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Needa learn to take my mind off all the bad feelings, all the bad thoughts...Slowly slowly getting better.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -the voices in my head
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The world spun as he regained his footing slowly, taking in a deep breath. He felt like he had just woken up again from another long millienium sleep, his joints stiff and muscles aching. His claws found the steady obsidian wall of the castle and he leaned against it as he began to recover his senses. It didn't take him long to register someone else by him mirroring his heavy breathing. It took even less time for him to pin the hydra against the wall, claws pressed against Blizzard's throat. Growling angrily at the irritated hydra, least until the loud cryof help had him speeding towards the sound, leaving Blizzard to grumble and clutch at the healing wounds, injuries she had sustained and maintained the whole time she had been trapped.
They burnt painfully, making her grit her teeth while she fumbled in the elegant flowing tresses of her gown for one of the sweet treats she always hid for herself. Knawing on the bitter almond cookie, she sighed and straightened her hair, not wanting to hear Noire start berating her for her unkept appearance. Lets see how the vain hydra looked after being trapped in a rock for near a whole day. Who ever said diamonds were a girl's best friend? Angrily, she lifted her dress and kicked at one of the dull shards than hurriedly withdrew her foot in fear that it would start growing onto her again. It was an experience she didn't want to repeat.
Backing up against a wall, she tried to form a path avoiding the hundreds of minute shards scattered across the floor from their broken prisons. Luckily for her, she could avoid the shards completely. The wall behind her giving way, causing her to fall backwards with a cookie muffled shriek. The maze of walls slowly sinking down into the floor, leaving the basement completely empty. She leapt up and started to limp towards the exit, never looking behind her.
It wasn't a hydra, that was all he knew. Adrenaline rushing through his veins as he blazed through the maze, seeking the source of distress. There was little time to actually question anything and the years only dampened his hot headedness and fire a little. Whoever this was, he would help and then he would Sanare and the others. God, he hoped that they were alright.
Skidding to a stop as he dashed around a corner, he nearly crashed into the boy, cowering in the corner. Before he could open his mouth to demand who he was, the ground shook, throwing him off balance as the maze walks came down, revealing the great dead tree at its center and a horrified Terra rushing into the basement. Following her was a dishevelled set of dragons, shaking and holding tightly onto one another as they came into the scene, "Sanare!" He called out to them, turning away from the boy. Relief flooding overhim to see they were okay. Obviously shaken and in need of rest, but whole and unharmed. Grateful to somehow find themselves part ofthis new mess.
The walls revealed more than his fellow elders safe, but majority of the hydras gathered in the centre. Blizzard having limped over to them. He turned and glanced at the boy, baring his teeth at the newest intruder, "I pray you can fight. Stick close to me all the same." He growled as he dashed over to his group, facing opposite of the hydras. All of them here except-
A howl echoed loudly through the castle and like a speeding bullet, down the metal dragon came barrelling down the staircase. Roaring angrily as he tried to run past them. Luckily, Regnum was quick to throw himself forward and grab hold of the dragon, dragging him down with the help of the rest of the elders. Snarling and struggling against his own, he threw kicks and punches at them, shouting at the hydras, "What the fuck did you do with my brother you sick FUCKS?! WHERE IS HE?!"
He had searched the whole castle, the place easier to navigate when the castle was complying and the stairs tirec of taunting. He had near broken down the doors of the library in desperation, finding no sign of that smug bastard. The books arranged neatly on the shelves, mockingly well arranged unlike the messy madness method that Anemoli arranged his books. A fire roaring within the fireplace, but the study chair was cold and pushed in neatly to the desk. When the first place his brother was sure to be tuned up nothing, he had begun to panick.
Resorting to spreading his wings and risking collision as he literally flew through the castle from top to bottom. Ripping open all manners of doors. Finding each room in an eerily pristine condition as if nothing, not even dust, and no one had ever set foot in the place, but that couldn't be right? Hydras lived here, he had been led through the castle by one and he couldn't recall it being so cold. Exactly like his brother, but he found not a trace of him or any other. That's when he snapped.
Somewhere in his struggles, he pulled out his gun and began to fire haphazardly, near hitting Terra and almost clipping Regnum's shoulder. The fiery dragon growled. This was madness! Holding down their own.
Without hesitation, Leo scooped up Sleipnir who had frozen in shock. As he dashed back towards the castle, spreading his wings to gain air, flying up high before he began a steady downward descent. Speeding back towards the castle faster that he run away from it. Sleipnir could only clutch on tight to his scales and squeeze his eyes shut as the wind rushed through and blew back his hair. Biting his skin.
They landed right outside the castle door, Leo holding them tightly as he charged forward, kicking down the door and skidding, right inbetween the two groups. He froze, feeling all eyes on him, the hydras confused and the dragon's.....equally confused, "Uh...." He opened hus mouth, but found nothing to stay, letting his jaw hang stupidly. Sleipnir was quick to push out of his arms and run barefoot across the floor, tears streaming from his eyes as he ran blindly forward, crying "Daddy!!!"
They burnt painfully, making her grit her teeth while she fumbled in the elegant flowing tresses of her gown for one of the sweet treats she always hid for herself. Knawing on the bitter almond cookie, she sighed and straightened her hair, not wanting to hear Noire start berating her for her unkept appearance. Lets see how the vain hydra looked after being trapped in a rock for near a whole day. Who ever said diamonds were a girl's best friend? Angrily, she lifted her dress and kicked at one of the dull shards than hurriedly withdrew her foot in fear that it would start growing onto her again. It was an experience she didn't want to repeat.
Backing up against a wall, she tried to form a path avoiding the hundreds of minute shards scattered across the floor from their broken prisons. Luckily for her, she could avoid the shards completely. The wall behind her giving way, causing her to fall backwards with a cookie muffled shriek. The maze of walls slowly sinking down into the floor, leaving the basement completely empty. She leapt up and started to limp towards the exit, never looking behind her.
It wasn't a hydra, that was all he knew. Adrenaline rushing through his veins as he blazed through the maze, seeking the source of distress. There was little time to actually question anything and the years only dampened his hot headedness and fire a little. Whoever this was, he would help and then he would Sanare and the others. God, he hoped that they were alright.
Skidding to a stop as he dashed around a corner, he nearly crashed into the boy, cowering in the corner. Before he could open his mouth to demand who he was, the ground shook, throwing him off balance as the maze walks came down, revealing the great dead tree at its center and a horrified Terra rushing into the basement. Following her was a dishevelled set of dragons, shaking and holding tightly onto one another as they came into the scene, "Sanare!" He called out to them, turning away from the boy. Relief flooding overhim to see they were okay. Obviously shaken and in need of rest, but whole and unharmed. Grateful to somehow find themselves part ofthis new mess.
The walls revealed more than his fellow elders safe, but majority of the hydras gathered in the centre. Blizzard having limped over to them. He turned and glanced at the boy, baring his teeth at the newest intruder, "I pray you can fight. Stick close to me all the same." He growled as he dashed over to his group, facing opposite of the hydras. All of them here except-
A howl echoed loudly through the castle and like a speeding bullet, down the metal dragon came barrelling down the staircase. Roaring angrily as he tried to run past them. Luckily, Regnum was quick to throw himself forward and grab hold of the dragon, dragging him down with the help of the rest of the elders. Snarling and struggling against his own, he threw kicks and punches at them, shouting at the hydras, "What the fuck did you do with my brother you sick FUCKS?! WHERE IS HE?!"
He had searched the whole castle, the place easier to navigate when the castle was complying and the stairs tirec of taunting. He had near broken down the doors of the library in desperation, finding no sign of that smug bastard. The books arranged neatly on the shelves, mockingly well arranged unlike the messy madness method that Anemoli arranged his books. A fire roaring within the fireplace, but the study chair was cold and pushed in neatly to the desk. When the first place his brother was sure to be tuned up nothing, he had begun to panick.
Resorting to spreading his wings and risking collision as he literally flew through the castle from top to bottom. Ripping open all manners of doors. Finding each room in an eerily pristine condition as if nothing, not even dust, and no one had ever set foot in the place, but that couldn't be right? Hydras lived here, he had been led through the castle by one and he couldn't recall it being so cold. Exactly like his brother, but he found not a trace of him or any other. That's when he snapped.
Somewhere in his struggles, he pulled out his gun and began to fire haphazardly, near hitting Terra and almost clipping Regnum's shoulder. The fiery dragon growled. This was madness! Holding down their own.
Without hesitation, Leo scooped up Sleipnir who had frozen in shock. As he dashed back towards the castle, spreading his wings to gain air, flying up high before he began a steady downward descent. Speeding back towards the castle faster that he run away from it. Sleipnir could only clutch on tight to his scales and squeeze his eyes shut as the wind rushed through and blew back his hair. Biting his skin.
They landed right outside the castle door, Leo holding them tightly as he charged forward, kicking down the door and skidding, right inbetween the two groups. He froze, feeling all eyes on him, the hydras confused and the dragon's.....equally confused, "Uh...." He opened hus mouth, but found nothing to stay, letting his jaw hang stupidly. Sleipnir was quick to push out of his arms and run barefoot across the floor, tears streaming from his eyes as he ran blindly forward, crying "Daddy!!!"
Nah, just grumpy from dying.
Yay, Anemoli!
Yeah, though path and the thing in him yet to be named wont be too happy.
More macabre than I wanted, but dark humor?
It stung. The pain striking through his arm and up his shoulder. Gritting his teeth, Dante stared up through his tears at the blurred sky. The sun suddenly blinding, burning whiteness into the edges of his vision. Clutching at his arm, he rested his head back on the soft squashed tulips of his mother's flower bed, the dirt wet and clumping to the back of his head. Feeling the muddy water seep into the torn seams of his shirt,he squirmed and then stilled. Gasping as the pain shot up his arm, blurring his vision and turning the frantic shouts around him into nothing more than a low muted ringing in his ear.
Eventually, he felt the dirt fall away and the ground leave him as he was pulled up. A pounding headache splitting his forehead into two and drying his mouth. Words becoming a distant babble as the sun was blocked out by a shadow and a louder ringing. He couldn't focus on the image ahead of him though, feeling like he was going cross eyed as the air rushed past him. Something cool placed upon his forehead and shadows started to move in and out of his vision, but not one he recognised. And all that he could think of in his confusion and affliction was, 'Where was Sterling?
------Two days later-----
He finally had enough strength to sit up in bed, feed and bathe himself without holding onto anything as support. Sterling had avoided him the whole day and no one seemed to listen when he asked for his brother. His parents gave each other worried looks and told him to merely rest while the nurse brought into tend to him for a few days seemed as silent and as creepy as those marionette dolls he read about in horror novels. It was only after he escaped her whilst she fell asleep and wondered over to his brother's room and then all over their home. Hollering up the attic and into the back yard, waking the whole neighbourhood up, did his parentsfinally cave and tell him his brother had been sent away for his own good to some Uncle Sephyr had never heard of.
He locked himself up in his room the next few days, refusing food and any contact. It was only when he was caught tryingto run away that he was forced to eat. And it was only three days later when the first letter from his brother arrived, did he calm down and eat dinner with his parents. It was only after a month when he started to talk to them again, allowing things to gradually go back to normal though he had become more eager everytime the mail arrived. Stopping the mail man, literally frozen in his tracks, until he wrote a return letter and sent it back the very same day.
He wrote about his days, the pranks he played on the servants and the new kids that moved into the the area. The many guests that their parents invited and the garden adventures he had when he snuck out into the little back area of woods they had behind the house. Casting those tales in secret writing so their parents wouldnt find out how ofren he snuck out at night to catch fireflies and watch the moon flowers bloom. Mostly, he wrote about how much he missed him and how stupid it was that they were apart like this and how he had already forgiven Sterling for hurting him while they were playing. Telling him that the scar looked cool anyway and all the kids believed the stories he made up around it.
Eventually, the letters began to get further and further apart, both busy with the winter finals in their respective studies. The cold having shut down the post office as well. The weather turned grey, then bright and writing came only when he remembered the stack of letters under his desk, all tied up neatly since he hadn't been able to bear to throw anyway. He still had the same adventures and fun, but he stopped writing about them. In the end, he just stopped writing.
And one hot summer's night, years away from childhood, he kicked of the sheets and snuck out into the woods to release the fireflies and watch the flowers bloom. Forgetting about all things of letters and distant siblings, of old scars and freezing the mailman. No, he was thinking about the silent twinkling stars as the shadow descended upon him. And the stars twinkled silently as his parents came running towards his panicked shouts.
Days later, they helped pack his bags and kissed him on the forehead goodbye.
Eventually, he felt the dirt fall away and the ground leave him as he was pulled up. A pounding headache splitting his forehead into two and drying his mouth. Words becoming a distant babble as the sun was blocked out by a shadow and a louder ringing. He couldn't focus on the image ahead of him though, feeling like he was going cross eyed as the air rushed past him. Something cool placed upon his forehead and shadows started to move in and out of his vision, but not one he recognised. And all that he could think of in his confusion and affliction was, 'Where was Sterling?
------Two days later-----
He finally had enough strength to sit up in bed, feed and bathe himself without holding onto anything as support. Sterling had avoided him the whole day and no one seemed to listen when he asked for his brother. His parents gave each other worried looks and told him to merely rest while the nurse brought into tend to him for a few days seemed as silent and as creepy as those marionette dolls he read about in horror novels. It was only after he escaped her whilst she fell asleep and wondered over to his brother's room and then all over their home. Hollering up the attic and into the back yard, waking the whole neighbourhood up, did his parentsfinally cave and tell him his brother had been sent away for his own good to some Uncle Sephyr had never heard of.
He locked himself up in his room the next few days, refusing food and any contact. It was only when he was caught tryingto run away that he was forced to eat. And it was only three days later when the first letter from his brother arrived, did he calm down and eat dinner with his parents. It was only after a month when he started to talk to them again, allowing things to gradually go back to normal though he had become more eager everytime the mail arrived. Stopping the mail man, literally frozen in his tracks, until he wrote a return letter and sent it back the very same day.
He wrote about his days, the pranks he played on the servants and the new kids that moved into the the area. The many guests that their parents invited and the garden adventures he had when he snuck out into the little back area of woods they had behind the house. Casting those tales in secret writing so their parents wouldnt find out how ofren he snuck out at night to catch fireflies and watch the moon flowers bloom. Mostly, he wrote about how much he missed him and how stupid it was that they were apart like this and how he had already forgiven Sterling for hurting him while they were playing. Telling him that the scar looked cool anyway and all the kids believed the stories he made up around it.
Eventually, the letters began to get further and further apart, both busy with the winter finals in their respective studies. The cold having shut down the post office as well. The weather turned grey, then bright and writing came only when he remembered the stack of letters under his desk, all tied up neatly since he hadn't been able to bear to throw anyway. He still had the same adventures and fun, but he stopped writing about them. In the end, he just stopped writing.
And one hot summer's night, years away from childhood, he kicked of the sheets and snuck out into the woods to release the fireflies and watch the flowers bloom. Forgetting about all things of letters and distant siblings, of old scars and freezing the mailman. No, he was thinking about the silent twinkling stars as the shadow descended upon him. And the stars twinkled silently as his parents came running towards his panicked shouts.
Days later, they helped pack his bags and kissed him on the forehead goodbye.
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Deamion met Blake's answer with a glare, his question not meant to be taken seriously. Even greater was knowing that the guy he had punched was some rich prick. At the very least, he hadn't been marched Steiger to jail for assault or something. Turning his gaze to the ground, he pulled Andries in with him and he immediately, he was the one having his arm near yanked out. Andries didn't even seem to wait and listen to the guy, already rushing off to the bar and into a seat next to a singled out target with hard liquor in his hand. Deamion who lingered behind to observe the place and listen to the guy babble over the music, prayed that he didn't have to drag Andries home tonight from a grabby stranger. It had been a long time since either of them got stoned out drunk, but he didn't trust Andries to behave around rich pockets and richer drinks.
Thank god that he came back a few moments later and stuffed a cold glass into his hands. He sipped it, finding it was nothing but strawberry flavored soda water. He guessed Andries didn't want him drowning his sorrows in alcohol after all. "Let's get a private room and away from these sissies. Then, we're throwing you the best birthday party ever! Lead the way Mr Blake!" Andries near shouted, drawing a few stares though more people were staring over at Blake and the deep bruise forming on his cheek. Already, Andries was tugging them out of sight up the stairs leading to the private rooms upstairs. Deamion really didn't mind, he hated crowds and the music was sort of giving him a headache despite not being the usual pounding rave and techno beat he was used to.
Sipping his drink, he paused again as they were brought into another room. Geez the place looked bigger on the inside than it did outside, though Andries seemed to have targeted one of the VIP rooms, taking full advantage of Mr punching bag it seemed. Arcade game, tv, dance floor...love seat and bed in the corner. He was tired though, he could use a lie down, "Let's have our own private party up here! You know what? I'm gonna go down stairs and hunt a few studs to bring up here and when I get back, you better have already started the party without me!" He pushed Deamion in, nearly causing him to spill his drink, and shut the door behind him.
He was left along with Mr blue cheek. Sighing, he plodded over and sat on the bed tucked away in the corner. Sitting on the edge and facing the wall, he really did feel tired. And the mattress was surprisingly soft underneath him, prompting a happy sigh. He glanced back at Blake.
Thank god that he came back a few moments later and stuffed a cold glass into his hands. He sipped it, finding it was nothing but strawberry flavored soda water. He guessed Andries didn't want him drowning his sorrows in alcohol after all. "Let's get a private room and away from these sissies. Then, we're throwing you the best birthday party ever! Lead the way Mr Blake!" Andries near shouted, drawing a few stares though more people were staring over at Blake and the deep bruise forming on his cheek. Already, Andries was tugging them out of sight up the stairs leading to the private rooms upstairs. Deamion really didn't mind, he hated crowds and the music was sort of giving him a headache despite not being the usual pounding rave and techno beat he was used to.
Sipping his drink, he paused again as they were brought into another room. Geez the place looked bigger on the inside than it did outside, though Andries seemed to have targeted one of the VIP rooms, taking full advantage of Mr punching bag it seemed. Arcade game, tv, dance floor...love seat and bed in the corner. He was tired though, he could use a lie down, "Let's have our own private party up here! You know what? I'm gonna go down stairs and hunt a few studs to bring up here and when I get back, you better have already started the party without me!" He pushed Deamion in, nearly causing him to spill his drink, and shut the door behind him.
He was left along with Mr blue cheek. Sighing, he plodded over and sat on the bed tucked away in the corner. Sitting on the edge and facing the wall, he really did feel tired. And the mattress was surprisingly soft underneath him, prompting a happy sigh. He glanced back at Blake.
Yay!!!! New arc of angst.
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