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Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: haro masamune Date: August 6, 2012, 10:02 pm
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"..." tears were flowing freely from his eyes, and he took to
biting his thumb, now that his lip bled freely. his whole body
had gone tense, and his eyes were locked downward. hed scared
her... he realy scared her... he reached over tward her, wanting
to comfort her, but his hand stoped, curling back sensing her
fear... her thoughts... "im so sorry... kaya i ... im sorry..."
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Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: Kaya Mitsume Date: August 6, 2012, 10:58 pm
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She remembered this conversation. She'd heard it enough times to
repeat it. Their link allows him to see the exact memories he's
triggered. He hears a deep male voice bellowing for Aphrodite.
He watches, seemingly from a very young Kaya's eyes.
A woman, golden haired and golden skinned in a chiton much like
Kaya has been known to wear, eyes the exact shade of his own
princess', is frozen in mute terror. She whispers to the child
that Kaya is, her voice musical. He can see such resemblances
between this woman and Kaya. Both have that angelic appearance
to them.
She tells Kaya to run, to hide, not to worry about her. Kaya
begs her to hide with her, to leave with her. "Mama, please.
Don't let him." That little voice whispers, pleads. But she's
pushed away by her mother, ordered to go and hide.
She doesn't go far. She tucks herself away in a closet, but can
still hear exactly what happens. The sound of the whimpers, the
screams of her mother are unmistakeable for what they are, as is
the sound of fist hitting soft flesh. Soon, the woman no longer
screams. She simply whimpers. The little girl gets scared when
even those whimpers fall silent, but the sound of fist meeting
flesh doesn't stop.
Silence reigns, but the little goddess is unable to move. She's
so terrified that he's still out there. But she wanted so badly
to go to her mother. She crept from the closet silently, moving
to her mother's side.
Broken body bleeding, that angel's face has been utterly
disfigured. Her eyes, so much like Kaya's own, are swollen shut.
Her jaw is obviously broken, it's delicate bones shattered. Her
cheekbones are in much the same state. Her body is like that of
a broken and mangled doll's.
Heavy footsteps echo behind her,that voice whispering, "So
sorry, 'Dite. I didn't mean to. So sorry."
The remembrance leaves Kaya shaking violently, head lowered.
She's curled into the smallest ball she can manage, obviously
protectively. It's nothard to see the terrified little girl in
the huddled mother to be.
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Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: haro masamune Date: August 6, 2012, 11:44 pm
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haro sat there in silence for abit. just looking at his poor
sweet goddess curled away in fear... of him. he looked down at
his hand, then back to her. part of him screamed with more rage.
more than ever, he wished to kill the god that scared his
beloved and hurt her mother... but that was deeply supressed.
more rage would only scare her. itd be bad... his hand crept to
her slowly, wanting to comfort her. once more, it curled back in
fear, but he pushed through to try and ease her. his hand rested
lightly on her shoulder, and he crept hesitantly closer to her.
"kaya..." is all he can utter... even appologizing had just been
taken away
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Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: Kaya Mitsume Date: August 7, 2012, 12:01 am
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She was done re-living the memory, and was now fighting for
control over her body. Wrestling with her own terrible memory.
This was one of the horrible things about being immortal. The
memories didn't fade away so easily. In fact, they could
outright haunt you.
He called her name, and it centered her more. It gave her
something to grasp to bring her out of the past. His hand on her
shoulder was just another thing to do so, as well. Yes, he'd
startled her, scared her. But that wasn't nearly so bad as the
past. The past was done, and he wasn't that man.
She uncurled herself, turning to him. She could only go silently
into his arms, holding him as if she wanted to sink into him.
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Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: haro masamune Date: August 7, 2012, 12:12 am
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he was stunned still for a second with her sudden return to his
arms. slowly, he brought his arms around her, a soft smile
returning to his face. he sat with her silently, holding her
tightly, but gently
#Post#: 24637--------------------------------------------------
Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: Kaya Mitsume Date: August 7, 2012, 12:23 am
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They sit in silence for a good while, before she gives a small
sigh. "I need to start from the beginning. I shouldn't have
brought the subject to you like this. I should have told you the
tale. Will you listen with open mind, open heart and trust the
woman you're going to marry?" She asked him softly, gravely.
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Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: haro masamune Date: August 7, 2012, 12:28 am
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"...." haro looks at her, confused. slowly he nods. he'll
listen.
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Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: Kaya Mitsume Date: August 8, 2012, 1:27 am
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This time, it's not him that sits up. It's Kaya. She sat
straight, her brow furrowed. It doesn't take her long to compose
her thoughts. She could tell this story as if it were
yesterday's events. And to the little goddess, it was.
"Once, a man and a woman believed in love. Love that spanned
eternity. Love that could overcome most anything. Even death.
They found it the year both had turned seventeen.
Exceptionally gifted, very bright. These things were true of
both. In their final year of school here, in this place. He had
been betrothed to another woman. It was likely an advantageous
marriage. But he found the woman of his dreams.
She was everything to him. Light, good, sweetness, and a
stubborn surety about the things she believed. One of those
things became him.
Theirs was a whirlwind romance. Both fell quickly, completely
and blindly. And didn't realize that they had earned the wrath
of a goddess. Or that another watched over them.
The wrathful goddess concocted a curse. But she waited to spring
it upon the young lovers until they had much to lose, and
therefore the deepest pain. That time came fairly quickly, as
the woman found that she'd become pregnant.
Both were ecstatic. They made plans to marry, to build a life
together. And that was when the angry goddess sprung her trap.
She came to them three nights later, as both simply enjoyed time
together, and laid down her judgement upon them both.
The man would bear the brunt of her harsh indictment. Eighteen
years to sea, never to walk upon shore. One day to return. This
is where the protecting goddess intervened. The two deities
argued fiercely over the issue. Both were staunch in their
position.
Finally, the protecting goddess made the other relent upon the
severity of punishment. 18 years to sea, one year home. And not
entirely cut off from one another. The protector would see fit
to be a messenger.
The man was banished to sea that night at midnight. He spent his
last hours with the woman he loved. Memorized the way she felt
in his arms, her features, her voice and her scent to take with
him.
They wrote one another every day. They shared the minutae of
their days that they would not share. Dreams of the daythat he
could return." Kaya is silently crying as she speaks. A knot had
grown in her throat, painfully. "The worst happened. The two
never saw one another again."
#Post#: 24785--------------------------------------------------
Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: haro masamune Date: August 8, 2012, 1:49 am
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"..." haro... haro could only look at her in disbelief... but
she wouldnt make this up... why would she... and how could she?
its too much... slowly he regained himself enough to speak. at
that point, tears ran from his eyes. "a goddess..." he repeated
just that part. always a god or goddess. the problems in both
their lives... the targets... the ones hes going to slay... gods
and godesses... ares... and now... who did this... but... anger
didnt surface. not again, anger was forever cast aside...
tears... pain filled its place. tears ran from the boys eyes. he
was speachless. his parents story... one he never knew... the
father he hated... demonized... was innocent... suffering...
cursed...
#Post#: 25019--------------------------------------------------
Re: an evening stroll 8/6 [private]
By: Kaya Mitsume Date: August 10, 2012, 1:39 pm
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Kaya pulled him to her, holding him tightly. She sat silently
with him, letting him cry it out. There was little she could
say. Nothing put someone's world back together when they
realized how shattered it all was.
She spoke very softly after some time. "Your father will return
in October. That's why I told you now. He knows we're happy and
together. He doesn't know our other bit of happy news. I wanted
to tell him together." She squeezed his hand. "Don't let regrets
color your chance to build something meaningful with the old
fox. You two will have a year."
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