casting a spell of misery into the air. Should she realize that this man has no plan to play fair. With his hand holding the ground, acting like a pillar to pin the girl's two bind hands, he leaned himself down and nuzzled his nose to her neck. He planned to strip her defense, for he has been yearning for her for two years. No, he has been yearning for her for so long.
He leaned his lips on the bare skin and slowly left his warm breathe along from one spot another. He was more than willing to be hated by her, because he wanted her more than ever now. Should he kill her then? She was never his anyway, and so nobody can have her.
TAGS: @ame OOC: Psycho's talking. This is going to be R. =w=;;;
Hermes Himizuki shittttttt this is not going to end well owo;;;
[attr="class","l"]I've never seen such beauty in possibility
He wont even tell her typical. She expected this much. He didn’t tell her why he left no note not even appearing in front of her reached his mind. He left without turning back to see the misery he caused. Pain revolved around the people whom trusted sweet little leon only for their trust to be slapped back on their faces. She was one of those people, except the wound ran far deeper than that. She still remembered the incident in where her guard dropped for the day only for her to get knocked out.
A decision to this day she has never let herself forget. It probable this led to her absolute distrust of humans, hiding everything behind fake words she learned to spur as a child a smile that held no meaning no true meaning slapped onto those dainty lips to give false security to those she was forced to associate with. Except for a handful of people around her extremely diminished circle of companions...
Did she allow a reason for a glimpse comfort to reach her guarded soul, like a giant stone tower standing guard over her and the boy her defenses were up and ready, steeled around the cold stone heart he forced upon her the day of his depart... tore up the tiny fragile heart he did, shriveling it up into a shrunken mass that continuously clank on the cold surface of her chest. She eyed him in amusement a hidden intone of sadist pleasure when he veered his head away from her touch. Did she make him feel uncomfortable? Did she make him relieve painful memories or...
Does he see her as an imposter? A revenant of the former ‘sweet angel’ he used to call her. Ame withheld the desire to snicker at the thought. Not even once did she label herself as an angel. Maybe... one that roamed in this eternal place of suffering wishing to reel people in to see the dark abyss brewing within her. This... was a darker side of her, the one that wanted to drain the life out of the innocent forcing them into the same darkness she dwelled in.
This was their fate, forever laced in black bonded by the shadows they let fest on them. Fabric brushed against her legs. The rough fabric gave a cold chill on her skin, a jolt snapped through her nerves ending in a flurry jumble as her brain tried to make sense of the question threw at her.
It had to be THAT question...
Did he know it brought back the festering wound within her that had yet to heal? Still bleeding through the numerous bandages wrapped around, it refused to heal. Like stinging poison eating away through the fabric of protection she held between her and soft broken down pieces of what she identified as her soul that she has yet to put back together. Far too much pieces of the scattered jigsaw lay spread out on the floor for her to slowly organize and try to rebuild.
Between her and the gate, she could clearly see the visage of her older twin’s shadow casting its guarded gaze on the ominous man standing behind those gates as if sending her own warning to the figure the figment of her sword and shield stayed on guard... waiting for the trials he wished to unleashed.
He clearly wanted to break her. Ame cant allow that. She wont let this man break her a second time in this lifetime. Those words brought a sharp glint in her eyes, freezing the air around in a sickening show of chill as the cold laden memory of his departure played upon in her mind. A cuss spoken out in soft Italian phrases. Words that he probably never heard from her only in a different tongue, she could only hope he doesn’t know a lick of Italian. But eh, she had bigger issues to prioritize over. Like how to stop herself from literary flipping the tables and ending this game in a massive show of blood and gore. Aunt Sat has uncle Az with him anyway in case they come home to a blood fest.
No worries there... Right?
“How the hell should I know?” Her voice seethed in cold furiousness. Holding down the chill that wanted to grip it from the inside out, the pain bubbled through her chest, excruciatingly letting the wound that never healed fester and bleed out even more from the sudden invoking of the memory she wanted to put to rest but couldn’t.
Strike one of her side, still the child forced herself to reel in her anger, letting it snap wouldn’t do anything except cloud the last vestige of her judgment. She took a shuddering breathe that rattled through her lips as she closed her eyes for a few lasting seconds of peace as she tried to rattle her mind for a reasons to his words. For the life of her... the silverette couldn’t fathom why he left...
She pilfered her brain memories for the answer but nothing clicked in her. She didn’t understand, or refused to acknowledge his reasoning just as she was about to give up and let him scar off a letter from her name a tiny nudge of a forgotten memory gave way on her feet. The incident... The one she let her guard down... was all she could think off.
Her eyes lifted back to him, back to the psychotic glint oozing from his green irises. He wanted to hurt her just as she wanted to drive that poison knife and scratch out the letters from his chest with her own hands. “Still the same... You wont even give a straight answer...” The coldness in her tone further froze the still breeze around them. She could never forget but in order to humor him she let herself revel in the pain of the past. Eyebrows knitted together in silent pondering father time continued to tick away until her lips finally moved. “Honestly, the answer is as mysterious as your head. But... could I throw in a thought and say because of that incident of me getting kidnapped.” She tilted her head, faintly wondering why half of her enjoyed the touches he was giving her but the other half wanted to squirm away. Is hot breathe laced on her skin making it tingle and in turn making her squirm in his grip. “And it never occurred to me, you became such a pervert.” She deadpanned, trying to hide the red glow on her cheeks.
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It hurt him to remember the day she was taken away from him. It was a game- part of a dark form of entertainment set by the sin to test him. It was also a sign that he should realize who he belonged to. Without Dante, he has nobody to rely on, and even if Dante was a manifestation of himself, he existed as the dark part of him- the part he refused to become. Now, he proudly displayed the dark side to her- to the one he seek to find solace and to end his misery.
His eyes did not flicker when the female gave her responses. He mentally counted her sentence as an answer. His hand slowly changed its grip and ready to conduct the punishment as he thought she would not be able to give the real answer. Then, the female said something that made the man reconsidered of cutting her. The third sentence was the answer.
It made the man chuckled in hollow. He left a kiss on her collarbone and slowly brought himself up and away from her. His eyes stared right for her petite-looking face that looked as beautiful as the moon. Wonder if he was to paint that face with blood, would it be able to portray the famous red moon scenery? He tilted his head curious, remained silent for few seconds and raised the knife up. In this situation, he could easily play dirty and said all her three guesses were wrong and full of useless babbles. His heart, surprisingly, flinched in pain out of the blue. It was as if the frozen and dead heart began to beat alive. Why was he feeling reluctant to simply lie his way on her? He closed his eyes and rested the knife to his side.
No, Amaterasu. It never was about you being kidnapped.
What made him left was when he realized if he did not leave, he will make her suffer. The game he played with the sin involved every one of people he knew. He knew Amaterasu was not alone. He could rely on her family to protect her, so leaving her side surely would not hurt her, right? She was fine without him, right? So why he could hear her in sadness? He opened his eyes and calmly handed her her turn to ask. "Your turn," he said. His eyes remained to mirror void in his mind, though slowly he felt the mirror was cracking.
"Ask," he demanded. The rest of her words simply became nothing but empty chatters to him. It did not bother him how she reacted, or what she called him. All he cared now, was to seek the 'fun'- perhaps the truth of what he truly was seeking from her.
TAGS: @ame OOC: Surprisingly he actually let her win.