"Audrie." She mumbled, hazel eyes gleaming with no interest though it is locked with the other’s gaze. Her small figure is wrapped with a simple cut white shirt and jeans, and you will think that this female came from a wealthy family. "Vogue’s editor."
Hard, heavy, cold, rusty…
She pulled out a nearly-crumpled piece of paper, on it was a drawing of a blond man with soft features. Audrie’s hazel eyes softened for a moment, and you could see the melancholy within them. But then as she tips her head up, you’ll notice that she has returned to her original state.
so yeah ah you've noticed i've killed kai-- she's dead. orz oh my god im sorry don't chase me or kill me you still can find me in aim! and i'm planning to re-create this muse anyway, just wait for it!
to everyone that i've rped with, thank you for being such a nice friend for kai! you still can be her friend when she returns-- if she remembers you.
to everyone that i follow and followed me and didn't had much interaction with ; w ; thank you! i wish i had more interaction with you all, but ooc life comes first and all ugh--
lastly, to suho's mun <3
don't kill me.
so yeah i dont know what else to say ; ~ ; umm, i love you all! thank you for rping with this no quality rper orz
There was something different about Arctura that night, and how I regret having not realized it sooner. She looked as if she has been kissed by a deathly plague, her usually bright crimson eyes have turned into a dull hazel colour, her skin has gone noticeably paler, and she felt cold to touch. My suspicion was confirmed as soon as she fell to my arms, breathing raggedly. By this time, I could feel my stomach twists in the most uncomfortable way.
As much as I wanted to bring her to a more comfortable place, I couldn’t bring my legs to move. So instead, I sat myself down on the cold floor, cradling Arc in my arms. I brushed her bangs away from her face, and she merely smiled as a reaction. For some reason, her smile looked twice sweeter than usual, despite the clear exhaustion written on her face. I brought her face closer to mine, clearly worried with her condition. “Arc?” I called, making sure that she’s still… there. Sure, she gets sick sometimes, but I’ve never seen her in this state before. “Talk to me.”
She opened her eyelids, gazing at me tiredly. Her breathing was uneven, and she sounded so weak as she speaks. “I’m sorry…” No. No, this is not happening again, right—? Not again. I can’t bear to listen to the same painful words over and over again. “It’s my fault. Not yours.” Arc mumbled, almost inaudibly. Dammit, how can she still worry about me when she’s dying? As I was about to reply to her words, she continued, “None of these is your fault, Gabriel—“ I had never been called by that name before, not after my escapade from upstairs, and surprisingly, it sounded nice to hear her calling me by that name. It’d be way nicer if she could call me with that name when she’s not dying
Memories rushed through my mind as the small girl I’m cradling shut her eyes once more. My beloved offed himself away, the other one killed himself right in front of me, and another one died—all because of me. My fault. How can Arctura, a girl—demon, who barely knew me, say these things so easily? I bit my lips hard; I know my voice would crack if I dare to speak, but watching her dying in silence would be painful too.
Her eyes flickered once more, and her hand cupped my cheek. I could feel her cold thumb stroking my skin, and she kept smiling at me. I let her snuggle into my arms, like she always do whenever I hold her. Will this be my last chance to hold her in my arms? Will this be the last time for me to feel her touch? And will I ever see that beautiful smile of her’s again?
“I’m sorry.” She murmured, and I know she’s close to tears too; this little demon is like an open book to me. I felt her thumb wiping a tear that almost fell to my cheek, and I couldn’t do anything but to watch her. I brushed her hair away from her face once more, all the while keeping my gaze on her face. “I’m so sorry—“
“No.” My voice cracked the moment I speak, and I could no longer hold my tears. “You promised me. No, you swore you’d never leave me!” I sobbed, and I took a few deep breaths before I hold her face with my trembling hand, I wanted to feel her warm skin—but why does it feels so cold to touch now? “You’re my last hope. You promised…”
I saw a tear rolling down her cheek as she caressed my face gently, so I took her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze before she return it with a weak grip, and it broke my heart—to know she’s dying. ‘I’m stronger than they are.’ She said once before to me, but looking at her condition right now, she fell into the same state as my past lovers did. I only knew Arc or a few months, but I love her. God—I love her so much. She made me feel worthy for happiness; she’s my last bits of sunshine and my last hope. Is it really wrong for me to love? Must all people that I love die? Is this my punishment?
She coughed for more this time, and I brought her closer, rocking her body gently. “It’s going to be okay.” Really now, Gabe? You know you’re lying to her—and yourself.“Don’t die, please—“ I’m being so selfish, but how can you not be when the person that you love so much is dying in your arms?
“But love...” Arc whispered, and her lips curved a smile once more. I still don’t understand how can she still manage to look at her best when she’s in her worst. “I get to feel your warmth, and I get to see your face one last time. I’ll die a happy death.” No, don’t say that— I shook my head, unable to speak my thoughts. I squeezed her cold hand tighter, and I could feel her soul slipping. God—Father, give us more time, please. She sucked some air harshly, and asked me a question; and it was painful for me to answer. “Will I go to Heaven?”
“Most definitely.” My reply came with a hoarse voice, “You have a beautiful soul.” I don’t remember how many times I’ve said that to her, but I do remember that she would always refuse to that fact whenever I say that. My little black angel—purer than humans, and way more innocent than angels. “I’m so lucky to have you, Arc.” And as always, she smiled in a sheepish manner.
Arc shut her eyes as her breathing slowed, and I could feel her grip turning weaker and weaker each second. “Arc—“ “I’m sleepy.” She cut my words, hazel eyes looking at me in exhaustion. Her smile has faded slightly, and it looked like her time has came near.
“Give me a goodnight kiss?”
I couldn’t stop my tears from falling; I knew she actually meant ‘goodbye’ instead of ‘goodnight.’ She knew that she’s dying, and it hurts. It hurts so much; it feels as if someone is ripping my heart apart. I could practically hear her voice when she asked for a kiss for the very first time, her cute little laugh. It will haunt me for the rest of my life.
“This is… my last wish…”
“No—“ I choked, pressing my forehead close to her’s. “This will not be your last wish, or your last kiss—“ But she had wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer and sealed my lips with hers deeply. This kiss felt different than our other kisses. It’s not the short pecks we give to each other when we’re bored, or brief kisses when word ‘I love you’ are not enough for us. It’s nothing like our lusty kisses either; it’s just my lips pressed against hers, and the kiss tasted salty, unlike most of the time where our kisses tastes like cherry. (Because Arc eats a lot of cherry and her lip-gloss tastes like cherry.)
Eventually she stopped returning the kiss, her arms went limp before it fell to the ground, and her head tips backwards. I pulled away from the kiss, brushing her hair away from her face once more—one last time. Tears were covering my sight, and the pain in my chest multiplied. I buried my face on the crook of her neck as my sobs became louder, pressing soft kisses on her skin while mumbling;
“You took her back.” “…” “You do know that’s not allowed.”
“Forgive me.”
“Forgiveness will not be given this time.”
A girl woke up from her slumber in the park, adorned with a white Victorian dress. Thankfully, there was no one around to see her; otherwise they’d thought that she had gone crazy. Who would went out in such attire in a late night? And let’s not forget how unfriendly the weather has been, especially tonight. She seemed confused, and deadly tired. Her breathing was ragged and heavy, and keeping her eyes open seems to be a hard task for her.
That girl is Kai, or in the current state she’s in, Arctura. The sole heir to the Kingdom of Floreco—the damned princess. She could barely remember anything, but she does know what has happened. Lucifer has condemned her and punished her with the utmost punishment. No longer an immortal, but not exactly human. What human would survive to her 400s? Barely alive, but not dead. At least, not yet.
She stood up, smoothing out her dress while she coughed lightly. Her cellphone fell to the ground, and she was quite surprised to find that object with her. Nevertheless, Arc picked the object, and stared at it for a moment. She knew that she’s dying, and she will have to leave some people behind. The princess regretted having been acquainted with few people, it made her life easier, but she never thought she would have to bid them farewell. With aching body, Arc scrolled through her contacts, sending them short goodbye messages while she tries to fight back her tears. She was almost done with those when she received a reply almost immediately, from Zophiel,
[Text]: Wait what do you mean ‘let’s meet in another life’?
[Text]: Kai don’t you dare tell me you’re about to do what I think you’re about to do.
[Text]: Kai?
[Text]: Kai
[Text]: Kai please…
It was painful, especially when the man had promised her that he’d be there for her, and now she’s dying. Her death was partially her fault, too. She promised Zophiel that she wouldn’t do something crazy, and she did. She broke her promise. With glassy eyes, Arc typed a reply, lips trembling and mumbling, “I’m sorry” repeatedly as if she’s chanting.
[ text ] We’ll meet again in the next life, I promise.
[ text ] Goodbye, phiel. I love you.
She sent the message and sent more goodbyes to several other people. Her hazel eyes stares at a certain contact, and she bit her lips to prevent more tears from coming. Him—Arc’s only beloved, her angel, her salvation. The only person who knew the whole truth about her. At that moment, she hated herself for being a human, she hated the fact that she’s going to die soon. She promised eternity to him, and she broke it. She broke a lot of promises tonight, and possibly broke a lot of hearts too.
Apology might not be accepted if she merely sends him a text message, or a phone call, but she’s walking on a rope right now. She could die anytime, and she’s powerless. Kai is now Arctura, a human who’s holding on for a reason. However unlike the last time, Arc is holding on for someone, for love. She’s not out for revenge.
Arc wiped her tears, and grips her cellphone harder. It’s vibrating endlessly, and it made each step became harder for her. In between those vibrations, there were calls, and she couldn’t bring herself to pick up her phone, or to just look at the screen. She felt guilty, so guilty that she could feel her legs and the tip of her fingers going numb from it.
The princess threw her cellphone to the trashcan, ignoring the endless vibration as she walked away. Her torn white dress swayed as she walked against the wind’s direction. The usual night chill that has never bothered her felt foreign against her skin, and it feels as if someone has been prickling her skin with sharp tiny needles. Her breathing became heavier, and she’s tired. All she wants to do right now is to lay down and sleep, but she knew she can’t—Not yet.
“I did nothing wrong!” The girl sobbed, hazel orbs stares at Kai pleadingly. “Please—My parents would be so worried!”
At her words, Kai glanced, crimson irises bears nothing as she stares at the petite girl. Carrying her soul to damnation felt wrong for Kai. The princess knew that this girl was just another victim of envy, and she knew exactly how it feels to be in her place. Kai sighed, her perfect working façade cracked slightly as she frowned, though she refused to speak.
She immediately threw her gaze away from the sobbing girl, looking straight ahead at the Gates of Hell’s silhouette that seems to come closer to them. Her thin hands wrapped around the wooden oar, rowing the boat as slow as she could. Kai wondered if she should’ve said something to her, or maybe it’s best to be quiet—like she has always did. The princess knew better to not let her mask fall, especially when she’s ‘working.’ She sighed, and continues to ponder when a voice pops out of nowhere. “It’s okay, you’re not the only one.”
Kai clucked her tongue, furrowing her eyebrows. She knew whom that voice belongs to. The figure of a well-dressed man that sat behind the girl was the cause of the princess’ annoyance, though she tried to not let him bother her. Her grip around the oar tightened, and she rowed the boat slightly harsher this time. Kai squinted her eyes at the fellow demon before she proceeds to ignore the two of them.
“You know, a long time ago, there was a girl who held a great status.” The demon fixes his position, yellow eyes glancing between the girl and Kai while he began to tell his story. “Her father did not like this status, he killed her for that reason.” She could hear a gasp emitting from the girl’s lips, and Kai had stopped rowing the boat. Her black dress swayed gently from the sudden gust of wind that went past the three of them. “Azazel,” the princess addressed the yellow-eyed demon, voice laced with venom. “Leave.”
Azazel laughed, yellow irises stares at Kai’s crimson ones in the most disturbing way it could. “What’s the matter, princess?” He stands up, and Kai squinted, tempted to throw her flames at the other. “Did my tale bother you?” Azazel is now standing right in front of Kai, arms spread, and tooth displayed as a form of grin. “Oh, I forgot, it’s—“
“Leave!” Kai’s mask cracked in a second, and the girl seems to be frightened by the other’s sudden change. “The sir did not command you to accompany me, did he not?” The princess grunts, rowing the boat once more while attempting to ignore the presence of the fellow demon. Azazel cackled at this, though. He finds Kai’s reaction endearing.
"If I were you, I’d turn the boat around—Oh wait, you can’t do that, you’re—“
Kai glared and scoffed, then she began row the boat the other way around. She’d probably regret this decision, but then again, she has nothing to regret, or to lose, anyway.
"You know what’ll happen if you upset me, cupcake? I’d probably end up throwing you against the couch, dump the movie and make you scream my name until South Korea in whole will tell you to keep it quiet."
"Hey hey, who wants to watch a really heart breaking movie with me and see how badly I ruin it with my sexual remarks? I’m doing an experiment to check how long will it take someone to want to hit me."
