What was once lost, will be found.

The [ d e e d ] is never done, and the [ g a m e ] plays on. His Nefarious Obsession The [ d e a d ] will always rise, and [ d e s i r e ] never gone.

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To               l o v e

             is to be

                                 vulnerable

                           and             I              would rather                     be 

                                                                   heartless               

                                                                                     than          h u r t

[chodesh]

✖- T h e - S u n - & - I t s - L i g h t

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   ”I want to be with you, Mirrikh. Always," she murmurs to the elder, feeling the noble and warming sadness within that filled her. It was in this way that the sun and the moon were so alike, for all their differences, within them both were oceans of some noble sentiments that could be seen so easily from within their eyes. She felt it now, and could be so reminded why they were alike to begin with. But what separated them in sharp divide was how they felt towards Mirrikh. To the younger, she loved him absolutely, and nothing could change that. When they were away, she longed for him, and her heart was with him. Shakespeare could write plays of such untold beauty, but not even those epic love ballads seemed enough to gauge a romance that had spanned the centuries. "Be with me. Be my shadow, my light—whatever you want to be. As long as it’s something that can be with me," she replied, burgundy hues filled with such adoration as she slipped her arm through his and they began their moonlit promenade. 

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   Those words, they were hers and fell in such waves that brought relief like the sun warming and warding off winter's first frost. Though he kept with her, his features had changed a considerable amount. After everything he'd done and likely said, these had been her words to him. Aellai verbally permitted him to hear such poetry. For a long time, silence was all that greeted them. Mirrikh listened, letting the creatures and insects of the night create a welcoming symphony for their walk. He had recomposed himself, countenance drawn in concentration and deep thought. She was everything he said -- a star. A most beautiful and radiant star that he could not touch. Her arm even so, was in his, their shoulders touching every so often. A star with compassion filled with grace, power and everything and nothing in between and he?

    Abruptly, Mirrikh had ceased to walk at Aellai's side, his arm leaving hers but only until a gloved hand had taken and given hers a light squeeze. Kneeling before her, his head bowed with a curtain of coffee hair to shield him if for a moment. The unoccupied hand, being his right, came to rest upon his check over the place of his heart and the Chevalier spoke.

    "Make of me what you will, ستاره من. I will do whatever is wished of me, anything that may please you."

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O b s e s s i o n?

                  Tell me where I belong,

                        have I been forsaken - the broken ending to a song?

                  I've lost 

                                  C o n t r o l.

[chodesh]

✖- T h e - S u n - & - I t s - L i g h t

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A walk? She would be as gracious to offer her company? He would certainly not disappoint her and so, an arm was offered upon approach. At her side, he waited with a faint smile at the corners of his lips - head bowed almost out of respect.  “Indeed, it is. A walk would be lovely, ستاره من.”

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   I adore you. Aellai knew with all her heart that these words were so absolutely true. Even though her heart was sometimes so terribly clouded by storms of doubt, that was certain. She took his arm, as though it were a lost soul’s deliverance from the River Styx. An arm, and a hand, such demure yet powerful gestures for her. Aellai’s heart sang when she was around him, something bittersweet and beautiful. “Let’s walk beneath the stars, نور من.”

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The highest of honors, to have his small favors of affection returned. My light. How could this be so, when he may as well be the epitome of darkness? Was he not called a monster so many times before by others? Perhaps, never from those kind and forgiving lips -- and for now, that was all that mattered. He took her arm, walking at Aellai's side as an equal would. Though inwardly, he would bow to her. Should she make a request, Mirrikh would gladly do as desired. Anything. The lonely ache in that bottomless shell of his was filling; brimming with warmth and...love? "Whatever pleases you," murmured words meant for her ears alone. Not even the wind was permitted to catch it to mingle with the whispers of the world around them.

"I am at your disposal."

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       ”Perhaps you ought to clear your mind; fill it with something less bothersome and more substantial?”

[chodesh]

   ”Or maybe just distracting. Why don’t we take a walk? The moonlight is beautiful tonight," the queen suggested with gentle urging, smile soft despite burgundy hues lost amid another cycle of thought.

[prepossession]

A walk? She would be as gracious to offer her company? He would certainly not disappoint her and so, an arm was offered upon approach. At her side, he waited with a faint smile at the corners of his lips - head bowed almost out of respect.  "Indeed, it is. A walk would be lovely, ستاره من."

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                                                            …better off    

                         a l o n e;;

                                                                anyway

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уют

♕ –⊱ Pure pristine snow coated the ground as plump apple blossom dusted cheeks warmed from the surrounding chill of the air. Long eyelashes posed as perches for snowflakes to caress as ebony hair clung to her forehead, when the snow fell and melted from her warm body the chiropteran had no idea why she chose to accept an invitation from him of all people yet curiosity drove her forward. Hiraeth wishes to connect with the primeval patriarch drove her forward. A melancholy calling to uncover the muddled past.

    Who am I?

     An inquiry that managed to circle around and drive her to madness. Whenever that question surfaced she only found more questions. As she stood in the snow with her dark eyes focused on the sky rosy lips parted. Innocent snow untouched by her feet recalled darker times. Heart ached as she heard a crunching behind her. She turned. to face the intruder of her solitude.

   He requested to meet her. A cordial invitation. So she faced him with lost eyes turned towards a handsomely sculpted face. "I don’t know what to call you," the confession surfaced above the quiet snow. Doe eyed the child eyed the man as she buried her gloves in her pockets and regarded him with a small smile. Their introduction had been less than joyful. After all the two had no idea who the other was.

    Saya hid her nieces from him. Heavily guarded from the man known as Father. She retold the story of her battles. She informed him his other child had died at her hands. She destroyed her and the rest of their kind. Hibiki and Kanade left secret and the dormant Queens that had arisen remained nothing more than echoes.

    He told her he suffered alone. She’d known loneliness too so like a good girl she reached out. Perhaps one day they could reach each other. Saya bent at the knees to pick up her suitcase. "I don’t know you," despondent confession escaped her lips as she brought her eyes back to his face. "What should I call you?"

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[:◌:] —    Colder climates were his favorite. Mirrikh especially loved them when snow gathered like silken blankets and pillows; a surreal image that could bring either peace or sorrow. Occasionally, both. His desire to reach out to the young girl he'd encountered some time ago was new and unexplainable. True, she had attempted to rid of him; but many had tried and failed to do so before. He had almost wished her efforts would have worked.

         Almost.

   Dark hair clung to places on not only his pristine attire but chiseled features where they were wet with snow. He'd made his approach, near silent save for the soft crunching underfoot and slight whispers of a coat in its effort to ward off the cold. They were still strangers. Perhaps they always would be - and that did not bother him. It wasn't excruciatingly important for some form of connection to be made and held, seeing as nothing lasted long. Not with him. Memories of those years, far beyond the time they stood in now, washed over him. Their presence was far more frigid and merciless compared to the small gusts of wind that nipped at their noses and cheeks.

         Alone.

   How long would this continue? Solemn and still fierce features watched Saya, eyes fixated upon her form but not entirely registering the visage before him. She spoke. Emphasis on his thoughts was made, that they were nothing but strangers - that he was alone. She had reached out to him, though Mirrikh thought nothing the gesture yet. His heart was as frozen as all life around them; like the trees stripped bare, he held nothing. A twitch at the corner of his mouth as he attempted to smile and drag himself back to reality. To welcome her despite the aching in his chest and the sandpaper feeling in his throat.

Graciously and dramatically, the chevalier bowed before extending a gloved hand to welcome her. "You may name me as you please, though Mirrikh will do."

[prepossession]

                             “What ails you so?”

[chodesh]

   ”Melancholy for melancholy’s sake. A foolish trifle only—so it would seem.”

[prepossession]

       "Perhaps you ought to clear your mind; fill it with something less bothersome and more substantial?"

[chodesh]

   ”I’d be lying if I said that it felt like the evening bode well…”

[prepossession]

                             "What ails you so?"

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✖ - F a t e f u l - E n c o u n t e r

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♕ Unreachable  Far too monstrous to be considered human. Far too human to be considered monster. She held place in either worlds. Not a girl. Not a beast. Not anything. She kept her place as humanity’s sword—she’d defend and fight until her last breath. Until the moment her body either gave out or the world itself ended she would protect. The subdued monstrosity’s knuckles turned white under her grip as she poised herself—prepared to strike. Carmine lips were pointed down as she frowned up at him.

    “Everyone is dead,” she assured him. “I was the one to put the blade through them.” Of her generation at the very least. She cleansed the Earth of them and her blood purged whatever was left over. Save for her nieces and the others that had survives. He had no reason to know the truth and she didn’t realize he’d caught onto her bluff. At his thunderous voice she took a step back and gawked up at the Chevalier.

    His voice stilled her as she kept her vermilion eyes upon the beast. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as she felt a sick twist around it, fear. She was afraid. What did he know? What did he know? He knew nothing. The murderer of her own kind gathered her thoughts. She quickly slid her thumb across her katana and countered, “Then perhaps I should release you of it!”

    That was her duty after all. She growled angrily and swung her sword at the knight. 

[prepossession]

[:◌:] — He sneered, lips curling up at one corner, ivory fangs bared in an uninviting fashion. He was livid; vision red with the flames of anger that rippled through muscle and fabric. A rather large expulsion of air was given; and he seemed to forcibly purge himself with that effort. Straightening, the male fixed himself and shook his head for extra measure. Plucky, she was; but then he had no room to speak. Hark! She spoke in such an unshakable manner! She must be bluffing, for how on earth could they all be gone? Not a chance. How lovely; the sound of a disapproving tone. How often had such words been food for him, and the shrill cries and yells that would chase him even in the deepest of slumbers? Dogs would cower and likely urinate with such sounds. A chuckle bubbled and only vaguely slipped free. He contained it for the most part, but amusement seemed to mask his anger yet again. He was unsightly; he must be. Mirrikh had no doubt that even this girl held him in the lowest of regards.

"Go on and try then," he called, as if beckoning her closer - desiring fo action to be taken. "There are those before you that have tried, my dear. Tried and yet! Here before you I stand!" This time his laughter could not be contained. It reverberated off nearby buildings, bringing life to the shadows that crawled and kept watch around them like ageless sentries.

"However, if you claim that they are all dead -- where is your proof?! Tell me of them! Tell me how you slaughtered them; did you enjoy it? Was it easy? As darling as your features portray you, I would assume that an element of surprise and disbelief was present at the time."

"Do it." The process of being killed or even just fatally wounded was like a memory that couldn't be forgotten. Mirrikh may have even become oblivious to the pain which followed each 'death' so to speak. Just how far would this young woman go? Her story wasn't adding up - but otherwise he had nothing to go off of.

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*Finally logs on after forever.*

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I love how excited my friend got when I told her - if she wanted to go trick-or-treating, I'd go with her. :>

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Plot Twist: You wake up one morning and you discover you are in the body of the character you RP

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my shoulders are h e  a   v    y            my ѕιηѕ are too many                       everything i touch                    becomes τλίɴτεɖ      my hands are bloody a million times over                 and every day it’s  ̶f̶̶r̶̶e̶̶s̶̶h̶                             i never asked for this agony this                                                           G U I L T