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Post by Ashton Fawkes on Mar 13, 2010 18:12:37 GMT -5
Ashton's wings twitched, and his lips set in a thin line, stepping one foot over the other. Still he fingered the blade at his hip, still he circled, not having made it quite out of her line of sight yet in his slow pace.
Such a coward. "Fuck you."
He didn't stop, couldn't as now he was moving it didn't seem appropriate to halt, would seem a weakness perhaps, and his eyes flickered back and forth from her to something she couldn't see but he could. "We'll all fall, this fuckin' place reeks of it and you're just one goddamn mess don't you get it! WealldeservetoDIE and you're no DIFFERENT." |
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Post by Kalas Lith'ard on Mar 13, 2010 18:32:23 GMT -5
Somehow, at some point, Kalas had closed off her mind to her emotions. What was she feeling now, with Broken spouting nonsense as if it were truth? She preferred not to question it. For all she knew, she could be angry right now, and indeed she did have some strange sort of energy building through her, one whose origins were unknown but which could possibly be attributed to anger if she wanted to.
"So rude."
It was a whisper, falling from her lips, too small for her to catch in the sieve of her mind. She shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have whispered, hadn't she been trying to stay quiet? A hand came up slowly to her mouth, the other still holding her lamp, and she closed her eyes for a brief moment to try to remember what peace felt like. A world that wasn't Broken, where everything was calm and...she still didn't know where her house was. The thought floated through her mind, and she failed in her search for peace. Too late, it told her, too late, and she was doomed to an eternity of angry confusion.
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Post by Ashton Fawkes on Mar 13, 2010 18:47:44 GMT -5
Ashton stopped, an abrupt halt to his movements that even he didn't seem to expect. His fingers were bleeding. They'd slipped.
He had to bring them to his mouth, the smear of red across his lips stark against his pale flesh (as stark as the crusty red wine on his temple and the yellow and purple on his jaw), and he took a step back, wings curling defensively around his shoulders. He thought with the taste of blood that maybe he was doing it again, thought maybe the world would bleed with him.
So sick...
It felt like the world was fading black, and he wanted that light to go away, wanted to leave. Another step back, tongue curling around the fingers in his mouth. He felt the sting, and it kept him real. |
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Post by Kalas Lith'ard on Mar 13, 2010 19:16:57 GMT -5
More injuries, more wounds, but somehow that was alright. Did she have the upper hand? Better to think not. She took a step forward though, to match his step back, and another to follow the next, wondering if she could reach out to him or if that would just make things worse. But wasn't following him bad too? She stopped then, still watching him, and waited.
She wanted so very much to heal him. There was blood, so much of it, though she wasn't sure how serious it was. But he would never get help, and it would become serious, and Please let me help you came silently to her mind, but all she could say was nothing at all.
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Post by Ashton Fawkes on Mar 13, 2010 19:40:59 GMT -5
No!
She followed him, and something screamed.
"GET AWAY!"
Oh it was him, eyes wild and the world would warp in her eyes because this time he'd done it on purpose, wanted her to see something terrible, maybe death but it was always so hard to grasp the right suggestion, to make it the kind of thing he wanted it to be.
Oh shit because the voices were laughing, or was he laughing? His head spun. Where was he? Ohgod and the loudest one he knew too well with sharp smiles and words like teeth and claws on his soul. |
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Post by Kalas Lith'ard on Mar 13, 2010 20:02:55 GMT -5
And suddenly the forest was falling again. But this time it was on fire, and she could see herself burning with it, red and yellow rising up from her skin and clothes and hair, while smiling shapes laughed and jeered around her with demonic piercing screams from behind the curtain of flames and she still hadn't found her house because somehow in this chaos her mind had broken down and that thought was the only thing that wouldn't leave, a nonsensical worthless piece of a cracking, breaking whole.
Her face still betrayed no expression, though her eyes were flashing black-red-gray-orange-pink-brown in such quick succession they looked like a whirling maelstrom of mud, tears rolling down unchecked, and she stared in passive blankness at her burning, dying hands, moving them up to block her ears from the horrible jeering laughter that wouldn't go away.
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Post by Ashton Fawkes on Mar 13, 2010 20:17:28 GMT -5
So, so wild, and she was transfixed, lost in the illusion (of what he wondered, but knew of many things that could make someone cry like that). Auditory, too, and Ashton realized he was laughing, shutting his mouth instantly and taking several halting steps back away from the girl.
He felt it turning.
OhgodnonotagainshitFUCK and he tried to stop it but it wouldn't, and it was only a matter of time, because he saw it in a flickering glance the way her skin just melted, dripped down from her like water and then went backwards and no matter how many times he'd seen such things it never made it any easier. He covered his eyes, but it was still there, a laughing, smirking face in his fucking brain and he had to get away, had to run away.
He turned away from her, felt the power like a shockwave of broken sanity and ran. |
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Post by Kalas Lith'ard on Mar 13, 2010 20:36:51 GMT -5
The sudden stops could be just as bad as the sudden starts, though why she wasn't sure. All she knew was that the screams were gone, the flames, the fear, and everything was suddenly quiet again. The complete opposite of noise, a gaping hole that made her return to reality seem even more unreal than the vision she'd just had.
Where had Broken gone? Perhaps he'd broken into a thousand pieces, like she almost had. Poor thing. The thought didn't help to curb her tears, and she covered her eyes with her scarf again, kneeling on the ground (when had she gotten there?) until she had calmed again. The forest was quiet. Everything was normal. There was nothing wrong at all.
Eventually Kalas got up again, slowly, carefully, sniffing a bit as she moved, picked up her lantern and continued on her way. It was getting dark (not really) and she had to get home before night fell (though night held no meaning in a forest like this).
Oh. There it was.
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