It was different. Or maybe it was She that was different. After so many lifetimes, her Fire had sputtered. It had not burnt out. Well, not yet anyway. Not quite the shadows of an ember, as she had seen in those similarly cursed.
Oh! Was Fate not a cruel Mistress? Both she and her partner Life, merrily ruining the lives of good, law abiding citizens everywhere. Gleefully spurning Deaths pale finger, refusing the Rest that only Death could bring. Allowing their favoured an eternity of Lifetimes in which they could live and love and lose, and laughing at the drama that unfolds within those groups.
Even Death, as powerful as They were, could not take away the Twos playthings. Not until the Strings that bind them are set loose, a thing many dreamed, but few gained.
She sighed softly. "Oh woo is me!"
She knew she was being overly dramatic, allowing the persona of Skull DeMort too close to the tatters that remained of her. Too close to the Darkness that dogged her footsteps and shattered her dreams. Of the many Lives she had been forced to endure, without a Sky to stabilise her or Elements to bring to bare when she Raged against the idiots that tried to betray her.
She giggled softly, amused at her thoughts. Who would have guessed she could become so comfortable with this Life? To use the words and terms Mafia Brats learn at a young age. To act as if she was one of them, when she was anything but.
"Flames," she shook her head, amused despite herself. "Don't make me laugh."
She had always had these Flames, had always been able to use them. In her Days Before, when her life had been truly worth living, as Herself instead of the Masks she now used. They Days when she had twisted them from Fire and Water with barely a though. In times and worlds in which they had been called Magic and Chakra. When we walked the Earths as Benders and Shinobi, Witches and Wizards. When out time ran out, and the powers in which we had gloried turned foreign and made their World Burn.
"LACKEY!"
She turned, flailing over the side of the Wall she been sitting upon to fall face first upon the floor. Blinking up the her fellow Arcobaleno with large eyes, pulling The Immortal Skull-sama back on with nary a thought.
There was not point in dwelling on herself. After all, she had a group of hard-hearted Mafia Killers to be the laughter for.
-(I am The Line)-
Okay, so that was the most frustrating thing I have ever done. It just took me 10 minutes to put this up because I kept accidently going back. Arghhhhh!