#; icasks

[kissedbythedawn]

"Nothing lasts forever."

                                                                                   "I know!"

         It's an outburst. A painful one at that. The princess presses trembling fingers to her lips, trying to bite back the tears, but against her attempts, a few roll down her cheeks. No, if there's anyone that understands that, it's her.

         She still remembers those day when she had been younger, when the halls of the palace had been filled with the sound of a child's laughter. Tiny, childish fingers that had sunk in the gown's soft skirts, lifting them an inch or two of the ground so she could run better, the soft scuffle as she ducked behind a wall.

         Summers spent in that dreadful heat that she missed so much now. But it was all darkened by that ever present realization that nothing in her family was ever truly permanent. Her brother, her mother, her father's death, and she stuck in a sleep that had left such a scar on her, had imprinted itself like a brand on her soul and sank its teeth into her like some sort of savage beast. Those memories still lingered. The nightmares. The waking up late at night, shaking. Yes, she still remembered it all, and she thought she would until the day she died.

         But still, she's on the verge of tears, her fingers clenching tightly together in a fist. "But do you have to leave? M-" She chokes on the word, head turning down slightly, a tear dripping off her cheek. "Mother, please. Please stay. Don't leave me. Not again."

[kissedbythedawn]

"I will not die."

          Silence. It was a heavy sort of thing, that weighed on her shoulders. She's silent for a moment, fingers clasped in her lap, the skirt she wore twisted around her fingers, intertwined around a delicate grip and bare hands. The hold is tight enough to whiten her knuckles. She sighs softly, fingers stretching and releasing, and she reaches for a cloth. If her hands shake a little, who really can blame her.

                                                                                      "Do you really think I'd let you?"

          Her gaze is kind. Sad, but kind. "Here, let me help." And she does just that. Shifts the woman's hands away from the wound and tends it as if she's done that sort of thing her whole life.

[mismanagedmisfits]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

                                                   “My fucking knives.                                                   Hasn’t any ever told you not to ask                                                                { stupid } questions ?”

[kissedbythedawn]

Get down from there right now.

         She's sort of balancing along on the roof. Well, more like crawling. She isn't afraid of heights, but she's certainly aware that if she falls off she'll go crashing painfully to the ground and probably end up with at least one broken bone. She'd rather avoid that. But she has to get the lights up, and she's almost finished anyway. Balancing precariously, she leans forward, fingers stretching, trying to fix that last line of- and then he's yelling at her. She squeaks and nearly falls off, scrambling for a good grip, fingers biting into cold steel as she almost goes over. But she successfully saves herself, and with a bit of exasperation, turns her eyes away from the wayward light to him.

          "I'm just trying to fix a light!" And because he nearly made her fall over, and also partially because she doesn't like being bossed around, she decides to do something decidedly immature but immensely satisfying - she sticks her tongue out at him.

[kissedbythedawn]

red string of fate

68. Our muses are destined to meet in the rain when they are forced to share an umbrella

The rain is so cold that it's soaked itself right through her clothes into her very bones. The place she's been forced to hole up in isn't much comfort at all. The roof is terrible, and that's being kind. It doesn't catch much of the rain. She's realized she's found an umbrella. When was the last time she'd seen one of these? Maybe when she'd been ten and had been sent off to school by her parents, boots and a puffy jacket that was so big it made her waddle partnered along with it.

She doesn't realize she's alone in the little area until a little bundle across from her shifts. For a second, she's tensed, waiting. When it's not a walker, but a boy that sits up, she breathes out a sigh of a relief. She almost wants to curl up herself. She doesn't think he's realized that she's here yet, because she's been still and unmoving, her joints stiff from the cold.

It's what gets her. Her own kindness. "Hey!" She whispers the word, teeth chattering slightly as she glances outside. His head lifts. "Hey, no its okay." Quick assurances, or she might end up with a gun pointed at her. He's only a young boy, but this is a different world, different types of people, and she's had to learn that the hard way. "You look cold. Here, come share the umbrella."

Skepticism is to be expected. But he's cold, just like her. The rain is like ice. With slow movements, she makes her way over to him, sighing softly. Her breath curls in front of her. "I'm Aurora." He doesn't answer. She winces and pulls her legs up to her chest, preserving her warmth. It's a few moments later before she hears him answer.

                                                                                                "Carl."

[kissedbythedawn]

Red String of Fate!

25. Our muses are destined for infamy

She laughed.

              The sound is throaty, deep. Beautiful.

The wind ruffles through her hair, throwing the curls over her shoulder, sending them spilling down her back to dance in the wind behind her. Her blue eyes are wide, almost gleeful. The look is strange on her face. Maybe because of the delicateness of her features, the paleness of her skin. Something so… sinful does not belong in something so flawless.

The woman next to her appears just as strange. Her hair has been tied back in a braid, red vest tight around the contours of her body, lips painted scarlet and curved up in a grin. She plays absently with a blade, the tip pressed into the table between them, elegant fingers twisting it over and over and over again.

"D’ya think they’ll notice us, Belle?" She questions as she leans over. It doesn’t take an answer for her to know. The way the other slowly smiles, amusement twinkling in her eyes. She doesn’t wait for her to be verbalized. Aurora shifts to her feet, skirt swishing around her legs. It’s a scarlet piece that she’s chosen exactly for this - distraction.

It only took a few seconds for her expression to change. When she runs up to the guards, fear in her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, she is a completely different woman. “Oh gods, you have to help me! Please! A man attacked me on the road, he- he killed my escorts! Please! You have to come!”

Not that they had much of a choice. She was already tugging and pulling on one of there hands. They exchanged a look before following her off. Belle watched silently from the table until they disappeared out the door, moving to her feet. Only one guard remained. She could deal with him.

The two met up an hour or so later. Belle’s blade gleamed red with blood, matching the red of her lips, the color of Aurora’s dress. Without question, she held up a handful of glistening jewels. “How much do you think they’ll sell for.”

                   “At least a good five hundred. That’s eating well for several weeks.”

                                   “Good job.”

                            “You too.”

[kissedbythedawn]

[red diamond]

           “You’re very sweet. It's a nice change.”

[kissedbythedawn]

8) ♦

          "You are very... realistic about the world."