The Fighter, The Worshiper, The Musician

@nxzxri

Gabrielle Nazari || Garrison || 21 || 5"6' || dating Na'ji Kassab Ravi Nazari || Wall Cultist || 23 || 6"0' || dating Marianne Pascal Elijah Nazari || Musician/Civilian || 21 || 5"10' || dating Jo Petrov

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Jo: Since she had been spending a lot of her time with Elijah now, her passion for piano was surely coming back. Using his piano as the subject, she pounded away at the keys, trying to remember how to read the notes from which her boyfriend had.

Elijah was in the kitchen, getting some drinks for him and his girlfriend. When he came back, he paused at the doorway to just listen to Jo’s playing. She was quite amazing and it was only solidifying why he loved her. “Well that’s quite impressive, dear.”

jo-petrov

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"Wonder how singing would go with your playing," she nuzzled into him, loving the small blush gracing his cheeks.

"Wonderfully." He smiled. "I sometimes do sing with my playing. I just don’t always like hearing my own voice."

"Oh, can you sing for me?" she asked. Looking back to the music sheet, she turned a few pages and found a song she thought his voice might fit if he could sing.

He flushed a little. “Ah…yeah, I can.” He looked to the song she had turned to, clearing his throat so he could sing along.

Giving him a kiss to the cheek, she went and started playing. Getting into a momentum, she was becoming excited to get to hear his singing voice.

Elijah took in a breath, humming for a moment until he felt enveloped in the song.. He opened his mouth and his smooth voice started to sing the words softly.

Jo: Since she had been spending a lot of her time with Elijah now, her passion for piano was surely coming back. Using his piano as the subject, she pounded away at the keys, trying to remember how to read the notes from which her boyfriend had.

Elijah was in the kitchen, getting some drinks for him and his girlfriend. When he came back, he paused at the doorway to just listen to Jo’s playing. She was quite amazing and it was only solidifying why he loved her. “Well that’s quite impressive, dear.”

jo-petrov

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"Wonder how singing would go with your playing," she nuzzled into him, loving the small blush gracing his cheeks.

"Wonderfully." He smiled. "I sometimes do sing with my playing. I just don’t always like hearing my own voice."

"Oh, can you sing for me?" she asked. Looking back to the music sheet, she turned a few pages and found a song she thought his voice might fit if he could sing.

He flushed a little. "Ah...yeah, I can." He looked to the song she had turned to, clearing his throat so he could sing along.

Jo: Since she had been spending a lot of her time with Elijah now, her passion for piano was surely coming back. Using his piano as the subject, she pounded away at the keys, trying to remember how to read the notes from which her boyfriend had.

Elijah was in the kitchen, getting some drinks for him and his girlfriend. When he came back, he paused at the doorway to just listen to Jo’s playing. She was quite amazing and it was only solidifying why he loved her. “Well that’s quite impressive, dear.”

jo-petrov

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"Wonder how singing would go with your playing," she nuzzled into him, loving the small blush gracing his cheeks.

"Wonderfully." He smiled. "I sometimes do sing with my playing. I just don't always like hearing my own voice."

Jo: Since she had been spending a lot of her time with Elijah now, her passion for piano was surely coming back. Using his piano as the subject, she pounded away at the keys, trying to remember how to read the notes from which her boyfriend had.

Elijah was in the kitchen, getting some drinks for him and his girlfriend. When he came back, he paused at the doorway to just listen to Jo’s playing. She was quite amazing and it was only solidifying why he loved her. “Well that’s quite impressive, dear.”

jo-petrov

"You think so?" she asked, looking over at Elijah when he entered the room. She stopped playing and placed her hands by her side. "It feels so nice to be able to play again… Thanks for letting me practice all the time now."

"Yeah, of course." He came to her side and handed over some tea. "It’s nice to listen to someone play for once."

She took the tea and sipped it. “It’s better having someone play for you instead of you doing so?” She smiled, placing it on top of the piano as she went to turn the page of the music sheet.

"It’s just something I don’t normally get to enjoy, so it’s a nice change of pace." He sat down next to her, looking at what it was she was playing.

Leaning closer, she pecked his cheek. “I love hearing you play though. It brings back my passion to play as well. Heh, maybe sometime we should do a show together.”

"That would be incredible...I'd love to have you on stage with me..." He flushed a little at her kiss.

Jo: Since she had been spending a lot of her time with Elijah now, her passion for piano was surely coming back. Using his piano as the subject, she pounded away at the keys, trying to remember how to read the notes from which her boyfriend had.

Elijah was in the kitchen, getting some drinks for him and his girlfriend. When he came back, he paused at the doorway to just listen to Jo’s playing. She was quite amazing and it was only solidifying why he loved her. “Well that’s quite impressive, dear.”

jo-petrov

"You think so?" she asked, looking over at Elijah when he entered the room. She stopped playing and placed her hands by her side. "It feels so nice to be able to play again… Thanks for letting me practice all the time now."

"Yeah, of course." He came to her side and handed over some tea. "It’s nice to listen to someone play for once."

She took the tea and sipped it. “It’s better having someone play for you instead of you doing so?” She smiled, placing it on top of the piano as she went to turn the page of the music sheet.

"It's just something I don't normally get to enjoy, so it's a nice change of pace." He sat down next to her, looking at what it was she was playing.

Jo: Since she had been spending a lot of her time with Elijah now, her passion for piano was surely coming back. Using his piano as the subject, she pounded away at the keys, trying to remember how to read the notes from which her boyfriend had.

Elijah was in the kitchen, getting some drinks for him and his girlfriend. When he came back, he paused at the doorway to just listen to Jo’s playing. She was quite amazing and it was only solidifying why he loved her. “Well that’s quite impressive, dear.”

jo-petrov

"You think so?" she asked, looking over at Elijah when he entered the room. She stopped playing and placed her hands by her side. "It feels so nice to be able to play again… Thanks for letting me practice all the time now."

"Yeah, of course." He came to her side and handed over some tea. "It's nice to listen to someone play for once."

Jo: Since she had been spending a lot of her time with Elijah now, her passion for piano was surely coming back. Using his piano as the subject, she pounded away at the keys, trying to remember how to read the notes from which her boyfriend had.

Elijah was in the kitchen, getting some drinks for him and his girlfriend. When he came back, he paused at the doorway to just listen to Jo's playing. She was quite amazing and it was only solidifying why he loved her. "Well that's quite impressive, dear."

jo-petrov

#eli answers #joeli #rp #albourne-twins

Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

nxzxri

Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

"But I don’t get how you can be…but we’re so different. And you know why your like this. I don’t. I don’t know why I was chosen…." Arian shook his head, still in a bit of a panic.

Marianne shrugged. “It has to be a little reassuring to know that there are others like you….That you can relate to someone and not have to worry about keeping your vocabulary limited, you know?” Marianne carefully reached out and rubbed his arm. “Do you at least know how long you’ve been like this?”

"It’s terrifying…" He looked at her hand. "I..I found out when I was 13. That was the first I had shifted. It was why I was locked up."

Guess he wasn’t as lucky as she was. Marianne hummed, pulling more at her curls, fixing them as she did so. “Well, just so you know, you’re not going to be locked up by me…Even though I’m not too fond of you, I won’t put you through that again,”

The tension in his shoulders eased up. “Thanks…I…that’s why I ran. I thought for sure you’d at least turn me in…”

She shook her head. “I won’t do that. Though, I can’t say the same for everyone else…,” that’s why Marianne hasn’t told Ravi or anyone else in that family. Any of them could turn her in.

"Why do you think I avoided all your questions before…." He looked down. "I’m sorry."

"I can understand that now," Marianne nodded her head, a small smile on her lips. "At least now we have something in common,"

"Y-yeah…I guess we do." He never thought that they would with how terribly they had gotten off to start. "It’s…nice to have someone else know now…well aside from Ana.."

"Ana?" was it the same Ana that she had recently became friends with? "Is that the place you’ve been hiding out at?"

He nodded. “Yeah…she was nice enough to offer.” He rubbed the back of his head. “I met her when she came to give you something. Everyone was out at that time…”

Ah, so it was that Ana. “I wondered why I haven’t seen her lately,” Marianne tucked some hair behind her ear. “So, now that we’re squared off…Are you going to come back home?”

He shook his head. "No...I like being with Ana. She makes me...happy." Arian flushed a little. "I want to stay with her."

#Marianne pascal #rp

Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

nxzxri

Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

"But I don’t get how you can be…but we’re so different. And you know why your like this. I don’t. I don’t know why I was chosen…." Arian shook his head, still in a bit of a panic.

Marianne shrugged. “It has to be a little reassuring to know that there are others like you….That you can relate to someone and not have to worry about keeping your vocabulary limited, you know?” Marianne carefully reached out and rubbed his arm. “Do you at least know how long you’ve been like this?”

"It’s terrifying…" He looked at her hand. "I..I found out when I was 13. That was the first I had shifted. It was why I was locked up."

Guess he wasn’t as lucky as she was. Marianne hummed, pulling more at her curls, fixing them as she did so. “Well, just so you know, you’re not going to be locked up by me…Even though I’m not too fond of you, I won’t put you through that again,”

The tension in his shoulders eased up. “Thanks…I…that’s why I ran. I thought for sure you’d at least turn me in…”

She shook her head. “I won’t do that. Though, I can’t say the same for everyone else…,” that’s why Marianne hasn’t told Ravi or anyone else in that family. Any of them could turn her in.

"Why do you think I avoided all your questions before…." He looked down. "I’m sorry."

"I can understand that now," Marianne nodded her head, a small smile on her lips. "At least now we have something in common,"

"Y-yeah…I guess we do." He never thought that they would with how terribly they had gotten off to start. "It’s…nice to have someone else know now…well aside from Ana.."

"Ana?" was it the same Ana that she had recently became friends with? "Is that the place you’ve been hiding out at?"

He nodded. "Yeah...she was nice enough to offer." He rubbed the back of his head. "I met her when she came to give you something. Everyone was out at that time..."

#Marianne pascal #rp

Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

nxzxri

Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

"But I don’t get how you can be…but we’re so different. And you know why your like this. I don’t. I don’t know why I was chosen…." Arian shook his head, still in a bit of a panic.

Marianne shrugged. “It has to be a little reassuring to know that there are others like you….That you can relate to someone and not have to worry about keeping your vocabulary limited, you know?” Marianne carefully reached out and rubbed his arm. “Do you at least know how long you’ve been like this?”

"It’s terrifying…" He looked at her hand. "I..I found out when I was 13. That was the first I had shifted. It was why I was locked up."

Guess he wasn’t as lucky as she was. Marianne hummed, pulling more at her curls, fixing them as she did so. “Well, just so you know, you’re not going to be locked up by me…Even though I’m not too fond of you, I won’t put you through that again,”

The tension in his shoulders eased up. “Thanks…I…that’s why I ran. I thought for sure you’d at least turn me in…”

She shook her head. “I won’t do that. Though, I can’t say the same for everyone else…,” that’s why Marianne hasn’t told Ravi or anyone else in that family. Any of them could turn her in.

"Why do you think I avoided all your questions before…." He looked down. "I’m sorry."

"I can understand that now," Marianne nodded her head, a small smile on her lips. "At least now we have something in common,"

"Y-yeah...I guess we do." He never thought that they would with how terribly they had gotten off to start. "It's...nice to have someone else know now...well aside from Ana.."

#Marianne pascal #rp

Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

nxzxri

Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

"But I don’t get how you can be…but we’re so different. And you know why your like this. I don’t. I don’t know why I was chosen…." Arian shook his head, still in a bit of a panic.

Marianne shrugged. “It has to be a little reassuring to know that there are others like you….That you can relate to someone and not have to worry about keeping your vocabulary limited, you know?” Marianne carefully reached out and rubbed his arm. “Do you at least know how long you’ve been like this?”

"It’s terrifying…" He looked at her hand. "I..I found out when I was 13. That was the first I had shifted. It was why I was locked up."

Guess he wasn’t as lucky as she was. Marianne hummed, pulling more at her curls, fixing them as she did so. “Well, just so you know, you’re not going to be locked up by me…Even though I’m not too fond of you, I won’t put you through that again,”

The tension in his shoulders eased up. “Thanks…I…that’s why I ran. I thought for sure you’d at least turn me in…”

She shook her head. “I won’t do that. Though, I can’t say the same for everyone else…,” that’s why Marianne hasn’t told Ravi or anyone else in that family. Any of them could turn her in.

"Why do you think I avoided all your questions before...." He looked down. "I'm sorry."

#Marianne pascal #rp

Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

nxzxri

Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

"But I don’t get how you can be…but we’re so different. And you know why your like this. I don’t. I don’t know why I was chosen…." Arian shook his head, still in a bit of a panic.

Marianne shrugged. “It has to be a little reassuring to know that there are others like you….That you can relate to someone and not have to worry about keeping your vocabulary limited, you know?” Marianne carefully reached out and rubbed his arm. “Do you at least know how long you’ve been like this?”

"It’s terrifying…" He looked at her hand. "I..I found out when I was 13. That was the first I had shifted. It was why I was locked up."

Guess he wasn’t as lucky as she was. Marianne hummed, pulling more at her curls, fixing them as she did so. “Well, just so you know, you’re not going to be locked up by me…Even though I’m not too fond of you, I won’t put you through that again,”

The tension in his shoulders eased up. "Thanks...I...that's why I ran. I thought for sure you'd at least turn me in..."

#Marianne pascal #rp

Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

nxzxri

Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

"But I don’t get how you can be…but we’re so different. And you know why your like this. I don’t. I don’t know why I was chosen…." Arian shook his head, still in a bit of a panic.

Marianne shrugged. “It has to be a little reassuring to know that there are others like you….That you can relate to someone and not have to worry about keeping your vocabulary limited, you know?” Marianne carefully reached out and rubbed his arm. “Do you at least know how long you’ve been like this?”

"It's terrifying..." He looked at her hand. "I..I found out when I was 13. That was the first I had shifted. It was why I was locked up."

#Marianne pascal #rp

Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

nxzxri

Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

Her words brought him no comfort, only wanting to run faster now. But the last thing she said stopped him dead in his tracks. “What…happened to…you?….”

Marianne knew she had to tell him now. There was no going back into safety. “Well, you know how it is; being raised by a mother who’s obsessed with titans can be very interesting,” she says with a soft laugh. “My mother…did experiments on me…and she still does from time to time,”

Now Arian looked on Marianne with horror. “What…why would a parent do that to a child?…” His own father only let him help out. Never did he dare lay a hand on him…right?

"My mother’s crazy, and she spoiled me rotten; I couldn’t say no," Marianne rubbed her arm, lowering her head a bit. "I don’t know if you want to believe me, Arian, but you and I…are one and the same…,"

"The same?" He scoffed. "There’s nothing about us that’s the same, Marianne. Maybe you were used a little but it’s nothing like my isolation and tortures, my tests and failures. Nothing like the monster inside of me."

Marianne knew he wasn’t going to believe her right off the bat. “One of my mother’s experiments, the very first one she ever did to me, was injecting me with this serum, a project she had been working on for years…Thanks to that, I also…have a monster within me….,”

"What do you mean?" Arian was completely confused as to what she was getting at. He trembled, pulling back from her even more.

"It means…I am the same as you; a shifter, a titan…a monster," Marianne bit her lip, trying to read his expression. "Nobody knows…aside from you and another close friend,"

Arian stared at her, his mouth open. No way. She had to be lying. No way she was like him and not locked up. Impossible… “You…you can’t be. Don’t be saying this shit to try to get to me.”

"Do you need more proof? Fine. I’m glad I brought this along with me," she pulls out a little knife from under one of her folds, a good place to hide valuables and such. Marianne bit her lip hard and drew the blade along the skin of her arm, watching as the dark red liquid -poured from the wound. It was only for a moment before the wound began to heal, and steam sizzled as it did so.

Arian nearly jumped forward when she started to cut herself, afraid of how far she was willing to go. But when he saw it steam and heal, his hear dropped. “You…you….”

"—am just like you," she finished, putting the blade back under her dress flap. "I knew you wouldn’t believe me right away, so I needed something more convincing to show you,"

He stared at her, shaking his head. “What…I don’t…I don’t get it…” Arian took a step closer.

"What is there not to get?" Marianne asked, moving closer to him. "I am what I am…,"

"But I don't get how you can be...but we're so different. And you know why your like this. I don't. I don't know why I was chosen...." Arian shook his head, still in a bit of a panic.

#Marianne pascal #rp

Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

nxzxri

Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

Her words brought him no comfort, only wanting to run faster now. But the last thing she said stopped him dead in his tracks. “What…happened to…you?….”

Marianne knew she had to tell him now. There was no going back into safety. “Well, you know how it is; being raised by a mother who’s obsessed with titans can be very interesting,” she says with a soft laugh. “My mother…did experiments on me…and she still does from time to time,”

Now Arian looked on Marianne with horror. “What…why would a parent do that to a child?…” His own father only let him help out. Never did he dare lay a hand on him…right?

"My mother’s crazy, and she spoiled me rotten; I couldn’t say no," Marianne rubbed her arm, lowering her head a bit. "I don’t know if you want to believe me, Arian, but you and I…are one and the same…,"

"The same?" He scoffed. "There’s nothing about us that’s the same, Marianne. Maybe you were used a little but it’s nothing like my isolation and tortures, my tests and failures. Nothing like the monster inside of me."

Marianne knew he wasn’t going to believe her right off the bat. “One of my mother’s experiments, the very first one she ever did to me, was injecting me with this serum, a project she had been working on for years…Thanks to that, I also…have a monster within me….,”

"What do you mean?" Arian was completely confused as to what she was getting at. He trembled, pulling back from her even more.

"It means…I am the same as you; a shifter, a titan…a monster," Marianne bit her lip, trying to read his expression. "Nobody knows…aside from you and another close friend,"

Arian stared at her, his mouth open. No way. She had to be lying. No way she was like him and not locked up. Impossible… “You…you can’t be. Don’t be saying this shit to try to get to me.”

"Do you need more proof? Fine. I’m glad I brought this along with me," she pulls out a little knife from under one of her folds, a good place to hide valuables and such. Marianne bit her lip hard and drew the blade along the skin of her arm, watching as the dark red liquid -poured from the wound. It was only for a moment before the wound began to heal, and steam sizzled as it did so.

Arian nearly jumped forward when she started to cut herself, afraid of how far she was willing to go. But when he saw it steam and heal, his hear dropped. “You…you….”

"—am just like you," she finished, putting the blade back under her dress flap. "I knew you wouldn’t believe me right away, so I needed something more convincing to show you,"

He stared at her, shaking his head. "What...I don't...I don't get it..." Arian took a step closer.

#Marianne pascal #rp

Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

nxzxri

Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

Her words brought him no comfort, only wanting to run faster now. But the last thing she said stopped him dead in his tracks. “What…happened to…you?….”

Marianne knew she had to tell him now. There was no going back into safety. “Well, you know how it is; being raised by a mother who’s obsessed with titans can be very interesting,” she says with a soft laugh. “My mother…did experiments on me…and she still does from time to time,”

Now Arian looked on Marianne with horror. “What…why would a parent do that to a child?…” His own father only let him help out. Never did he dare lay a hand on him…right?

"My mother’s crazy, and she spoiled me rotten; I couldn’t say no," Marianne rubbed her arm, lowering her head a bit. "I don’t know if you want to believe me, Arian, but you and I…are one and the same…,"

"The same?" He scoffed. "There’s nothing about us that’s the same, Marianne. Maybe you were used a little but it’s nothing like my isolation and tortures, my tests and failures. Nothing like the monster inside of me."

Marianne knew he wasn’t going to believe her right off the bat. “One of my mother’s experiments, the very first one she ever did to me, was injecting me with this serum, a project she had been working on for years…Thanks to that, I also…have a monster within me….,”

"What do you mean?" Arian was completely confused as to what she was getting at. He trembled, pulling back from her even more.

"It means…I am the same as you; a shifter, a titan…a monster," Marianne bit her lip, trying to read his expression. "Nobody knows…aside from you and another close friend,"

Arian stared at her, his mouth open. No way. She had to be lying. No way she was like him and not locked up. Impossible… “You…you can’t be. Don’t be saying this shit to try to get to me.”

"Do you need more proof? Fine. I’m glad I brought this along with me," she pulls out a little knife from under one of her folds, a good place to hide valuables and such. Marianne bit her lip hard and drew the blade along the skin of her arm, watching as the dark red liquid -poured from the wound. It was only for a moment before the wound began to heal, and steam sizzled as it did so.

Arian nearly jumped forward when she started to cut herself, afraid of how far she was willing to go. But when he saw it steam and heal, his hear dropped. "You...you...."

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Arian kept his distance from his cousin's home, trying his best to avoid Marianne. She knew what he was now. If he saw her, what were the chances she'd let him escape again? She'd want to lock him up and let her mother test on him. He was tired of living in a cage and wouldn't go back to it. He stalked around the streets, doing his best so far for avoiding anyone.

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Ever since Arian left, things had been so strange for her. To actually meet someone who was just like her…Well, if only he knew that. She didn’t even get to talk to him about it before he bolted like a frightened kitten. Marianne knew she had to go talk to him, but it was finding him that would prove to be a challenge.

Marianne pulled up her hood and left the apartment, starting on her mission to find the fellow shifter.

Her words brought him no comfort, only wanting to run faster now. But the last thing she said stopped him dead in his tracks. “What…happened to…you?….”

Marianne knew she had to tell him now. There was no going back into safety. “Well, you know how it is; being raised by a mother who’s obsessed with titans can be very interesting,” she says with a soft laugh. “My mother…did experiments on me…and she still does from time to time,”

Now Arian looked on Marianne with horror. “What…why would a parent do that to a child?…” His own father only let him help out. Never did he dare lay a hand on him…right?

"My mother’s crazy, and she spoiled me rotten; I couldn’t say no," Marianne rubbed her arm, lowering her head a bit. "I don’t know if you want to believe me, Arian, but you and I…are one and the same…,"

"The same?" He scoffed. "There’s nothing about us that’s the same, Marianne. Maybe you were used a little but it’s nothing like my isolation and tortures, my tests and failures. Nothing like the monster inside of me."

Marianne knew he wasn’t going to believe her right off the bat. “One of my mother’s experiments, the very first one she ever did to me, was injecting me with this serum, a project she had been working on for years…Thanks to that, I also…have a monster within me….,”

"What do you mean?" Arian was completely confused as to what she was getting at. He trembled, pulling back from her even more.

"It means…I am the same as you; a shifter, a titan…a monster," Marianne bit her lip, trying to read his expression. "Nobody knows…aside from you and another close friend,"

Arian stared at her, his mouth open. No way. She had to be lying. No way she was like him and not locked up. Impossible... "You...you can't be. Don't be saying this shit to try to get to me."

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