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Re: Cyrstalia
By: Eri Date: April 24, 2012, 11:07 pm
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Time had been a factor she hadn't considered, strangely enough.
Years to her now seemed minute, they made no difference for her
body never showed the tell-tale signs of such aging. She grew no
wrinkles, no whitened locks, no aching body and lack of control
over her limbs that should have been buried deep beneath the
earthy holds underneath her feet. She could thank the fortune
of her partner for her...gift, in that ability. But it was with
this gift, with this ageless life that Colette had begun to feel
trifled, conflicted, troubled. Days she used to spend in happy,
ignorant bliss began to feel different. Her mind felt more
clouded, simple thoughts took deeper hold than was necessary and
distracted her. Everyday was a sing-song replica of the first,
the only difference being the factor of her love in her life,
and even then...regrettably, Colette felt herself drifting,
further and further away.
She felt as if she'd fall away entirely.
So she disappeared. It was cruel, unkind, thoughtless, but in
her mind Colette saw this as the only chance she had at righting
herself. At fixing these unsettled emotions, to stay intact and
not lose her mind to the years threatening to take her apart day
by day with their suffocating likeness. The last thing Colette
wanted to do was ruin herself by ruining others, and most
importantly, she never wanted to see Osuka as drained, tired,
hurt as he'd been a many times she'd seen him. She needed
to...change. To become stronger, for the both of them, and she'd
do just that even if more hurt was necessary to begin with.
Though this pain...it wasn't one-sided.
Everyday had been a pain without him, waking up in strange,
foreign places that she had forgotten from the day before. The
only waking thought she had the moment dawn struck her from her
complicated dream-state being the lack of his presence. Colette
had been so used to feeling the pulsating warmth he gave off
just from existing, leaving the bedside so hot she feared he
would set the sheets alight some days, but she'd just laugh to
herself at the thought and roll over to settle her form into
his, to feel the pulsation in her veins and allow it to fuel her
heart. And without that...Colette woke every morning with a
soft, hollow pang that made her wallow a small bit in depression
and need for the one she wanted; no needed, most. But she would
solidify herself to her cause, promise herself that as soon as
she was ready, she'd go back...she was doing this for them both.
Colette could no longer be an asset to get him injured.
~~~
That was how she was found that day. Colette had been working,
studying, honing her body through mind and soul. Enlightenment,
one might call it. Though not for a God, Colette had met enough
of them to satisfy her for more centuries than she'd lived, but
now Colette wanted the enlightenment of herself. To awake
fulfilled, to feel satisfied with how well she knew her wants
and desires and to not have a single shred of doubt or worry.
And to do that one required a deep, intense calm that could put
one in a state that was almost inhuman, almost as if she'd left
her body to control everything within her. To time the beats of
her heart, the throb of her veins, to hear the rush of blood in
her head and then, all at once, control every function. To
channel it to her desire, to slow it, relax it, and fall into
the semi-comatose state that would achieve her goals;
eventually. It was ...very hard. Her mind wandered, sometimes
leaving her unable to focus even the littlest bit. She was
homesick, deeply, deeply homesick. But more so, she was sick and
needing only one thing, and such a thing made that heart of hers
beat uncontrollably, and the longing could leave her breathless.
Today would not be one of those days. Colette had her back to
the world, slim legs folded into a criss-crossed position, her
back straight and her arms settled upon her sides where they
folded into one another, fingers wound together and clasped so
tightly she feared the loss of her bones. Though such a thing
was hard to do in her body now, with all this new blood flowing
in her veins. No time for her thoughts to wander
though...Colette inhaled, slow and deep, inhaling the sing-song
of the air around her before exhaling, a low, solemn sound that
passed through her lips and seemed to release a gust of wind all
by itself; though that was coincidental timing. She did this a
many times with her eyes closed, her eyelashes a blackened veil
over the world, hiding everything she'd seen...
~~~
Colette lost that sense of time again as she drifted elsewhere,
somewhere beyond her, somewhere beyond her care. She was
weightless, a cipher. The world was around her, breathing and
living! But...it was also dying. Horrible, terrible deaths all
around. Gun shots, screams, explosions, gunpowder singeing her
sensitive smell...
Her fingers twitched and Colette found herself beginning to lose
hold of this kite-like feeling.
Men shouted orders, screamed them, demanded the lives of others.
Women with no purpose sold their forms, berated each other,
slowly began to eat away at themselves. Children became
vicious, picking the weak, worshiping the strong. They all grew
up to the same, horrible beings.
Her eyes began to move beneath her eyelids and her body
trembled, her form heating to the point that fine, gentle
droplets began to slip along her exposed skin. She could feel
the dress sticking to her back in a cold sweat despite her
hellish heat.
They wanted death. A life meant nothing unless it was one they
knew...Death, death, death. All around. Red stained skin...
The footsteps awoke her and at once, the form of the woman let
out a heart-stopping gasp. A gasp one makes when awaking from a
nightmare, the one of primal fear and the horrific images of the
inhuman. The figure spun around upon her heels as she stood
upwards, towering above these figures that had frightened her,
causing her to stand with an authority she didn't wish to
possess at times but found necessary upon occasions. Standing
there, pink, hair a whirling snapping dervish in the wind as the
multicolored silk flapped around her lithe form, magenta eyes
alit with the same fire she'd inherited from her one and only,
Colette looked a form fit to fight. But she wasn't. If you
looked deep enough, you'd see the fear, see the regret, the
lost. The unimaginable longing.
But she was silent as soon as her pulse closed, her heart
returning to a throbbing dream of what it had been. This woman
was anew, looking upon these figures with such similar features
to that of someone she missed dearly...Her features softened and
she closed her eyes with a soft shudder through her body. She'd
never felt so vulnerable in years...And any of these people
could have seen it, the longing and desire her body obviously
portrayed. Only one word going through her mind.
Osuka.
~~~
Colette took only a few, graceful steps that offered out the
surprisingly inhumane traits she had. She was obviously not
human, not anymore. The way she moved was like watching water
flow, her being itself seeming like the wind. One moment it'd be
there, gentle and calm before disappearing all at once.
"You...know of him? Is he near?" She wondered if her voice came
out half as desperate as she felt. She hadn't meant to seem rude
at denying the outstretched hand of the kindly woman, but
Colette had only one thing on her mind...And she just needed to
know. Needed to hear from them, for them to solidify her aching
thoughts. If he was near...Colette's head turned at once to the
man upon the side who'd muttered the only syllables she needed
to hear, her eyes wide and almost startling in their bright
elation as that single voice rang to interrupt the speaking man.
A voice that made her heart break.
She could have cried.
Her fingers were moving all at once, cradling this electronic
device like a life line. For a few moments all she could do was
stare at this thing...listen to the voice she heard muttering in
her dreams, remembrance of lackadaisical times spent wrapped in
warm, loving embraces with sweet-nothings murmured between
cautious kisses, as if one wrong move and they'd both break...It
was all she could do not to break down, her features obviously
distraught as she heard his voice break over the radio and leave
into silence, awaiting her, taunting her with those
heart-breaking moments she had to stand there and wonder. What
could she say? She'd just...left like that? No amount of
words...she couldn't even finish her thoughts. She just stood
there, staring into the radio, looking as if she could break and
disappear into the wind all together.
Slowly, her fingers pressed into the buttons necessary, her body
forcing her to do what her mind felt wasn't prepared for. She
sat there, holding, trying to think before her voice broke out.
It was...hard. She could feel the hardened lump of unshed tears
of relief threatening to choke her out, but she plowed on
anyways, her voice still just as painfully elegant as she.
"Osuka...I want to come home."
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Re: Cyrstalia
By: Osuka Date: April 25, 2012, 12:10 am
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The silence was murder. Seconds ticked by like burning slashes
across his marred, hidden flesh. Hidden safe his neck and his
arms, where not one iota of space was safe from the ruining
disgust that was his past. All except her... Osuka had taken
pain for her, but that pain was always received with no regrets.
The time that he had been separated from her at the age of
twelve to twenty two, he had fought to ensure she would never
see the horrors of the battlefield. Though he was drafted, it
was always to ensure that the scent of gunpowder and decay would
never reach her beautiful, petite little nose that he longed to
place a kiss upon. And even though he did all of this in his
early years, fate had seen fit to continue to test them.
Was this a test as well? Though he be a deity, must they still
suffer through such trials? He could feel the gashes he
metaphorically suffered begin to fester and itch, his mind
counting nanoseconds as they seemed to sluggishly parade by,
only continuing to inflict his fragile mentality. He was on the
brink, proverbially hanging on the edge of his seat, gripping
for dear life as he sunk down into the tall grasses he had
wandered into. When was she going to speak?! His mind was raging
in panic and distress, his heart pounding like the war drums of
the Terra'Avenian assault battalions before their next fight. It
brought tears to his eyes that he had to beat back. It made his
body quiver and his chest to heave in heavy expansions and
contractions....
But then he heard it.
It was like a gift that he could have never received from any
other Deity. No amount of riches could equal that of which he
heard now. An utter angel just upon the other side of his
earpiece. She was there. Osuka's voice nearly became lost within
the constriction he felt inside his throat. He couldn't choke
out words behind the emotions he had to continue to fight back,
though now he was practically a ticking time bomb of them.
Osuka's hands pressed into the ground and his fires began to
snake from his body, the purples and blues slitering forth until
they created a simple triangle that now glowed and raised a
total of fifteen feet from the ground. From there, all space
within the triangle became nothing but a reflection of a night
sky at twilight, each star twinkling and winking.
“Bring her home...” he whispered, his voice broken. “Bring my
wife to me...”
…
The three could only smile as they watched the woman speak into
the two way radio. They had recently been sent out by Osuka
himself after he had taken an emergency leave to track down his
mother and they could tell that it already killed him to do so.
It was why they devoted themselves to such a cause. But it
wasn't in the service of a God, like others had martyred them
for, yet service to a man who had no one else to turn to.
Conflicting morals were his weakness and they knew it well. It's
why they were more than relieved when they watched as a
triangular void of space suddenly surrounded the woman with his
voice crackling over the radio.
“It's time to go home, Mother Exile,” the woman, Julia said as
she took the top of the triangle, her hands pressing into the
earth.
“To the father of our race, let him embrace you.” Carlo then
took the left side of the triangle as he spoke, his hands
pressing to the earth in suit with Julia.
“And may he bring you the love that only the Father can bring.”
This, as poetic as it didn't sound, was surprising when it
slipped from Tomio's lips. He then took the last corner.
As the three of them settled, their fires, blue, green, and red,
began to surge into the boundaries of the triangle. They swirled
and melded into a swimming aura of color in which none other
could describe but fantasy beauty upon the highest. Soon,
though, the area that surrounded the triangle would begin to
waver and fade until she would be hurling through space and
time. Stars, galaxies and cosmoses would zoom by her in a blur
of awe-striking light that no eye could track or trace. Of
course, within this area was more heat than was necessary, yet
it would ensure that the woman would survive the few moments she
would travel at faster-than-light-speed until she came to a
gentle rest in the triangular area before the Kitsune Deity...
…
Osuka's body began to perspire heavily as he forced himself to
keep the portal of a roughly fifteen feet wide area open for his
beloved. It was something he had only tested. He had moved
apples and small armament through this, but never a being. The
energy output would be enormous, forcing the wind around him to
blow in all directions from him and the triangular area so that
the tall grasses were nearly flat for a good fifty feet. But
soon, very soon he hoped, would be his beloved. It would be
worth it. The strain, the agony that began to claim his bones
from the pressure the energy exuded, even the pain he felt from
gritting his teeth under the struggle he felt to keep the portal
open. He would ensure the safety of the only woman who had
claimed every thought that ran through his mind. The woman he
yearned to hold and to kiss and whisper sweet words of emotions
untold that spilled from the heart that beat in his chest. All
he wanted was that again. It didn't matter that she had left. If
he had to, he would chase her across the realities once more,
and over and over until they truly held an eternity within each
other's arms.
“Colette...” Osuka grunted through the stress that he felt
surmounting within his body. “You'll never have to leave
again... I'll make sure of it. Just...Come back...”
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Re: Cyrstalia
By: Eri Date: April 25, 2012, 12:33 am
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Colette could only stand there, two-way radio in hand,
admonished by the fact that they were so far away...yet here
they were, speaking to each other through this small box,
causing her heart to wring itself over and over again. It was
the voice she'd been yearning for, the one she listened to so
intently that she fell asleep upon his words. By his side, her
arms grasping against his body as if he were her anchor to her
being. Which, in a sense, he was. Colette without Osuka was
like a shoe without a lace. It could never get far without
becoming aggravating and hopeless. That was how she had felt
all this time away, just a festering bubble of frustration and
anger at the distance between them, her own desires to keep him
safe, and the stupidity of human, mortal lives along the way.
Her only reservoir of peace being the moments of out-of-body
meditation, relaxing and releasing herself to be but the wind
upon her skin. But here she was...emotionally conflicted. She
wasn't ready, she wasn't strong enough yet. But his voice...just
hearing it made the longing so painful that her whole body gave
a dull throb. She had to go back. She had to. Being away any
longer just...couldn't be an option for her any longer.
So Colette politely set the radio upon the ground and scooped
her gentle, yet shaking hands through her hair, pulling the
untidy strands from her angelic features plagued so roughly by
emotions so apparent that they seemed to radiate off of her in
the combined heat of her form. Colette missed him so
horribly...As she closed her eyes and sucked her bottom lip
between the confines of her teeth, chewing and biting the tender
flesh till she felt it would bruise, Colette was suddenly spoken
to by the three whom had "retrieved" her and the thought of
being home after so long...made her scared. For a split second,
she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay, avoid the changes
that could have been too great for her to understand. What'd she
say?What'd she do? What if...so much had changed that she could
never catch up again? Colette shuddered at the thought and her
feet had almost brought her out of the radius of the odd,
triangular shaped portal but it seemed too late. The
determination of all these beings was making sure she made it
home, and despite her fear that plagued her and made her
uncertainty rise, Colette felt that childish giddiness one could
only describe as the aching excitement of a wonderful anxiety.
She was going to her husband.
~~~
To describe her method of transportation was...difficult. It
was as if her whole body wanted to be torn a countless number of
ways. Her senses were overloaded. Her mind roared and her eyes
burned, her hands grabbed out into everything and nothing even
though she wasn't even sure where her body was. For those
nanoseconds, Colette thought she would die, be lost forever. To
become one with the stardust that had created them all in the
beginning.
But she didn't tear apart. At the worst, she just had a faint
throb in her head like the tell-tale signs of a headache that
dispersed as quickly as it appeared. One moment, she was
soaring through the fact of time itself, and the next...she had
lush grass beneath her feet where her toes curled into the
earth, her arms in the same position they'd been when they'd
twisted into her hair in the fret of her emotions, and only her
face lay different. Expression changed into that of awe and a
bit of an impressed appearance. Seems he didn't simply just sit
around all day either...
And she was home. Or whatever home may now be. The grass
tickled her ankles as if they kissed her feet in the relief of
her homecoming, the wind slid through her hair, her skin, her
being and kissed every bit of worried skin with a nearly
motherly touch, and the sky was as gorgeous as she'd
remembered...maybe even more so. Colette was home... But, no
homecoming in the world could amount to what she saw next.
"Osuka."
Saying his name through a radio was one thing, but saying
it...with him right there. The realism of it all hit her like a
blow to the chest and she found herself quaking like the grass
beneath her under the wind. All that longing, that pent up
desire, the aching pit left inside of her as she'd left was
suddenly...full. He was here, he was right there...she couldn't
even formulate any straight line of emotion, words, or thought.
He looked different, that was true, but she knew those eyes. She
knew that determination.
Colette knew Osuka. And she knew that right in front of her was
the husband she'd left behind so long ago. Only then did Colette
allow those tears, those bursts of emotion to slide across her
cheeks like diamonds from the sky as she dropped to her knees in
one smooth motion, all pink hair and shimmering fabric while she
cupped her hands to her eyes. Ashamed but relieved. She was
both guilty yet satisfied. She was home. Osuka was there. So
Colette cried into her hands in the sheer happiness she felt,
the elation of having what she'd missed so horribly, as well as
the sinking feeling of dread for having put him through so much
again already and she hadn't even been home but a mere minute.
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Re: Cyrstalia
By: Osuka Date: April 25, 2012, 1:53 am
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The simple seconds that ticked by seemed like another thousand
years to him until he felt the energy suddenly disperse. Was she
here? Slowly, as if time itself became sluggish, Osuka's eyes
opened as his head began to lift. He didn't need to see anymore
than the toes to know that it was her. He had remembered every
part of her that he had visibly seen as if it was a perfect
portrait rendered in painfully detailed 3D. The creamy flesh of
her toes and the body of her foot which slunk up towards petite
ankles and slender legs that were covered by a silken dress of
an astounding array of colours, then to the face...
The woman was still an angel, and the first word that had
slipped through her lips had proven it.
It was his name.
Osuka's heart leaped as he watched her begin to crumble to the
ground. He couldn't let it happen. Angels should never fall. His
body seemed to blur forward as he caught her in his strong grip
and held her tightly. To have her warmth back within his arms
was more than elating. It was more than just a relief that
seemed to take hundreds of years off his vitality. Holding her
had brought a fullness to the empty pit that he had felt for oh
so long. It didn't matter anymore that she had run off, or how
long. Sure, some people may have figured him to be idiotic in
his feelings, but holding this sobbing angel within his arms...
Kissing the locks which rested atop her head... It filled the
void within him and brought his vitality to full standing once
more.
He had his angel, and that's all that mattered.
Slowly, tenderly, Osuka sat down upon the ground cross legged
and cradled Colette's tiny frame to his body, rocking her and
kissing her forehead and her cheeks as she sobbed. It broke his
heart in a million pieces to see her in such a state, but all
the same it made him feel better knowing that he had her now,
and that was all that mattered. Osuka without Colette...There
was no comparison. He had wandered time and space for so long,
but even though he had to be with his mother as well, the effort
had never been ceased. Osuka always chased after her, and all
his hard work had paid off. He had her. It's all that mattered.
Soon his mother would wake and Colette could meet her step
mother. More than likely mother Fayt would have a cow over the
prospect, but nonetheless all this will have been worth
struggle. He'd never let go of her again.
“I love you...” Osuka whispered to her as his left hand caressed
her brow and cheek. “I love you, and I'll never let you go...
Never again...”
(Sorry for the brevity. Hard to see through tears with these
two. T^T)
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Re: Cyrstalia
By: Eri Date: April 27, 2012, 9:38 pm
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Her eyes stung with the promise of continuous tears, her cheek
damp while salt touched her lips, her breathing compromised
through the heaving sobs threatening to rack her thin frame to a
billion pieces. She'd rarely ever cried this hard in her
lifetime, which was saying a lot considering her years upon
years of living. But every instance she'd cried had been the
same as this very one; a yearning reunion fulfilled to the brim
through warm embraces and bittersweet kisses, only reminding her
that they could be separated yet again. But such thoughts should
never spoil her desired reunion, one she'd find herself thinking
of instead of calming her thoughts and controlling her body. So
Colette crumpled into his frame like ice melted into water, her
hands grabbing into the softened silk of his shirt where her
fingers curved inwards, grasping and clinging to the fabric
attached to his frame, as if it could be enough to keep her
forever.
Colette sat there, a sobbing mess into such a state that it was
slightly degrading to herself. She was meant to be Mother
Exile, a being of cool and calm, kindness and constant
generosity with a clear composure of herself. Not some woman
whom crumpled into a sobbing mess, unable to function and sit
there while she was consoled. But it was so hard not too...wave
after wave of relief just kept crashing upon her in a relentless
assault. His scent...so long had she missed it, always taking
it for granted before it was gone; clear and crisp as it
fluttered into her elated mind, filling it with the wonder of
his presence. His warmth fluttered through her body, a
continuous, heated pulsation that she'd grown so adjusted to
that she was dependent upon it. And simply him. The Osuka
she'd known for so long, the one she'd fallen desperately
reliant upon, the one who'd be her lover for eternity. She was
finally back with him, she was finally content and whole once
more...
Colette's body still shook with the aftershocks of her emotions,
but they were soothed almost immediately as she felt the tender
promises of his kisses, like the wing's of a summer-soaked
butterfly brushing across her damp cheeks. Her hands had
shifted, grabbing upwards to intertwine into his hair, longer
than she'd remembered, but his silken locks none the less, and
she held them between her fingers as she simply brushed her
cheek up against his with a smile forming as radiant as the sun.
His skin, her skin, their bodies still fitting together as
perfectly as two blue pieces of the sky.
"I love you, I love you..."
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Re: Cyrstalia
By: Fayt Videla Nagase Date: April 29, 2012, 12:12 pm
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Athena was shocked by the words that Amaya had spoken, she had
always thought that he would listen to her call when she needed
him. She guessed that power belonged top Fayt and Fayt alone.
"Old?" She asked with a head tilt, blonde curls spilling over
the left side of her shoulder. "Spare me the talk, Grammy. You
don't look a day over one fifty!" Athena giggled and nodded.
"Perhaps, but first impressions are a bit-- I mean. . . A beast.
YEAH, that's it. A beast!" Athena nibbled upon the inside of her
lip, glancing her multi-hued eyes toward the floor for a moment
thinking that she might be scolded for almost cussing in the
presence of Amaya. But thank all that is holy for Deme's
interrupting actions. She watched as he left to go outside and
laughed to herself with a head shake. "Quite the mysterious one,
is he.." She touted and giggled
Before too long, Amaya would begin speaking again, speaking of
family. It was odd, because she haven't seen her Nagase side of
the family in a while. Adel, her father, she seen on rare
occasion. She even had the pleasure of speaking to the Goddess
herself, Serenity. Now that was fun. Rose.. She seemed to always
be so damned stuck up, but clingy to Adel like a lost puppy.
Because of that, she never seemed stuck up to Athena, quite the
contrary, she was very much the aunt who spoils the niece
rotten. "I have been good, Grammy. Coping with my self and
trying to figure out exactly what I am and could do.." Athena
opened her mouth to speak once more, but the sudden change in
Osuka grabbed her attention; more like stolen it as if a cat
upon an infant's breath. The glow was magnificent, and what
emerged was . . . Beautiful. That's all she could say to
describe the animistic visage before them.
Athena glanced at Amaya with a puzzled look upon her face. Her
eyebrow raised while she raised her index finger to indicate a
'wait one minute' to her grandmother. She could hear voices.
Voices speaking loudly in fact to her 'brother'. What the hell
was going on?! This was getting more strange by the second,
especially when the man suddenly darted out of the house without
as much as a single goodbye or anything! "What the hell, man?!"
Athena exclaimed, standing to her feet as the man marched out
before vanishing from her sight. She huffed, utterly pissed that
he would just up and leave his mother like that, especially when
he put up such a 'rage' over the fact she wasn't awake. She was
just on the cusp of it, yet he decided to dart out and abandon
her. Whatever that was talking, had better be REALLY important..
Her skin glowed brighter, her aura began to whip violently
around her frame before suddenly, it stopped.
A familiar wind swirled through the room, knocking loose papers
down from the tables, and shuffling strands of hair, before a
flash of light uncovered it's maker. "DADDY!" Athena yelled out
in happiness as the pale man appeared once more. His violent and
red eyes scanning the room silently as his daughter leaped to
hug him tightly. Adel hugged back without a word. It could be
seen that he was not all the way himself, but he had his reasons
for being gone so long. But, helping to keep the man sane, was
his one true love who his 'curse' has yet to get to. Apparently,
Amaya's family seemed to be immune to the curse of dating Adel,
but was Fayt truly immune? Or was she simply prolonging the
inevitable with this 'coma'? Was this part of the curse? Was
Fayt visiting him in his dreams and comforting him, truly her
way of making him think she's staving off the curse and clinging
to life? He didn't know and it was driving him insane! He needed
to know, and now was that time. His glance landed to Amaya, then
to Athena, then to Fayt. "I'm here now. . . ."
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Re: Cyrstalia
By: RiloRii Date: April 29, 2012, 12:56 pm
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[center]Amaya didn't hesitate to smile as she watched Osuka
change once again. Though a sigh parted her lips momentarily as
she looked at Athena with gentle eyes. "Don't be so worrisome of
your brother's actions.. His wife has just returned after being
gone for a very very long time.. It seems that all are reuniting
right now. Which makes this much more pleasant. And yes, your
grammy certainly is getting old.. It may be time for this old
coot to lay her aching body to rest when her children are
finally grown." When she said that, she meant Moon and Avis.
They were both very young still and she wouldn't leave them just
yet. Looking to the whipping winds, seeing Adel, his state of
mind. It brought sorrow to her heart.
But the fact that he still hugged his daughter and gave her
attention was enough to keep that smile from fading. Standing
up, she looked to her daughter's body that seemed to be as
lifeless as ever before turning that gaze back to him. "Adel..
You never did listen to me.. You old fool.." She whispered,
shaking her head before she went to Fayt's side and lightly
grabbed her hand. Deme soon returned and came back in, pausing
to look at Adel with a cold glare. "Hey ass.." He muttered,
smiling lightly to Athena. "Sorry about the momentary leave, I
needed to retrieve something lost." With that, he sat down aside
his sister and looked at Adel. It was clear that Deme still held
some form of grudge against the man, for what, who knew.
"Jeeze.. Why my sister decided to get with you is beyond me.
Can't even decipher reality from a dream can ya? I wo---"
Before Deme could even finish what he was saying, Amaya snatched
his ear and jerked hard, earning a yelp. "Be nice to your
brother, Demetrious Trevon Loveray. Else I'll give you a beating
beyond your years!" She said, a growl greeted with a whimper as
he scrunched his nose up and frowned. "Sorry, I just don't get
it! He doesn't even realize that Fayt's been alive the entire
time! And she even visited him like she did us!" He protested,
only to earn a harsher pinch before she let go and sighed in
frustration. "Alright.. OSUKA, COLETTE!" She shouted,
manifesting the two love birds into the room beside her. Knowing
Yuro wasn't here, she didn't mind that. She was well aware that
Fayt hadn't minded keeping her distance, as long as he was close
by, that should do it.
Looking around at the room full of people, she placed her hand
upon Fayt's chest and lifted the barrier that kept her vitals
hidden. They were soft, hardly even there, but they were
noticeable. It was a relief, for her to know that her daughter
was still thriving despite the long sleep. Accompanied by the
scents of everyone she cared for, Fayt's mind slowly began to
become more and more active. Her chest rising and falling more
deeply as though she was struggling to even be alive. Then,
Amaya's heart nearly stopped as Fayt's vitals dropped quickly
and completely. Eyes widened and were misted by tears turned red
from long use of tear ducts, she quickly grabbed her daughter's
shoulders and tendrils of reds and blues, purples and greens,
took shape and dove into her daughter.
"Fayt! Fayt! Don't you dare leave damnit!" She was on the verge,
she was barely even there herself. The skies seemed to darken
and Crystalia was reacting. To enlighten the situation more,
Amaya's abilities hailed from the core of Crystalia, since she
birthed it to renew it's life, it kept her alive and kept her
filled with the proper abilities she needed. And right now,
Amaya was straining every last thread she had to push life back
into her daughter's body. No, she wouldn't have a corpse. "Fayt
don't you know a mother's not suppose to bury her daughter?!
It's suppose to be the other way around!" She said frantically,
losing her mind for the most part. Deme sat there for a few
moments, stunned and broken for words before he jumped up and
grabbed his mothers shoulders, pushing his own limits and
healing abilities into the ones she was pushing into Fayt.
For those minutes, it felt like she was being ripped apart by
agony. That was, until she felt a faint pulse. Eyes widened and
a smile broke her absolutely wrecked features, continuing the
process until Fayt's eyes slowly fluttered open. Fayt's vision
was clouded, her throat dry from not being used for so long, her
body heavy and her thoughts scattered. What just happened? She
didn't know, but for the moment, all she could do was lay there
until she shot up, eyes wide with reality as she stared around,
clutching the sheets tightly. "Huh?" She muttered, staring at
the blood stained face of her mother, the tear stricken eyes of
her brother, and the rest of everyone that was there.
Was this a dream? Or had she finally woken up. Reaching out, she
poked at her mother's arm for a moment before pinching her
brother and earning a stern glare before a chuckle of relief.
Then, when she saw Adel and who she thought was her daughter,
her son and some woman who she assumed was someone close, her
heart melted. Tears filled dry eyes and she shot out of the bed,
practically tackling Adel. How she had missed him! Nuzzling his
neck, she just cried her eyes out as she dug through her mind
for words but nothing could ever compare to seeing everyone
again. Looking as pathetic as ever, she sniffled and looked
around at everyone, that apologetic smile on her lips. "I didn't
mean to scare everyone.." She muttered in a cracked voice,
looking to Athena for a moment.
Reaching out, she flinched back for a moment before she gently
ran cold fingers along her daughter's flesh. "Yo-You're... My
baby.. My little baby? I... I'm so sorry.. I.. Left you alone..
I.." She broke down once more, sorrow twisting her heart as she
clutched her hands over her face and she sobbed out her words.
"I.. Left my little Osuka.. My little Athena... Adel.. I left
everyone.. I.. I'm so sorry.." She staggered out, feeling the
twist on her heart even further. "E-Even Yu-Yuro must hate me
mo-more now.." She whispered. [/center]
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Re: Cyrstalia
By: Fayt Videla Nagase Date: June 6, 2012, 12:55 am
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"It's whatever, Grammy. I just find it kind of
disrespectful that he wouldn't at least stick around for her to
see him when she awakens. Oh well, kids these days, what are we
to do with them?" Athena smiled softly, pushing her fingers
through her loose ponytailed hair. This scene was getting
intense, because, for some reason, she could feel the air around
her get thicker and colder with each passing breath that she
took. "You're never going to die, you old bat.. So stop talking
like that.." Athena whispered...
Just like that, her father bursts upon the scene like some
sort of super hero to save the sleeping princess from her dark
plight. His strong arms, body, and eyes, roamed the room as
Athena pressed her head against his chest. Like any father
would, the pale man took his daughter into a hug and embraced
her tightly; lovingly. He might not be the most sane person
there; the darkness was eating at him, and with Serenity's
ascension, it was creating something he desperately wanted to
rid himself of. He couldn't bring himself to come after his
niece, like so many have his father. Adel kissed his daughter's
head and nodded to her slowly, creating a fanged smile that was
hardly ever present. He turned to Amaya and shook his head with
a shrug. "Am I supposed to listen to you anymore? I think my
heart belongs to that one over there now.. Mom.." Adel, with his
deep voice and seemingly emotionless stare, cracked another
smile as if he knew everything was going to be alright.
Hearing Deme, Adel simply shook his head in his direction.
He know part of what the man was saying was correct; he didn't
know why Fayt had such an interest in him, especially after he
warned her of his curse. She was dieing, and it was all because
of him. Deme had every right to be upset; everyone did. It
wasn't the first time that Adel had confronted his demons in
cold blood, the death of so many women who fall for him; slain
by the haunting ghosts of his daunting and tainted past. The
only solace he finds is his daughter, sister, and the dreams of
his beloved Fayt. He wanted to stay away from her till she
recovers, but he knew that running away from his fate would only
make him a coward and not change the fact that her heart was his
to care for. Adel looked toward Amaya once more, lowering his
gaze to floor beneath him. "He has every right to be upset. You
know my curse more than anyone.." Still believing in this curse
of his, though not really being proved wrong. Fayt was held
together barely for over fifteen years...
Athena, however, giggled at the scolding Deme had gotten and
stuck her tongue out at her brother. At this point, she didn't
mind, nor notice the fact that Amaya had called forth Osuka and
his wife, she was more focused upon her mother, granny, and
father. It was rare that she got to see any of them, and all of
them together was magical; even though her mother had never been
awake to see her. The thoughts still traveled through her mind:
what did she sound like, how did she speak, what would she say
to her, was she anything like Amaya; which Athena was almost
like a little blond clone of. Were her eyes like her own? Did
she smile as beautifully as she lay? There were tons of
questions and she was on the very cusp of finding out for sure;
could bringing her father here actually save her mother?
Athena's heart beat harshly against her chest as she removed
herself from her father's grasp and gazed up at him with the
innocence of a child, yet knowledge of an adult. "Could you
really bring mother back? Was she with you all this time?" The
question was impossible to answer, for Adel really didn't know
for sure. "In dreams. Yes, I've seen her. It was like she was
right here with me, holding me, guiding me, nurturing me. She's
a beautiful woman.." Adel said while running her fingers through
Fayt's hair.
Just at that moment, it seemed like all was being lost.
Adel's heart sank within his chest as Fayt's vitals began to
crumble at his very touch. He felt horrible; she was surviving
all of this time until he placed his cold death dealing fingers
upon the woman. His eyes widened as the struggle to keep her
alive began to ensue; Adel just felt like dieing, like he was
the harbinger of the death of his beloved. "If only I stayed
away.." His voice cracked and broke. The normal emotionless and
toneless voice seemed fearful for the first time in his life. He
took a few steps back, his body petrified in fear and anguish at
the sight of what was happening right before his very eyes. If
he wasn't engulfed in insanity before, he would most assuredly
be dragged down into the dark corridors of mental instability
now. As Deme and Amaya struggled with Fayt, Adel watched on,
unable to hear anything; he was in a state of pure shock and
disbelief. Athena helped with the struggle, but she didn't know
what to do. She turned from her father, to Amaya, then back to
Fayt.
"Don't just stand there like a deer caught in fucking light,
dad. Do something!" Athena snapped, prompting Adel to snap out
of it and shake his head. "But. . What can I..." He said, then
suddenly remembered. He placed his hand upon the chest of the
woman and took Athena's hand. She looked up at him with worried
brimming about her colored eyes, hoping that he knew what he was
doing. "Look inside of yourself and see the light. You are much
more than you think you are, Athena. You was special. You are
pure. You could do this. You need not instruction.. Just follow
your heart.." Athena took a few seconds to soak the information
in and rolled her eyes at her father's return to his listless
demeanor. "Are you fucking serious?" She asked and shook her
head, before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. Soon,
the room was enveloped in a bright light. Adel and Athena's
backs were aglow with radiant wings of light as the warm glow
was being channeled into the body of Fayt. If one saw this, it
would seem to be in slow motion, with the glow dancing about the
room like a slow orchestra of beauty.
Soon, the flow of energy quelled and Fayt's eyes opened up.
It was a beautiful sight and the room went back to it's dimly
lit color again. "What the hell was THAT?!" Athena questioned as
she looked in shock up at her father while holding her hands in
front of her face. "That was your power, my dear. You are more
than just a glow stick. You could heal and do so much with your
gifts.. And your wings are brighter than mine; you're part angel
too. You and Amaya, saved your mother.." He said slowly and
without any emotion, though she knew he was sincere and soft
with his words. Before he knew it, Fayt had lept out and nearly
knocked him from his feet. Athena's eyes overflowed with tears
as the streaming liquid fell down her wide cheeks in glistening
diamonds. She seen her mother move! She was so frail though and
surely would need to be fed and nursed back to health. Adel
kissed the woman all over her face as the moment happened; he
couldn't describe how happy he was to finally have his love back
into his arms. "I miss you too, My Lady.." Adel spoke, now
letting her finally see her little girl.
Athena didn't know what to do. She had awaited this day for
so long, so many fucking years! She had it all planned out and
everything: What she was about to say, ask, do, everything. Now,
it's all nothing! Stupid brain! Athena thought to herself as she
stood there like a deer in headlights; just staring at the sight
of her mother's radiance. "Y--Yes. It's me... M--Mom.." She
said, sobbing in the most joyous tears that Athena had ever shed
before. "No--Not your fault.." Athena tried to reassure her
mother that she is not to blame for this situation. She turned
to her father and narrowed her eyes, for she knew he was to
speak of the 'curse', but before he could say anything, Athena
continued speaking. "It was all my fault, mother. I caused you
great pain and I feel so bad for it. BUT, I have been here all
the time giving you flowers and prayers. I even kiss your
forehead and stuffs! You are so beautiful.." She said, wrapping
her mother and father up in one big family embrace. The time had
been long, but she finally had met her mother. "I wont stay long
though, because you need your rest. I will be back soon though
and you BETTER be eating and back healthy again soon, young
woman!" Athena said to her mother while wrapped up in the hug.
Her life was now complete.
#Post#: 199347--------------------------------------------------
Re: Cyrstalia
By: RiloRii Date: June 6, 2012, 1:16 am
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[center]In the chaos of all times, Amaya's heart was near it's
end and she knew that. Though to see her daughter so eager to
move, to see her granddaughter and Adel, everyone.. It made her
heart swell. Serenity was fine, Adel had his love, Athena her
mother, things were finally getting better. One couldn't tell
when their death would befall them, yet she was sure as the day
was bright that her's was closer than she could ever imagine.
The fact that it took nearly all of her to maintain control was
enough to tell her that. Smiling still, despite the screams that
filled her head, she looked to Adel and picked up a pillow,
throwing it at his face. "Don't you go about blaming yourself.
It was strain, you know that. So shush about all that nonsense..
Fayt is my daughter after all, no curse will get the best of
her. That and her father is an angelic being.. So, don't be so
sure she wont mend you quicker than you can blink." Her
breathing was odd, even her stance was some what off. Yet she
just kept that grin like no other as she watched her daughter
hold her own child like there was going to be no tomorrow.
Fayt's arms tightly wrapped around her darling little girl. It
had been so many years..
She had missed so many things, but she wouldn't miss another
second. She swore it. Planting a sobbing kiss on the top of
Athena's head, she held her tightly and sniffled softly. "Don't
you dare blame yourself.. It wasn't your fault my sweet little
girl. Things happen and I'm a small little thing, birth is
difficult for me, but it was never your fault. I'm glad you came
to visit me every day darling. I'm so thankful to have such a
sweet little girl." She whispered. Deme sighed gently and looked
to Adel for a minute before he shook his head. "Bro.. You gotta
have your head on your shoulders for my sister.. You've got to
be there for her, goddess knows I can't be all the time. You've
got to keep your daughter and my sister as close as can be, you
got that? Else I'll personally skin you." Standing up, he smiled
at his sister as she looked up at him with pale eyes that showed
a living vibrancy. Leaning down, Deme kissed his sister's cheek
then ruffled up Athena's hair lightly. "I'm going to go take
care of some things. I promise to be back though, sis. Your
bro's back, and he's not leaving you again." Amaya's heart had
never flittered so happily as she watched her family.
It was amazing how things could work out. Though she felt the
strain on her own life, she wouldn't dare compromise her
family's happiness. If it comes, it comes, but she'd fight till
the end. Fayt shook her head softly and sighed a bit. "But.. I
don't want to miss out on anything my little one does anymore..
I've already missed so much.. I promise you though, I will get
better.. It wont take me long and I'll be back to the way I use
to be.." Turning her orbs to Adel, she smiled gently. "Love...
You'll stay with me right?" She asked quietly, unsure if he
would or not. For now, unable to know if he was okay was hurting
her. Yet she was assured he was somewhat alright if he was able
to hold her as he did and kiss her so sweetly. That gave her
some comfort. Looking to Athena, she gently ran her fingers
through her locks and smiled so sweetly. "I love you, Athena..
So very much.. I'll be fine here and I'll get better, but you
better come see your mother occasionally.. We've got a bond,
darling.. And no matter if I'm asleep or awake, just think of me
and you can speak with me.. No matter how far away you are from
me." She said this gently as she smiled, those happy tears
streaming down pale cheeks, the mark upon her right glowing with
a gentle blue that gave off a sense of comfort and warmth.
[/center]
#Post#: 199487--------------------------------------------------
Re: Cyrstalia
By: Fayt Videla Nagase Date: June 6, 2012, 11:33 am
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Even though Adel was pelted by the pillow and that caused
his smile to grow just a little but more, his voice still held
that same monotone value to it as if he had no interest in the
situation. Dry, deep, toneless, emotionless was his voice, yet
those close to him could understand that he was actually happy.
"You are always so violent.." He said gruffly, turning his head
toward her sharply and sending a torrent of wind against her
face; the feeling would be as if he simply blew against her,
just a love tap. "I hope so. I can't stand to lose another one,
Amaya. Not her, not even you.." His piercing violent eyes opted
to search the very core of Amaya's soul; now he wished that he
could do that. Her kisses Fayt on top of her head and nuzzles
his lips against her hair while holding her tightly. He released
once he found her attention to be elsewhere: upon their
daughter. She had grown up quite beautifully and strongly. She
was only sixteen and she had a lot of learning to do still to
come. He's quite proud of his daughter.
Athena's lip trembled while her mother held her in that
tight grasp, speaking things that she had thought she'd never be
able to hear in her lifetime. Her mother sounded so beautiful,
even though she was frail and hardly held wind in her lungs. She
was the most beautiful woman in the world and was so lucky to be
here for this moment. "Now look what you've done and did, ma.
You've made me cry.." She said with a whimper, lowering her gaze
once more as the sobs started. Her chest heaved and her body
began to break down into fits as she finally broke down and
cried, clutching her mother tightly and sinking her face against
her mother's chest. "I...I.. Am... So.. Happy.. Right.. Now.."
She tried to stutter out between heavy sobs against the breasts
of her tiny mother. "Oh.. Okay... I'll remember... That.. And if
anything happens.. You'd be the first to know..." She whispered,
struggling to not fall due to her wobbly knees from drying so
hard.
"Your threats are meaningless, Demetri..." As cold as Adel
could be, he was actually quite normal and happy at this moment;
it was just hard to decipher when he was full of emotion or not.
"I can't promise that I will; I have my own demons tormenting
me daily. But, I will try my damndness. I can't have another
fall because of my curse.." Adel said and nodded as the man left
finally. Adel planted another kiss on his lover's lips a
multitude of times as he answered her question. "I will never
leave your side, love. You could always count on me to be here.
If not, simply call and I'll be here before your words even
leave your lips.. The same call Amaya uses, I don't know why you
don't use it.."He said with a grin as Athena chimed in. "Euu!
Get a room!" Adel smiled and ruffled her hair as well, it
already being messed up because of Deme. "I love you too, Ma.""I
love you, Fayt."
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