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likethelight) wrote2020-12-02 09:33 pm
likethelight) wrote2020-12-02 09:33 pm
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| » Age: ?? » Species: ??? » A5 Card: Open » Seeking: Anything that resembles genuine human affection » Preferences: Questionably heterosexual. I don't mind people who have tried to kill me though. » Interests: Apparently masochism, inhuman displays of acrobatics, clown makeup, stripping people naked, foolhardy stunts, and consuming oddly large quantities of food. » Bio: Because I'm an exorcist, I have no life to speak of that isn't fighting to save souls by destroying them. But even so that life I do have is precious to me because I've lost everything else. Besides, everything seems better after you were sold to the circus! Also, apparently I'm haunted. | ||||||
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This post was 10000% robot-generated. :)
No, he hasn't figured out how to change it yet.
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That's right! I'm willing to show you where I belong. Well...
[A somewhat guilty look will be seen, even if there is a small smile.]
It's more the place I was fated to be in.
[There will be a heaviness to her words. She was created and fated to complete the task assigned to her by someone from long ago. Thalas tried to carry the burden alone at the request of the previous guardian. For whatever reason, and yet.]
I can show it to you by singing. My voice carries a hypnosis aspect to it. It's easy to show you through it, but I'll need you to trust me first. [She could always force her way in, but...] ...otherwise I won't feel comfortable performing in front of you. [Ever. She never wants to be seen with those gazes -- fear, hatred, or power hungry -- ever again.]
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It isn't fear or distrust, but his expression does -- shift slightly guarded. Cautious, as anything to deal with manipulating someone's mind and thoughts, controlling them... it's very unsettling. And begs the question of why would you ever, how is that ever an okay or acceptable sort of thing. Of course that's not okay.
But he also can't reconcile that against what he knows of her, what his gut says about her and her intentions, and that's a curious sort of reason she gives that he hones in on instead. ]
Why wouldn't you feel comfortable?
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I already made six people... [Begins to count her fingers as she names the following people: Livius, Kitora, Grandmother, Luna, those two religious idiots, Taichi, Ursula, and Nephero.] ...oh, shoot, I forgot about them...um, actually make that nine! Nine people have already...well...
[How to explain this?]
After hearing my song, they all...changed. Every one of them got really weird ideas. Some wanted to lock me away for the rest of my days, others wanted me to become a weapon, others wanted me to become their savior, and everyone else wanted me dead.
[Nike will bite her lower lip, looking down as she is reminded of the destruction she has created. The number of people who died because of her.]
Back then, I never knew the effects my powers had. Not the full picture, at least. I promised myself to only sing in dire situations or after receiving consent from the other party. [A forced smile will be given as she admits.] Although, at the moment, I'm not at my full strength. This world was kind enough to strip some of it away... [Which stings, all things considered. She did like making the sun appear and creating rainbows.]
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Gently, and with calm eyes. ]
I'm not going to see you differently just because of an ability you have. [ More or less. Whatever the full effects of a hypnotic voice that can also control the rain and weather. But what he means is: ]
The nature of the power you're given doesn't determine the kind of person you are. What matters is the person who wields it, and what they choose to use it for. [ He was told his Innocence makes him a destroyer, after all. Not a savior.
And that's why he said and still believes to this day, "If I'm a destroyer, then I want to be a destroyer who saves." ]
And you shouldn't push yourself for my account, either. [ It's gentle still, but a bit firmer. And he reaches to take her hands, if he can, even if he's still sitting and she's standing, and there's something understated but meaningful about the gesture. Something important, and something with how gently but intently his expression will try to catch hers and say look at me.
Something grounding. ]
Why don't you just tell me about it? The things you recall fondly and want to return to.
[ Her telling him that means more than her trying to use supernatural powers to create some fantastical illusion anyway. ]
It's important, I think, to remember those things when we're far away from them and feeling anxious.
1/3 WHY IS HE LIKE THIS AGAIN!?
Rain. Wind. Rainbows.
Those were enough. More than enough for her to feel satisfied than simply summoning the thunder and other more dangerous aspects of the weather.
So for someone outside of her clan to speak those words -- of not caring nor holding expectations --, it made her feel....normal. Like she was allowed to be normal. For once. She didn't have to use her power to put people in their place or to impress them just to be accepted.
There will be silence on her part as she ponders it all. Why does he not care? Why wasn't he curious? Wouldn't anyone be? So why? But then another question will surge up: aren't you the one who wants to impress him?
That question will be enough to keep her silent.]
2/3 I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY IN MAKING GIRLS CRY KDGHSAKFHASDKHF
She will lower her head in silence, her grip, on the hand that reached out to her, will become stronger, almost as if it was using his hands to keep her from falling...? Opening her mouth, only to close them again, she will look at a loss for words. What should she say? What can she say? All of these emotions....ones she wanted to express for so long while all at once she wanted to ignore. Where does she even begin?
Well, she won't have time to make up her mind when her tears will do it for her. They will make their appearance by flowing down. It was enough for her to freeze for a moment because she isn't supposed to cry. Not about that. And yet, why did she feel so overwhelmed right now? Shit.
Using her free hand, Nike will try to wipe them away only for more to take their place. Shit, shit, shit! She can't cry! Not now. Please stop. All she could do is force her eyes shut to keep them from escaping so quickly.]
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She needed to remember! Didn't she want to escape from him? From being a bride to someone she had no attraction towards? From someone who she was clearly poison to? If he was to truly grow to relearn to open his heart to others, to himself, and to the world, then she could no longer remain by his side as a crutch.
He needs to move towards his future without her. He needed to do this for himself, not to impress her nor make her believe his darkness was cured because of her.
As she reminds herself of these things, it was much easier to breathe and to.
Chuckle. Laugh. Giggle. Snort.
All of in that order before revealing the largest smile she can give to Allen. A moving, a loving, and guilt-ridden smile.]
Sorry, sorry... [Another chuckle.] I got so caught up... [A beat. Keep smiling, keep laughing, and allow some tears to escape.] In the beauty of my world. The place I hold very dear. I couldn't help it...
[Her grip on him will weaken, realizing just then she may have been holding onto him for dear life all this time.]
I don't even know where to begin or how.
1/2 WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN
...maybe. As panicked and comically animated as he looks for a moment when she begins to cry—awk, tears!!! please don't cry?!?!?—his expression goes slack when she smiles like that. Something so radiant, but so painful as well. Something that just hurts to look at. So why, then...
...why was she smiling like that? Just at the idea of thinking what she left behind. ]
...
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...if he touches her, he's afraid that will somehow make it real. That there will be no going back from it then. That the desperate way in which they'd clung to each other and all those memories he's been trying to shove down and forget about will come rushing back. The way her breath would hitch by his ear and her fingers dig into his hair-- or the way she'd tasted faintly of mangos.
He's not ready for that. And honestly? Never would be. That needs to stay locked away somewhere for him to not think about.
(Because what if it made him want to do it again?)
But she's standing there smiling at him like that with tears streaking her face, holding onto his hand with a tight but shaky grip it seems like she might shatter right in front of him. And why? Because she misses her world that much? No... it feels like something else. And with the way she had cried and clung to him before when they first met, like she had finally just purged herself of so many terrible things at finally finding herself somewhere else, the things men had done to her, the way she'd been made to live some caged creature only brought out to perform--
Was that... it? Was she smiling like that because... she didn't have anything good to return to? Only duty?
A cage?
("It's pitiful. I've lost everything that was important to me.") ]
...I'm sorry.
[ He reaches up towards her face. To so very gently brush the lingering tears aside and dry her face with a warm, gloved hand, and with an expression so very gentle but so somber too as he lets his palm lightly cup her cheek.
It's okay. She doesn't have to explain. ]
It looks like I made you cry again.
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At the very least, she thought she was ready to hide behind a calm and bright smile, and go as far with it as she can, but...
When his other right-gloved hand found its way to her cheek, Nike will freeze at the sudden gesture and the way he was looking at her. It was enough to catch her entirely off guard because she did not expect him to react this way. To get touchy with her, in a way. No matter how innocent the gesture, she can't help remember the number of times he would reach out to her like this, to try to catch her attention whenever she would become too shy or was too weak or had dug too deep into her thoughts.
It was difficult to not think back on that night. Especially now. When he is being so...him.
The warmth of every kiss, every time they would cling onto each other, reach out to one another whenever one was too deep in their own thoughts, every longing gaze, and every sigh and moan -- it was more than enough to make her knees weak.
Her cheeks will begin to burn at the simple gesture as she looks down, trying to hide the fact such a simple gesture was enough to make her feel this way. Shaking her head slightly.]
...it's not your fault...
[It really wasn't! And besides, if it weren't for any of this, then she would've ended up teasing him instead. So. Instead of concentrating mainly on that, she'll turn to the left gloved hand that was still in her reach, a curious realization will appear as she wonders.]
But if you're really sorry, then...can I see your left hand? [If his hand was the same color and form she had saw in her dream, then...] Without the glove, that is...?
[His earlier revelation over the dream may be true.]
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Well that certainly wasn't the response he was expecting. ]
Without the glove? [ He's parroting it back a little dumbly just because... why? would she want to? It isn't even like he's that against the idea, other than he always prefers to keep his gloves on around others because it's just simpler that way. Less likely to scare people. (Less likely to get... unpleasant reactions.) Besides, she's already seen his hand, so--
...wait. No she hasn't.
Or, no, she did, but...
The realization makes his cheeks cover ever so lightly, and that is why he hesitates and asks so carefully-- ]
Why do you want to see it...?
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The remainder of the things he did to his left hand, to his tattoos, to his scars -- all the things she requested him to do.
It was enough to keep the burning sensation remain entirely on her face. She must be very red right now, right?
Well, it may be a good thing that...]
Remember the first time we met in this temple. I asked you the reason you were wearing gloves? You said it was for convenience sake?
[She can finally be honest about her feelings over the matter at that time.]
I didn't think it was. I hated it. They were in the way. Even if it meant, I could kiss your wrist instead of your hand.
[It was embarrassing to admit it out loud, but!! She meant. every. word. Gloves were annoying especially when she now knew what he used them for. So gathering the very last of her courage, her hand will give his left gloved hand another squeeze before admitting out loud.]
And now I understand the reason I felt that way -- it was another wall, another way to create distance.
[And so.]
I don't want to feel your gloves on my skin. I prefer to feel your hands instead. Both of them.
2/2 i am so sorry that she is this way
This is in no way an attempt to make a pass at you. I really meant it! You're starting to give me a complex about them. You should take responsibility for this! So take them off now.
1/2 CHOKES
no, really, WHAT ]
Um... [ Nike, you're um...
Ah... ]
Okay? [ Very scary. You're very scary when you're like this.
There might also be a faint blush, as that one line has now permanently lodged itself forever into his skull. "I prefer to feel your hands instead..." ]
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But he moves to take his right one off first though. Just because... it'd be weird to just take a single one off? And because he might be dragging his feet slightly for a moment to try and process all of that. She hated them? His gloves? And saying that, "now I understand the reason I felt that way..."
(She does remember.)
He swallows, still resembling a deer-in-headlights somewhat, but keeping his eyes fixed steadily on her as he finishes pulling off the right and begins on the left. Tugging the fingers off first, and then setting both gloves quietly aside as that bares his left hand. Bright red and plated with armor-like scaling over his fingers and knuckles, a golden crystal in the shape of a cross seemingly embedded into the back of his hand that thrums with a faint magical (holy) energy to those sensitive to it.
But of course... she already knew that, didn't she? He already realized that dream wasn't actually one. Maybe he just hoped they could pretend it was for the sake of...
...well, what, exactly?
His expression calms though. Sobering, and becoming harder to read as it becomes more gentle, and he reaches up quietly towards her face with his left hand. Very carefully, and very gingerly. Pausing, actually, before he touches her cheek where he had before and hesitating like he isn't sure if that's okay. Looking for something in her expression to say that, "it's okay".
If he finds it, he brushes only the softer pads of his plated fingers faintly along her cheek in the very gentlest and ghostly of touches. Like it's important, the gesture itself, more than something bolder. ]
You only had to say so... [ He says it so softly, so gently, that he seems to be talking about something else entirely for it. Like he's marveling at something. Like that's so amazing. Such a breathtaking sort of thing-- and he lets his hand palm rest lightly against her cheek.
Like she's something meant to be cherished, but he isn't sure if he should. ]
If it meant that much.