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OOC Note: Changing Blogs!
Hey guys, I created a new tumblr account so you wonât have to deal with my two OOC and IC blogs, itâll all be in a single one.The URL is the same, to make it easy.Â
So, if anyone is interested, follow my new blog: wildblades.tumblr.com/
Truth - Besides pillow fights while in the nude, what else do you like to do for fun?
âI donât know, I donât really think thereâs much better than nude pillow fightsâŚ. BUT, I do enjoy being on my own as strange as that sounds.â Her shoulders lift in a light shrug, a wide smile spreading on her face to flash her pearly whites. âHave you ever sat on the small island in the North Sea with nothing but the sound of the ocean and the stars above you? Itâs quite magnificent really⌠On the other hand, I do enjoy travelling.. I love adventures.â
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"Being on your own isn't strange at all. How's that saying go? 'If you can't stand to be alone, then you're in bad company.' That's how I view it. As for the small island of the North Sea?" The rogue pursed his lips thoughtfully, then shook his head sadly. "Swaying to the sounds of the ocean, bathing in the moonlight, and pointing out the constellations... Sounds like something I should experience." After a moment he was able snap himself out of the daydream. "Adventures..." He said distantly. Then his voice turned coy, "Tell me Kali, what do you know of adventures?"
â - Fen (aka, Wildblades)
Fen blinked himself awake, trying to focus intently on his surroundings. The bed feltâŚwrongâŚas if the mattress wasnât shaped to his body, like he was sleeping in someone elseâs bed. He glanced about, the surrounding room had his eye snapping open. He âwas- sleeping in someone elseâs bed in someone elseâs room.
âWhat the fuckâŚâ he muttered, drawing a hand to his head in an effort to regale the previous evening. Did he have too much to drink? Did some harlot of the Row draw him to her home and apparently her bedroom. He ran his fingers across the stubble of his chin and paused. Something felt wrong, very wrong. His face didnât âfeel- like his face. In fact the entire body, he noted as he tossed the covers to one side, wasnât is. âWhat the FUCKâ
 The voice that came out wasnât his either. It would have distressed him enough but the fact that he recognized the voice cause him to almost flail his arms wildly.Â
Then a faint groan escaped the lips of another presence and it was then that Fen realized he wasnât alone. His eyes turned slowly towards the slender form at his side and then down at the curled digits across his chest. âOh noâŚâ he whispered as a pair of familiar looking eyes were eyeing him. âNoâŚnonononoâŚâ he said, squeezing his eyes shut again trying to will everything back to the way it was.
âWhatâs the matter?â The voice, HER voice saidâŚa slight edge to it, one that he knew but NOT in this context. She reached out drawing her hand to his chin, tilting it slightly so that her lips would brush against his. It was then that he flailed. His arms flew about so wildly that he fell from the bed. The woman shrunk back and glared at him, moreso in confusion.
âWhat is âwrong- with you?â Fen didnât listen. âI have to go..I have to goâŚwhere are my pants. WHERE ARE MY PANTS! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.â His voice moved both extremes: a silent whisper to an elongated yell. âIâm in his bodyâŚgods why is this happening. Why do I smell funnyâŚwhat the fuck is this mark.â
He poked and prodded and then paced several times, muttering to himself. It was then that his âbedmateâ had risen to her feet, the coverings falling away to expose her nude form. The sight drew Fenâs attentionâŚand then had him leaping backwards into the wall. Several picture frames fell from the wall and crashed into the ground.
Taking a few steps towards him she drew a faint frown. âWhat is going o-â
She was cut off as the nude form that Fen had inhabited was now under his control. And he was controlling it to run as far, far away from the situation at hand. The door did not open and close quick enough for him as he bolted out of the room and down the hallway.
He didnât even care that he was still naked as he threw the door open and took off down the streets, drawing more then a few curious stares. Â All they could hear was the man shouting:
âAAAAAALLLLLLAAAAASTIIIICUUUUUSSSSSâ
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Lawls...
X my muse doesnât remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.
((Disclaimer: Mentioning of blood and violence. Some mild graphic detail.)) Who would have thought that the light from a single candle could hurt your eyes so much? Even after blinking them several times, the light was still too bright, so I kept them closed. My head ached, my hands and arms pulsed with waves of pain. Where was I? I don't even know. I attempted to open my eyes again, but that damned light. Was that the taste of blood in my mouth? My arms and legs were still able to move, so I was not bound, at least, not as far as I could tell at this point. I was sitting on something, something hard. A chair? Yes, it was a chair. I can feel the backing and arms of it now. After wave of pain flooded me, this time from my hands after I tried to grip the armchair's railings. Not my hands, not really, no it was more my knuckles. I'm sure of it now. There was a smell, what was that smell? I know it. The light seemed dimmer now, they didn't bother my eyes near as much when I opened them again to see that single candle in front of me. It sat on an end table, three yards away. Turning my head now, I looked around the room. I didn't know it. It was not familiar to me. My knuckles, looking at them I could see why they hurt. The skin from each one was gone. Blood caked them, all the way up my arms and even had some splatter on my shirt. What the hell had I been doing? Punching a stone wall? Fuck, is one of my hand broken? Such pain from my right one. Need to get up. Need to get up. Need to get up and get the hell out of here. Find someplace I know. Someplace safe. The sounds of popping came from my legs as I moved them, but I did not let that stop me. Pushing my hands against the chair's arms, I was able to finally get to my feet. But hell, it hurt. The banging in my head grew more prevalent as I stood. I had a better vantage of the room now. It was a windowless workshop of some kind. An island table with numerous tools sat in the middle. A trash bin off to the side. Papers on the walls, blue prints of some sort. There, there at the far end. That was my way out, a door. The only way out. I stepped towards it, but my foot hit something soft. Pushing, I looked down. Horror filled me at the sight. It was a body. A female form, judging from the dark outline. Taking a side step, I was able to take the candle from the small table and hold it up for closer inspection. I didn't want to see it. I did not wish to see such a thing, not again, never ever again. But I forced myself to. She was clothed, but some of it was tore here and there. Bruising through some of those rips. The face was the worse. Swollen eye an jaw. Dried blood at the corner of her lip. Her hair was red. Wait. I know only of like⌠One red haired girl⌠and she was about this size. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Falling to my knees, I reached to her neck with one hand, the other palming for her wrist. She had to be- she had to be still alive. I waited, moved my fingers around then waited some more. There! There it was! A soft pulse still. I nearly cried out with joy, but couldn't⌠Not while looking at her like this. "What did they do to you?" Her nails were bloody, I could see skin wedge under a few of them. I held the light closer, then nearly dropped it. My eyes glued to my arms. Were those scratch marks? My eyes went wide with shock, then fear, tremendous fear. Did I? I couldn't have⌠I would have never⌠But⌠There was no one else around. She as on the floor, I was sitting in that chair. My knuckles, these marks on my arms. Oh, gods⌠Oh, godsâŚ. Leaning over her form now, I was careful not to put much weight on her. Tears were freely flowing from my eyes now, soaking her hair. "I'm so sorry.. I⌠Gods no-" My voice cut off. I carefully cradled the small woman into my arms, holding her close to me now as I shook. I don't remember anything. Could I have done this? Was it really within me to do such a thing to one of the closest people I had to an actual friend? Was I such a monster? "Klo, I'm so sorry..."
â my muse drunk dials your muse
My fingers drummed over the tabletop in rapid succession as my boot tapped on the rough floorboards to a soundless beat. Tendrokos was sitting across from me, watching with a mischievous smile. "You know you want to do it." I returned his smile with one of my own, eyes snapping to the far end of the room. "Don't be a wimp." Taunting like that typically didn't bother me much. But this night was different. My fingers stilled their drumming and gripped a bottle to hold it up to my lips, then put it back down quickly. There were a few bottles on the table now, more empty than full, signaling that it was a good night. Standing to my feet, I walked over to the payphone. With Ten's laughter and encouragement behind me, I shoved a few coins in and dialed a number. As it rang, I turned around to face Ten with a "ShhhâŚ." He stilled some, drowning his chuckles with another gulp from his ale. Three rings, four rings, five rings. I was starting to think about giving up, when finally on the eighth ring someone picked up. "âŚ'ello?" A slurred voice answered. I cleared my voice, then held the phone up, "Why yes, is this the prestigious High Lord Nikkitah Blightheart?" The silence on the other end lasted a few seconds, but was quickly broken by a grunt. "It's four o'clock in the fucking morning. Who the hell are you and why are you calling me at this hour?" "Well, you see my High Lord, this is Goblin's Pizzeria. I'm friend must have wrote down the wrong time zone⌠I do apologize for that. But I'll make this quick. You see, you're the winner of our grand prize!" The voice shifted into a more confused tone, "Huh, what?" "Yes, -you- my good Sir, have won a life time of free pizza from the Goblin Pizzeria! You're being sent a dozen free extra larges right now. They're already on the way. Along with⌠A pizza brownie. Triple chocolate!" "Listen here, I did not enter any-" "The winner was selected randomly my High Lord, perhaps a fan of yours entered you in without your knowledge. Either way, ENJOY THE PIZZA!" -click- Ten burst into laughter as I dialed second number. "Goblin Pizzeria, you buy'em we'll supply'em," said a goblinly voice. "Ah, yes⌠I'd like to order- twenty -extra large, fully loaded⌠Oh, and a pizza brownie." "Alright, that's twenty extra large and brownie, that all?" "Yes," I replied cockily. "That'll be five hundred golds, debit or credit?" "Oh, I'll pay when you deliver it," I said, then gave the address to Nikkitah's place. "Oh, and I'll tip you an extra hundred if you deliver it within the hour." "Alright right! I've got my man already out the door!" -click- Ten fell from his chair, rolling on the floor now. "Can you imagine⌠the look on his face when he gets that deliver?" "Oh, yes⌠yes I can," I replied amusingly.
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Ă your muse walks in on my muse naked
You know one of the worst feelings to have? Its when its four in the morning, youâre drunk standing in front of your door, and youâve lost your keys.âSee Fen, this is why we donât get drunk,â I said as I searched my pockets and satchel for the tenth time. Echoes of the loud music from the club was still pounding within head. I could even feel the vibrations from the bandâs drums pulsing through my limbs. Perhaps the smoke of the club was more than just tobacco?With regrets of allowing Alla to talk me into going out for drinks tonight at the forefront, I jiggled the doorknob with no success. My head banged lightly against the door as I signed, it turned into a yawn. âWait a momentâŚâMy frantic fingers dug into the side of my boot, slipping into a hidden sewn pocket there and pulled out my thieving tools. âIâm an idiot.âIt didnât take me but few seconds and I had the door open. The darkness within was welcoming, so I decided against lights. Donât think my eyes could take anything bright at the moment. Pulling the shoulder strap of my satchel off, I dumped it next to the door as I closed it behind me.As I stumbled towards my bed, I began peeling off my shirt and tossing it off to the side somewhere. Typically Iâd be more methodical about undressing, but with the way my body was screaming at me, I just wanted to crawl into bed and forget about the world for a few days.The bed felt nice as I sat on it, but bending down to untie my boots was hell. After a few grunts, I was able to pull the cursed things off. I somehow was able to make it back to my feet, my fingers moving over the buttons of my pants, but just as they dropped, the room was filled suddenly with a burning light.âWhat in the hell?â I dropped my head, letting my hair fall forwards to help shield my eyes.âFen?â said a very feminine voice.That gave me pause. I rubbed at my eyes until I could vaguely make out the room. Something was off here, more than the random voice. Before I could think much more on it, the voice spoke again. âFen, what are you doing here? And⌠Oh myâŚâBlinking helped, and I was able to focus a bit more. I looked at the woman, and I recognized her. âKali? What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?âHer eyes trailed from my face down a bit where they then stopped and went even wider. What was she smiling about? Thatâs when I remembered I wasnât wearing anything.Well, too late to hide anything now. So I just stood there, working to appear unfazed by her stare. âKali, what are you doing in my apartment?âHer face blushed red and she quickly snapped her head back up to my face then looked off to the side. âUmm⌠Well⌠Fen⌠UmmâŚâWorking to push my headache aside, I arched an eyebrow at the girl, putting my hands on my hips to emphasize my displeasure while waiting for her to find her tongue.âAhh, well⌠Fen⌠You see⌠This isnât your apartment.â She bit her lower lip nervously for moment. âFen⌠This is my apartment.âI just stood there, unmoving. Finally I turned my head to look around to find⌠that she was right. This wasnât my place. Well, fuck. After pushing the hair away from my face, I studied Kali. âFuck it,â I muttered to myself as I shook my head and climbed into the bed, making sure to pull the covers over my naked body.âLong night. Turn off the damn lights.â
She covers her face with her hand, shaking her head. âUgh⌠Why is it always me..â She turns the lights back off, moving to crawl into the bed as well⌠Hey, itâs her bed.. She takes off the white slip she had on after getting under the covers and then pushes her feet out to shove him out of the bed. âGoodnight!~â she giggles, wrapping herself up in the blankets an tossing a pillow over the side to him.
( wildblades )
Face planting onto the floor isnât the best way Iâve woken up, but it was pretty effective.
Just as I moved to get up, a pillow smacked me in the head. âHey!â My complaint was met with -giggles- of all things. After reminding myself that this wasnât my apartment and also that Kali was -technically- a âfriend,â I was able to push violent thoughts away. But just barely.
"Didnât even give me a blanketâŚ" I muttered as I tossed the pillow back at her. It took me a minute to gather my things and make my way to the door to leave, not even bothering to dress first.
"Fen⌠You might want your pants firstâŚ" She holds the pants he forgot on the opposite side of the bed above her lap as she holds the sheet with her other hand to cover herself. She smiles softly, shaking her head. "Oh come on, itâs late.." She sort of rolls up one of her tens of blankets into a line in the middle. "Come, now we wonât touch or anything.. Itâs fine I was just teasing." She tosses his pants lazily into the floor at the end of the bed. "But if you donât want to, you should probably -fully- dress before going outside.."
"Huh?" I looked down at the bundle of clothes I had gathered. Did I really leave my pants behind? Looking back I saw she held them in her hand. Guess I did. I moved back to take them from her, but just before I got there, she tossed them onto the floor. Frowning now, I looked from the pants on the floor, then back at her. "You didnât⌠I mean⌠Why couldnât you have just handedâŚ." With a sigh and shake of my head, I dropped what I held and -jumped- onto the bed yelling "PILLOW FIGHT!" Have you ever seen a rogue slice an dice with blades? Well, imagine that here, but instead of knives, think pillowsâŚ. And me naked. Yeah. It was going to be a mutilation with designer pillows. Feather guts will fly high this night.
She blinks, frowning up at him as she threw them at just the wrong time. âOh⌠Whoops, sorry Fe-âŚâ Her body stiffened as she was smacked sideways across the face with a pillow. After she registered his shout she pulled the sheet over her head, squealing. âFen! Not the pillows! Not the pillows!â She giggles happily as she hid under the sheet. She managed to sneak one under with her and then pull the sheet down to try and smack him back, accidentally hitting him straight in the groin. She waits a moment, watching his face. Hey, itâs just a pillow right? A loud giggle fills the apartment as she and him both scurry around on the bed, nude, whacking each other with no mercy until the pillows burst and feathers fly everywhere. âGreat.. Now you owe me new pillows..â Her grin was wide as she stared back up at him, completely forgetting they didnât even have clothes on.
Big, fluffy white feathers drifted slowly around the room. âSo this is that itâs like inside a snow globe,â I said with a soft smile. Looking back at her It slowly dawned on me that we were both without clothing. I pulled my eyes back up to her face and snapped closed my open mouth, I then said the most brilliant of things. âUmmâŚâ
Quickly I turned away to search for my pants. Luckily enough, I think I was able to find and tug them on before she saw it.
"I owe -you- new pillows? You smacked me in the balls!" I said with an accusing look. Sure she hit me in the crown jewels, but not full on, thank the gods.
"If anything, you owe me." I looked at the bed, which reminded me how tired I was. Without another word, I crashed into the feather covered mattress with thoughts of sleep.
She reached up tapped the tip of his nose after his extremely intellectual response to seeing her nude. âRelax. Itâs just natural, jeez.â She giggles softly, rolling her eyes at his comment. âItâs not like I can owe you a new set of testicles Fen, but fine. Letâs just calll it even.â As he flopped back onto the bed she balled up her fist, rubbing at her eye. âmm⌠good idea..â She fell down onto the bed as well next to him, yawning as she pulled the sheet over herself and snuggled up with the blanket. âNight Fen..â
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Ă your muse walks in on my muse naked
You know one of the worst feelings to have? Its when its four in the morning, youâre drunk standing in front of your door, and youâve lost your keys.âSee Fen, this is why we donât get drunk,â I said as I searched my pockets and satchel for the tenth time. Echoes of the loud music from the club was still pounding within head. I could even feel the vibrations from the bandâs drums pulsing through my limbs. Perhaps the smoke of the club was more than just tobacco?With regrets of allowing Alla to talk me into going out for drinks tonight at the forefront, I jiggled the doorknob with no success. My head banged lightly against the door as I signed, it turned into a yawn. âWait a momentâŚâMy frantic fingers dug into the side of my boot, slipping into a hidden sewn pocket there and pulled out my thieving tools. âIâm an idiot.âIt didnât take me but few seconds and I had the door open. The darkness within was welcoming, so I decided against lights. Donât think my eyes could take anything bright at the moment. Pulling the shoulder strap of my satchel off, I dumped it next to the door as I closed it behind me.As I stumbled towards my bed, I began peeling off my shirt and tossing it off to the side somewhere. Typically Iâd be more methodical about undressing, but with the way my body was screaming at me, I just wanted to crawl into bed and forget about the world for a few days.The bed felt nice as I sat on it, but bending down to untie my boots was hell. After a few grunts, I was able to pull the cursed things off. I somehow was able to make it back to my feet, my fingers moving over the buttons of my pants, but just as they dropped, the room was filled suddenly with a burning light.âWhat in the hell?â I dropped my head, letting my hair fall forwards to help shield my eyes.âFen?â said a very feminine voice.That gave me pause. I rubbed at my eyes until I could vaguely make out the room. Something was off here, more than the random voice. Before I could think much more on it, the voice spoke again. âFen, what are you doing here? And⌠Oh myâŚâBlinking helped, and I was able to focus a bit more. I looked at the woman, and I recognized her. âKali? What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?âHer eyes trailed from my face down a bit where they then stopped and went even wider. What was she smiling about? Thatâs when I remembered I wasnât wearing anything.Well, too late to hide anything now. So I just stood there, working to appear unfazed by her stare. âKali, what are you doing in my apartment?âHer face blushed red and she quickly snapped her head back up to my face then looked off to the side. âUmm⌠Well⌠Fen⌠UmmâŚâWorking to push my headache aside, I arched an eyebrow at the girl, putting my hands on my hips to emphasize my displeasure while waiting for her to find her tongue.âAhh, well⌠Fen⌠You see⌠This isnât your apartment.â She bit her lower lip nervously for moment. âFen⌠This is my apartment.âI just stood there, unmoving. Finally I turned my head to look around to find⌠that she was right. This wasnât my place. Well, fuck. After pushing the hair away from my face, I studied Kali. âFuck it,â I muttered to myself as I shook my head and climbed into the bed, making sure to pull the covers over my naked body.âLong night. Turn off the damn lights.â
She covers her face with her hand, shaking her head. âUgh⌠Why is it always me..â She turns the lights back off, moving to crawl into the bed as well⌠Hey, itâs her bed.. She takes off the white slip she had on after getting under the covers and then pushes her feet out to shove him out of the bed. âGoodnight!~â she giggles, wrapping herself up in the blankets an tossing a pillow over the side to him.
( wildblades )
Face planting onto the floor isnât the best way Iâve woken up, but it was pretty effective.
Just as I moved to get up, a pillow smacked me in the head. âHey!â My complaint was met with -giggles- of all things. After reminding myself that this wasnât my apartment and also that Kali was -technically- a âfriend,â I was able to push violent thoughts away. But just barely.
"Didnât even give me a blanketâŚ" I muttered as I tossed the pillow back at her. It took me a minute to gather my things and make my way to the door to leave, not even bothering to dress first.
"Fen⌠You might want your pants firstâŚ" She holds the pants he forgot on the opposite side of the bed above her lap as she holds the sheet with her other hand to cover herself. She smiles softly, shaking her head. "Oh come on, itâs late.." She sort of rolls up one of her tens of blankets into a line in the middle. "Come, now we wonât touch or anything.. Itâs fine I was just teasing." She tosses his pants lazily into the floor at the end of the bed. "But if you donât want to, you should probably -fully- dress before going outside.."
"Huh?" I looked down at the bundle of clothes I had gathered. Did I really leave my pants behind? Looking back I saw she held them in her hand. Guess I did. I moved back to take them from her, but just before I got there, she tossed them onto the floor. Frowning now, I looked from the pants on the floor, then back at her. "You didnât⌠I mean⌠Why couldnât you have just handedâŚ." With a sigh and shake of my head, I dropped what I held and -jumped- onto the bed yelling "PILLOW FIGHT!" Have you ever seen a rogue slice an dice with blades? Well, imagine that here, but instead of knives, think pillowsâŚ. And me naked. Yeah. It was going to be a mutilation with designer pillows. Feather guts will fly high this night.
She blinks, frowning up at him as she threw them at just the wrong time. âOh⌠Whoops, sorry Fe-âŚâ Her body stiffened as she was smacked sideways across the face with a pillow. After she registered his shout she pulled the sheet over her head, squealing. âFen! Not the pillows! Not the pillows!â She giggles happily as she hid under the sheet. She managed to sneak one under with her and then pull the sheet down to try and smack him back, accidentally hitting him straight in the groin. She waits a moment, watching his face. Hey, itâs just a pillow right? A loud giggle fills the apartment as she and him both scurry around on the bed, nude, whacking each other with no mercy until the pillows burst and feathers fly everywhere. âGreat.. Now you owe me new pillows..â Her grin was wide as she stared back up at him, completely forgetting they didnât even have clothes on.
Big, fluffy white feathers drifted slowly around the room. "So this is that it's like inside a snow globe," I said with a soft smile. Looking back at her It slowly dawned on me that we were both without clothing. I pulled my eyes back up to her face and snapped closed my open mouth, I then said the most brilliant of things. "Umm..."
Quickly I turned away to search for my pants. Luckily enough, I think I was able to find and tug them on before she saw it.
"I owe -you- new pillows? You smacked me in the balls!" I said with an accusing look. Sure she hit me in the crown jewels, but not full on, thank the gods.
"If anything, you owe me." I looked at the bed, which reminded me how tired I was. Without another word, I crashed into the feather covered mattress with thoughts of sleep.
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Ă your muse walks in on my muse naked
You know one of the worst feelings to have? Its when its four in the morning, youâre drunk standing in front of your door, and youâve lost your keys.âSee Fen, this is why we donât get drunk,â I said as I searched my pockets and satchel for the tenth time. Echoes of the loud music from the club was still pounding within head. I could even feel the vibrations from the bandâs drums pulsing through my limbs. Perhaps the smoke of the club was more than just tobacco?With regrets of allowing Alla to talk me into going out for drinks tonight at the forefront, I jiggled the doorknob with no success. My head banged lightly against the door as I signed, it turned into a yawn. âWait a momentâŚâMy frantic fingers dug into the side of my boot, slipping into a hidden sewn pocket there and pulled out my thieving tools. âIâm an idiot.âIt didnât take me but few seconds and I had the door open. The darkness within was welcoming, so I decided against lights. Donât think my eyes could take anything bright at the moment. Pulling the shoulder strap of my satchel off, I dumped it next to the door as I closed it behind me.As I stumbled towards my bed, I began peeling off my shirt and tossing it off to the side somewhere. Typically Iâd be more methodical about undressing, but with the way my body was screaming at me, I just wanted to crawl into bed and forget about the world for a few days.The bed felt nice as I sat on it, but bending down to untie my boots was hell. After a few grunts, I was able to pull the cursed things off. I somehow was able to make it back to my feet, my fingers moving over the buttons of my pants, but just as they dropped, the room was filled suddenly with a burning light.âWhat in the hell?â I dropped my head, letting my hair fall forwards to help shield my eyes.âFen?â said a very feminine voice.That gave me pause. I rubbed at my eyes until I could vaguely make out the room. Something was off here, more than the random voice. Before I could think much more on it, the voice spoke again. âFen, what are you doing here? And⌠Oh myâŚâBlinking helped, and I was able to focus a bit more. I looked at the woman, and I recognized her. âKali? What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?âHer eyes trailed from my face down a bit where they then stopped and went even wider. What was she smiling about? Thatâs when I remembered I wasnât wearing anything.Well, too late to hide anything now. So I just stood there, working to appear unfazed by her stare. âKali, what are you doing in my apartment?âHer face blushed red and she quickly snapped her head back up to my face then looked off to the side. âUmm⌠Well⌠Fen⌠UmmâŚâWorking to push my headache aside, I arched an eyebrow at the girl, putting my hands on my hips to emphasize my displeasure while waiting for her to find her tongue.âAhh, well⌠Fen⌠You see⌠This isnât your apartment.â She bit her lower lip nervously for moment. âFen⌠This is my apartment.âI just stood there, unmoving. Finally I turned my head to look around to find⌠that she was right. This wasnât my place. Well, fuck. After pushing the hair away from my face, I studied Kali. âFuck it,â I muttered to myself as I shook my head and climbed into the bed, making sure to pull the covers over my naked body.âLong night. Turn off the damn lights.â
She covers her face with her hand, shaking her head. âUgh⌠Why is it always me..â She turns the lights back off, moving to crawl into the bed as well⌠Hey, itâs her bed.. She takes off the white slip she had on after getting under the covers and then pushes her feet out to shove him out of the bed. âGoodnight!~â she giggles, wrapping herself up in the blankets an tossing a pillow over the side to him.
( wildblades )
Face planting onto the floor isnât the best way Iâve woken up, but it was pretty effective.
Just as I moved to get up, a pillow smacked me in the head. âHey!â My complaint was met with -giggles- of all things. After reminding myself that this wasnât my apartment and also that Kali was -technically- a âfriend,â I was able to push violent thoughts away. But just barely.
"Didnât even give me a blanketâŚ" I muttered as I tossed the pillow back at her. It took me a minute to gather my things and make my way to the door to leave, not even bothering to dress first.
"Fen⌠You might want your pants firstâŚ" She holds the pants he forgot on the opposite side of the bed above her lap as she holds the sheet with her other hand to cover herself. She smiles softly, shaking her head. "Oh come on, itâs late.." She sort of rolls up one of her tens of blankets into a line in the middle. "Come, now we wonât touch or anything.. Itâs fine I was just teasing." She tosses his pants lazily into the floor at the end of the bed. "But if you donât want to, you should probably -fully- dress before going outside.."
"Huh?" I looked down at the bundle of clothes I had gathered. Did I really leave my pants behind? Looking back I saw she held them in her hand. Guess I did. I moved back to take them from her, but just before I got there, she tossed them onto the floor. Frowning now, I looked from the pants on the floor, then back at her. "You didn't⌠I mean⌠Why couldn't you have just handedâŚ." With a sigh and shake of my head, I dropped what I held and -jumped- onto the bed yelling "PILLOW FIGHT!" Have you ever seen a rogue slice an dice with blades? Well, imagine that here, but instead of knives, think pillowsâŚ. And me naked. Yeah. It was going to be a mutilation with designer pillows. Feather guts will fly high this night.
âYou never really know your friends from your enemies until the ice breaks.â
Eskimo Proverb (via quotestuff)
If you are lonely when youâre alone, you are in bad company.
Jean-Paul Sartre (via stormos)
âI write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.â
Franz Kafka (via quotestuff)
â - Fen (aka, Wildblades)
(Â My museâs reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised. TW: blood and violence. )
To say that ghosting about the Row was advantageous would be an overstatement. Often, Fisaliâs traversing the shadows bore no fruit. Things werenât like they used to be. There were no whispers worth remembering anymore. Either the real substance was being dealt in secret, or Silvermoon had become substantially more empty-headed over the last year.
That wasnât to say, though, that it wasnât interesting, or that it didnât have its consequences.
Todayâs was particularly nauseating.Â
It wasnât like she hadnât seen Fen in bad shape before. There had been more than one occasion during the several months they spent together where she had patched him up after an argument gone south. It had never been quite like this, though. He was lying on his back, near the post he always stood by, helm missing and armor nearly falling apart.
She crept closer to get a better look, and the gruesome sight made her brows twitch. Surely this hadnât been the work of just one. His breath was wheezy and ragged as he drifted in and out of some semblance of consciousness. Some of the skin on his face and neck that had been spared of bruises were instead tainted with blood and speckled with dirt. His left eye was swollen with a dark bag underneath, and the right side of his lower lip was entirely too red and too large. Although it was near its breaking point, his armor appeared to be intact, and she assumed that the bruises continued but the cuts did not.
Fisali knew that when she removed herself from the shadows, her expression was entirely too predatory. The first thoughts that came to mind were painfully obvious. Her shoulders trembled faintly and her lips parted as she imagined ending it, lettings her daggers say all of the words sheâd wanted to say for so long now until he was an unrecognizable pile. For a moment all of the aggression and feelings of betrayal that festered in her months ago came back to life, and the sudden shift in dynamic was dangerously enticing. The corners of her lips almost twitched at the notion, and her widened owl eyes watched as he opened and closed his mouth in frantic attempts to speak to her.
Had it been another mark, that panicked croaking would have either been infuriating or invigorating. With him, though, it was entirely different, and brought another old feeling back from before, snapping her out of her macabre reverie. It served as a reminder of something she had come to terms with for a while now, and she sighed softly, her posture hinting at faint slumps of defeat. Her malicious intent seemed to disappear from her features entirely and she slowly shook her head, some stray locks of snowy white hair spilling over her shoulders. She sat crouched like that for a moment, then carefully began to hook her arms underneath his. âAlways a fighter,â she murmured as his battered body tried to struggle. âListen, the more you squirm, the longer itâs gonna take for me to get somewhere where I can fix it.â
He continued using up what little energy remained as she dragged him all the way down towards the mail box, swerving slightly to stop behind the large artificial tree in a shabby attempt to hide him from prying eyes that didnât exist this early in the morning. By the time she had propped him up against the wall, his limbs had gone limp and his eyes had closed.Â
"Are you playing dead?" she asked, trying to comfort herself a little by making light of what was obviously a complete loss of consciousness with no success. Her hands quickly went to work and she set her pack down next to her to rummage through for supplies. The process was meticulous and, oddly enough, mind-numbing. Offhandedly she wondered what she must have looked like, to make him scared like that. Was it really her, or had he just been reduced to his primal instincts after being pummeled into a condition like that? She hadnât seen him scared very many times before. Part of her wanted him to be afraid, after everything heâd said about how weak she was, but part of her didnât, and she couldnât decide why. Everything from that moment gave her enough reason to want to scream "I told you so", but the idea of proving him wrong didnât feel satisfying anymore. She was happy now. She made it back to how it was before, and it felt good. She knew she had regained all of the qualities he fell in love with that crumbled during her lapse and knowing that was enough. Perhaps she didnât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that, she didnât want to hear the "I told you that you would be better off without me" as if anything that had happened was for her. At the same time, she didnât want him to go about the rest of life not realizing what she thought he had missed. She wanted him to know how great she was, how the sly and cunning Fisali was back and even better than before. As it usually was when concerning Fen, she had too many emotions pulling her in different directions all at once.
Before she could follow her train of thought to its conclusion, her hands stopped and she blinked, realizing they had nothing else to do. She took a deep breath and eyed her handiwork, satisfied enough with the job she had done. His eye was bandaged, any cuts and scrapes had been covered and she nursed the bruises with herbs as best as she could after cleaning the blood off his skin. The rest of him still needed tending to, but those were things she couldnât do for him, not anymore. He would survive until she could get him to a proper healerâone he wouldnât be so uncomfortable with when he awoke without his leathers and covered in bandages.
"Now we wait, I guessâŚ" she whispered, pulling a canteen from her pack and moving to sit beside him until he awoke. She drew her slender legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms tightly around them, resting her chin on her knees and staring forward. "I really hate you sometimes, yâknow?" she breathed, her brow furrowing. "But it doesnât last. Ever. Because⌠youâre stupid, and Iâm stupid, and⌠youâre practically the only real weakness I have left, and now here I am talking to myself. Iâm fucking crazy whenever youâre involved, you jackassâŚ"Â
She buried her face in her knees and squeezed her legs until her knuckles became whiter than her skin. âWake up already so I can get away from you.â
âSometimes, not saying anything is the best answer. You see, silence can never be misquotedâ
Cassie Ainsworth, Skins (via ohdreaming)
