Sincerely~Luna Seraphim...well it's Luna Seraph now but hey, when you forget your password you forget your password, what can I say? Happy readings...again ^^
Ruby...Emerald...Topaz...Amethyst...
The colours swirled before her as she glanced apathetically around the room, letting her gaze settle on a mirror.
Colours were symbols of identity...
Ruby was the colour of Dark Ace's eyes; he was a Champion and a Commander. Revan was ruthless, feared and a villain that protected Master Cyclonis.
Emerald was the colour of Aerrow's eyes; he was a Sky Knight and a Leader. Aerrow was stoic, charismatic and a hero that led Atmosia.
Topaz was the colour of Piper's eyes; she was a Navigator and a Specialist. Piper was resourceful, adaptable and a tactician for Aerrow.
Amethyst was the colour of Master Cyclonis' eyes; she was an Empress and a Crystal Witch. Lark was strategical, diabolical and a prodigy that ruled Cyclonia.
Amethyst...Topaz...Emerald...Ruby...
Her milky finger glides along the grain of the oak table that separated Guardians from Conquerors.
Identities forged by war...
An exhale escapes her lips, entangled is the affliction of depression; 18 years of age and still confined to the trappings of war...was this truly a life or merely a fate?
A soft and subtle whisper from across the table is the precursor for a low octave growl that rumbled like thunder in Dark Ace's throat.
Piper's words were light and inconspicuous yet years of espionage allowed Lark to siphon the discreet conversation directly to her attuned hearing.
"Cyclonis seems distracted, present the proposition now."
Her focus shifts to the Sky Knight; his sombre eyes fixated on her Champion, encompassed is years of ironclad rivalry and contempt beyond comprehension.
She traces the tendrils of tension to the Dark Ace; a vicious sneer twisted the corner of his mouth, flashing predatory jaws to Aerrow-illustrating his blood lust.
Silence started screeching around the room like a hurricane of wraths as the wordless conversations transformed the modest wooden table into an emotional battlefield-politics is bliss.
Piper's eyes locked nervously with hers. The Navigator's irises shifted anxiously, betraying her emotion mask and revealing the flush of fear as she pondered the possibility of her privacy being breached.
A dry smirk tugs on her lips as she languidly places her chin into the curve of her palms while observing the Storm Hawk's reactions.
Amber clashed with Violet and Crimson fought with Viridian as the humble room served as a canvas for the colourful art of discord.
Piper's desperation for evasion had consumed her rationality as her nails clawed uneasily at the varnished edge.
A distinct alteration in the tense air signals an event that is unwelcome.
Aerrow's stare stung her peripheral vision, forcing her eyes to soften measurably. Her emotional invasion on Piper halted and she allowed herself to sink placidly into her chair.
The Sky Knight's calloused gloves gripped the table as he abruptly stood to scold her, leaning forward to assert his dominance.
Dark Ace mirrored the young man's movements, using the justification of protecting her as a violent means to a bloody ends.
A flicker of fear shimmered in his Aerrow's eyes as he regarded the Dark Ace cautiously before locking eyes with the Empress.
"We didn't come here to play games Cyclonis-" His tone was stern and vitriolic, spiking surprise in her; this side of Aerrow was intriguing, contrasting greatly with his cool calm and collected demeanour. Nostalgia blankets her, forcing a sigh to pass through her lips; the boy she once knew was gone, left in his wake is a man hardened by war.
A small smile graces her features; she misses the fiery boy who had an uncanny knack for appearing at the worst possible times and foiling her plans...now he is an adult trapped in a world of political turmoil.
The situation significantly escalated when a scarlet blade sat inches from his throat.
"Master Cyclonis" The Dark Ace corrected. Her lips parted as she stared blankly at Aerrow, a sharp flinch piercing his composure as discharges of lightning danced on his neck.
"Master, Cyclonis" Aerrow amended, allowing a small sigh of relief to escape his lips when the blade retracted.
The disgruntled Sky Knight seated himself complacently and smiled as Piper's hand entwined with Aerrow's, imparting a comforting touch.
There is time enough for Lark to muse about how their greatest strength is concurrently their greatest weakness as they shot a quick glance at each other that is adorned with affection.
The kind gesture triggers a restless twinge in the void of her chest. The thought of mutual compassion, the concept of love...it overwhelms her logic and blinds her from the truth.
She quickly derides her thoughts and scolds herself for allowing such a fickle construct to infect her perception of reality. How can you love without a heart?
Dark Ace's mockery restores her attention as his sinister chuckle echoes in her ears. It is obvious from its inception that he finds such an emotional connection to be pathetic.
The ache in her chest intensified; the only man who understands and appreciates her, finds feelings of an adoring nature to be morbidly revolting.
Whether it was the agonizing desire to feel the warmth of romance or the logical deduction from years of loyal servitude but she believed that somewhere behind the mask of the monster...there was indeed a man.
Dark Ace was once her one companion, and then when she took the throne their friendship was shattered. Memories of another girl occupy her thoughts, who had little to worry about and much to learn. Basking in the warmth of company and friendship her shadowy henchman provided as he held her close to his heart, eyes wide with marvel-now they burn with loyalty.
The yawing depths of her soul yearn for the wonderful sensation of her roguish knight doting on her brilliance, enthralled by her intelligence...now he is just a puppet on a lonely string, who would ever want to be The Dark Ace?
A decrepit piece of parchment is pushed across the table. Finally, the purpose of this meeting is revealed. Her rail thin fingers rasp over the coarse edges of the treaty.
Lark inspected it for exploitable clauses but found only an earnest agreement, decreeing a 48 hour peace between The Free Atmos and The Cyclonian Empire.
She summons a pen to her hand and glances up at Aerrow as a cruel idea crosses her mind. Lark swallows her pride, knowing the resultant achievable will dampen the insult upon her.
The Crystal Witch fluttered her eyelashes and emitted a smitten sigh...Aerrow's eyes widened and his lips parted at the inappropriate gesture which she concluded with a teasing pout of her lips.
The chain reaction amused her to no end; the sight of Aerrow's bewildered expression, the scent of Piper's exasperated gasp and best of all, the sound of Revan's teeth-grinding with jealousy.
With a coy smile she signed the treaty and levitated it back to the stunned Sky Knight. Lark rose from her seat and left without a word, listening to the rhythmic sound of her envious commander-boots stamping angrily.
Dark Ace is still oblivious to the fact that he has revealed a place for her in his heart. Lark's only regret being the use of such degrading means. However conventional detection is problematic when dealing with a man who knows only the darker side of emotions.
The thrill of success inspires her smug face as the cool warmth of dusk rolls over her. For once her plan went exactly as she intended it to. The Empress shall have her roguish knight in spite of the laws she writes.
His scorching breath dances on the nape of her neck, sending chills across her flesh and stirring dark desires that flush her alabaster cheeks. Curious as to the effects of her natural urges, she submits to their will and indulges in the desire to enthral a male through sheer elegance.
She gracefully sways her hips while flicking her midnight hair back, lashing his face and causing chords of irk to taint his husky growl-an evil smirk curls her lip.
This will be fun...