[Play Things]
Praise the one who left you
broken down and paralized
Little angel go away
the devil has my ear today
I'll never hear a word you say
))a.n.[/] I know what you're thinking. How can one love another who gets their kicks like a masochist, only in a more deadly sense? Well my friends, romance doesn't always have to mean Love, because lust is directly linked to the big "L" word ;D((
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And I'll take you
Like a stormy ocean
And I'll give you
These motions of emotion
And I'll have you
With this twisted devotion
Possessive, greed, dark emotions boiled alive. Turning and writhing below the surface. Loathing and lusting were two potent mixtures. And this house seemed to adore the two quite a lot, an epicenter for sinners.
"What are you?"
Again she caressed his mind, searching for the meaning behind his words. Anger flared the moment she found his words, seething and burning the air it seemed. Blue hid her fear, but couldn't help but flinch when seeing his reaction. Spiders and monsters and nightmares and all things creeping and crawling nightterrors were there, behind the veil of his aura. Touching his conscience was second nature, it happened naturally, and truthfully, she wished she wouldn't reach out herself. Something told her he wouldn't understand. Call it her intuition of the darkness, or a gift.
"A necromancer."
Her voice seemed choked and she all but breathed her answer. Would he know? Would he understand what it meant to be a necromancer? She waited and studied his features, eager for a reaction, anticipating his next move, hoping it wouldn't be violent. But then, this was a ghost of hell, automatically, that was a very real possibility.
As if the wind had blown his aura away, his presence was lifted, the weight of his conscience was off of her shoulders. The Jackel had disappeared. She cringed, expecting pain. But when he didn't flicker back into view, her curiousity was piqued. He left her. As if by her being a necromancer wasn't appealing. Foolishly, she felt insulted by his sudden abandonment. Was it something she said?
A breathy sigh was exhalted from her lips. She couldn't stay entombed in this little room. The very bones of her body ached, but it wasn't enough to keep her from her duty. Healing came naturally swift for her, yet often enough the process wasn't fast enough to her liking. Tonight was a perfect, if exasperating, example. The tips of her fingers tingled when she brushed them against the metal table. The ghosts of the house must visit this tiny, dark room often. The smooth surface was cool and smooth to the touch, like someone shined the table nightly. It was absurd, to say the least.
Blue had entered the hall and only walked three steps before the ghastly, chilling effect ran down her spine again. A slick coat of sweat trickled down the back of her neck. The frigid air enveloped her, cool arms to wrap around her body. Her stomach seemed to have squeezed into a knot as she realized whatever had come to inspect the intruder was standing terribly close behind her. Instincts told her to run, duty demanded that she look over her shoulder. A learning expirence must never be lost.
"The Juggernaut is not happy with you and Ryan at all.."
A feminine tone hissed in her ear, sounding nearly cheerful about this proclamation of hers. And yet again, the sound of her voice was so distorted and clouded by the strange and powerful aura that fogged the air, Blue was forced, if unconsciencly, to press against this new ghosts mind to understand the comment. A gasp followed, the aura withdrawing just the slightest.
"You should be careful doing that," it said, nearly whining like she was about to melt into tears. Blue finally turned, peering at a shocked and very naked Angry Princess. She looked hurt that Blue had touched her aura with mental fingers. The shimmering air about her open body seemed to have weakened, drawing in near the apparition.
"Sorry.." Blue whispered, believing momentarily that if she frightened this girl one of two things might result. Either she be attacked viciously and both end up harmed, or she might flee. Again she had to turn to the fact that these hallow souls flitting about were residing in the devil arms. Violence was aloft on the air, sustained by hellion emotions. The very walls of the house seemed to hold it's breath, awaiting for the clashes of the ghosts to break the silence. Nothing good could come of twelve very strong and very loatheful spirits occupying one house, and yet that was their choice. Perhaps that was the bait that lured Blue into the heart of the Glass Castle.
"Don't worry about it, it's not the first time i've been violated," she shrugged, sounding just a bit cynical as she toyed with the cherished butcher knife.
Blue furrowed her eyebrows, understanding, yet not at the same time. Was that what it felt like? A violation? How could someone take advantage of a ghost? A remnant of their life, a shadow of what once was, but no longer is. That was what she was instructed to believe, and it was a fine explanation. Something told her that she shouldn't mention it to this girl at the moment, however.
"Well, still..," Blue began, a bit stronger.
"No-no..it's still a pleasure to meet you, ya know, with the Jackel running around, it will be difficult for anyone, well, that is, anyone you would -like- to the meet, to catch even a glimpse of you..," Again she shrugged, toying with her knife still, her gaze wandered over Blue's shoulder.
"Why's that?" Blue inquired, cleary perplexed. The Jackel had only left her a couple of minutes ago, and already he had made things difficult for her.
"Well..ya know.." The princess's dark gaze seemed to bore into Blue's eyes, the black void felt ready to swallow her whole. A chilling sensation overcame her, not to forget the already frozen air that the ghoul emitted.
"No, not really.." Blue pushed her to answer the question, but it didn't seem like she was ready to give anything up. That was all she needed, a reluctant ghost to add to the already growing pile of headaches. A working Gift would be the solution, yet she didn't want to press upon her aura anymore than she already was. Now that was a contradiction. Hadn't she already ascertained that she couldn't violate an apparition? Blue mentally shook her head. The darkness wasn't playing the rules straight tonight.
"You should ask him.." The voice seemed weak again, like she was shrinking away. Her horridly deep gaze was no longer strong and consuming, but small, further away, almost. Blue had done it again, it seemed. She must have battered her mental walls black and blue without even realizing it,"But watch your back, like I said..the Juggernaut.."
The Angry Princess must have not been able to take the bruising effect of conversing with Blue any longer, she flickered out of view, reappearing and disappearing once again further down the hall.
A perferct waste of time. The girl had done nothing but given her a warning that was already cleary in the open. Blue had known that the massive apparition that had walked in on her and the Jackel would be loathsome from the Jackel expelling him from the scene. And what had she referred to him as? Ryan? So the psycotic soul had a name, how quaint. The shadows didn't often bestow gifts from early lives to the creepers of the night, yet these ghost's acted like it was typical, nothing special hiding under the bed there.
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[un.speci.al]
Shadows and darkness, Gods of the Umbra. The house was brimming with otherworldly escence. In every nook of this Castle of Glass was the familiar sense that she had been searching for. It was secretive, knowing, and sensual and how she loved it. Being a growing necromancer, outcasting from society wasn't rare. She felt that she could live in this broken house. Yet she was certain the current residents wouldn't appreciate more space being stolen from them.
Every hallway, every room, every closet, every bathroom had been inspected. Not another sign of a remnant had been spotted. Twelve free apparitions made residency here and only three had been caught sight of. Needless to say, yet again she had been betrayed by her gifts. Were they not attracted to her ethereal power? The darkness was hers to manipulate and yet it seemed canceled as soon as she stepped foot into the Glass House. It was frustrating, and she allowed herself to be lost in thought, struggling over this mystery, choosing a conviently placed seat to rest in.
A blanket of fog cloaked the floor at her feet. Rolling across the marble tile from unknown regions. Dark eyes blinked in surprise when realization hit her. Brilliantly, white light glowed around her feet that were consumed by the mist. Blue lent back into the chair, watching as the fog wafted over the floor in a thick layer. It was then, after the fog had completely hid the floor and the light reaction of Blue's skin was beginning to hurt her eyes that the Jackel appeared. Somehow Blue was suspicious that this wasn't a coincidence.
"You're sweet, all of this for me?" Blue absentmindedly motioned to the floor, referring to the fog that now drenched it. Ryan didn't budge from the middle of the floor, his dark gaze not wavering from Blue's own.
"I didn't know I was that important, do you do this often?" Blue blinked innocently, yet still no reaction from the apparition.
"Well, I don't know what you're trying to do, but if you'll be so kind as to excuse me, I need to find some of your friends before bed.."
Casually, she made her way out of the sitting room. Every step seemed to result in a thousand more goosebumps upon her skin. The bright glow around her ankles seemed to part the fog away as she waded through it, under the ever-vigilent gaze of the Jackel.
That manipulating bastard..
Blue walked about the house in a haze of red anger, searching haphazardly for ghouls. Not so much as a cool freeze caressed her skin as she stormed from one room to another, slamming doors and even tossing a chair or two about the place. He must be enjoying this, he must love to see her angered and that was why he was teasing her. The aire of darkness he wrapped about himself, he must think he's special, the haughty bastard.
Half aware of herself and her surroundings, she chose a room to lock herself in for the night. The whole building was aptly secure, she didn't expect a burgler would get far, yet a closed and locked door helped her feel safe and qualmed her nerves. Just to check, she glanced darkly at the door nob, yet nothing happened, just as she had expected. No door had ever kept her out, yet this house had nuetralized her usual Gifts. She huffed and twisted the lock. As soon as she released the door's handle, the atomsphere of the room dropped to the otherworldly cool, feeling nearly sensual. Quick eyes searched for signs of an apparition as she pressed herself against the door, thus not expecting to be propelled across the room by a force at her back.
Landing roughly upon her stomach at the foot of her bed, she was yet again lifted from the floor, yet only partially as her back was bowed against the edge of the bed, arcing as her head and upper body rested on the matress. White light flashed upon her skin, all over the front of her body. Blue was barely able to sit on her legs as the Jackel blinked in and out of view, leaning against her, he pushed his caged face against hers, licking a wet trail from her neck to her cheek before disappearing all together. Blue gaspsed from the sudden release. She wiped at the wetness he had left behind. It seemed a locked door couldn't keep him out, simply enough.
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[A.n.][Where did you all find the Jackels and the Torn Princes real names? Were they made up?]
Praise the one who left you
broken down and paralized
Little angel go away
the devil has my ear today
I'll never hear a word you say
))a.n.[/] I know what you're thinking. How can one love another who gets their kicks like a masochist, only in a more deadly sense? Well my friends, romance doesn't always have to mean Love, because lust is directly linked to the big "L" word ;D((
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And I'll take you
Like a stormy ocean
And I'll give you
These motions of emotion
And I'll have you
With this twisted devotion
Possessive, greed, dark emotions boiled alive. Turning and writhing below the surface. Loathing and lusting were two potent mixtures. And this house seemed to adore the two quite a lot, an epicenter for sinners.
"What are you?"
Again she caressed his mind, searching for the meaning behind his words. Anger flared the moment she found his words, seething and burning the air it seemed. Blue hid her fear, but couldn't help but flinch when seeing his reaction. Spiders and monsters and nightmares and all things creeping and crawling nightterrors were there, behind the veil of his aura. Touching his conscience was second nature, it happened naturally, and truthfully, she wished she wouldn't reach out herself. Something told her he wouldn't understand. Call it her intuition of the darkness, or a gift.
"A necromancer."
Her voice seemed choked and she all but breathed her answer. Would he know? Would he understand what it meant to be a necromancer? She waited and studied his features, eager for a reaction, anticipating his next move, hoping it wouldn't be violent. But then, this was a ghost of hell, automatically, that was a very real possibility.
As if the wind had blown his aura away, his presence was lifted, the weight of his conscience was off of her shoulders. The Jackel had disappeared. She cringed, expecting pain. But when he didn't flicker back into view, her curiousity was piqued. He left her. As if by her being a necromancer wasn't appealing. Foolishly, she felt insulted by his sudden abandonment. Was it something she said?
A breathy sigh was exhalted from her lips. She couldn't stay entombed in this little room. The very bones of her body ached, but it wasn't enough to keep her from her duty. Healing came naturally swift for her, yet often enough the process wasn't fast enough to her liking. Tonight was a perfect, if exasperating, example. The tips of her fingers tingled when she brushed them against the metal table. The ghosts of the house must visit this tiny, dark room often. The smooth surface was cool and smooth to the touch, like someone shined the table nightly. It was absurd, to say the least.
Blue had entered the hall and only walked three steps before the ghastly, chilling effect ran down her spine again. A slick coat of sweat trickled down the back of her neck. The frigid air enveloped her, cool arms to wrap around her body. Her stomach seemed to have squeezed into a knot as she realized whatever had come to inspect the intruder was standing terribly close behind her. Instincts told her to run, duty demanded that she look over her shoulder. A learning expirence must never be lost.
"The Juggernaut is not happy with you and Ryan at all.."
A feminine tone hissed in her ear, sounding nearly cheerful about this proclamation of hers. And yet again, the sound of her voice was so distorted and clouded by the strange and powerful aura that fogged the air, Blue was forced, if unconsciencly, to press against this new ghosts mind to understand the comment. A gasp followed, the aura withdrawing just the slightest.
"You should be careful doing that," it said, nearly whining like she was about to melt into tears. Blue finally turned, peering at a shocked and very naked Angry Princess. She looked hurt that Blue had touched her aura with mental fingers. The shimmering air about her open body seemed to have weakened, drawing in near the apparition.
"Sorry.." Blue whispered, believing momentarily that if she frightened this girl one of two things might result. Either she be attacked viciously and both end up harmed, or she might flee. Again she had to turn to the fact that these hallow souls flitting about were residing in the devil arms. Violence was aloft on the air, sustained by hellion emotions. The very walls of the house seemed to hold it's breath, awaiting for the clashes of the ghosts to break the silence. Nothing good could come of twelve very strong and very loatheful spirits occupying one house, and yet that was their choice. Perhaps that was the bait that lured Blue into the heart of the Glass Castle.
"Don't worry about it, it's not the first time i've been violated," she shrugged, sounding just a bit cynical as she toyed with the cherished butcher knife.
Blue furrowed her eyebrows, understanding, yet not at the same time. Was that what it felt like? A violation? How could someone take advantage of a ghost? A remnant of their life, a shadow of what once was, but no longer is. That was what she was instructed to believe, and it was a fine explanation. Something told her that she shouldn't mention it to this girl at the moment, however.
"Well, still..," Blue began, a bit stronger.
"No-no..it's still a pleasure to meet you, ya know, with the Jackel running around, it will be difficult for anyone, well, that is, anyone you would -like- to the meet, to catch even a glimpse of you..," Again she shrugged, toying with her knife still, her gaze wandered over Blue's shoulder.
"Why's that?" Blue inquired, cleary perplexed. The Jackel had only left her a couple of minutes ago, and already he had made things difficult for her.
"Well..ya know.." The princess's dark gaze seemed to bore into Blue's eyes, the black void felt ready to swallow her whole. A chilling sensation overcame her, not to forget the already frozen air that the ghoul emitted.
"No, not really.." Blue pushed her to answer the question, but it didn't seem like she was ready to give anything up. That was all she needed, a reluctant ghost to add to the already growing pile of headaches. A working Gift would be the solution, yet she didn't want to press upon her aura anymore than she already was. Now that was a contradiction. Hadn't she already ascertained that she couldn't violate an apparition? Blue mentally shook her head. The darkness wasn't playing the rules straight tonight.
"You should ask him.." The voice seemed weak again, like she was shrinking away. Her horridly deep gaze was no longer strong and consuming, but small, further away, almost. Blue had done it again, it seemed. She must have battered her mental walls black and blue without even realizing it,"But watch your back, like I said..the Juggernaut.."
The Angry Princess must have not been able to take the bruising effect of conversing with Blue any longer, she flickered out of view, reappearing and disappearing once again further down the hall.
A perferct waste of time. The girl had done nothing but given her a warning that was already cleary in the open. Blue had known that the massive apparition that had walked in on her and the Jackel would be loathsome from the Jackel expelling him from the scene. And what had she referred to him as? Ryan? So the psycotic soul had a name, how quaint. The shadows didn't often bestow gifts from early lives to the creepers of the night, yet these ghost's acted like it was typical, nothing special hiding under the bed there.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
[un.speci.al]
Shadows and darkness, Gods of the Umbra. The house was brimming with otherworldly escence. In every nook of this Castle of Glass was the familiar sense that she had been searching for. It was secretive, knowing, and sensual and how she loved it. Being a growing necromancer, outcasting from society wasn't rare. She felt that she could live in this broken house. Yet she was certain the current residents wouldn't appreciate more space being stolen from them.
Every hallway, every room, every closet, every bathroom had been inspected. Not another sign of a remnant had been spotted. Twelve free apparitions made residency here and only three had been caught sight of. Needless to say, yet again she had been betrayed by her gifts. Were they not attracted to her ethereal power? The darkness was hers to manipulate and yet it seemed canceled as soon as she stepped foot into the Glass House. It was frustrating, and she allowed herself to be lost in thought, struggling over this mystery, choosing a conviently placed seat to rest in.
A blanket of fog cloaked the floor at her feet. Rolling across the marble tile from unknown regions. Dark eyes blinked in surprise when realization hit her. Brilliantly, white light glowed around her feet that were consumed by the mist. Blue lent back into the chair, watching as the fog wafted over the floor in a thick layer. It was then, after the fog had completely hid the floor and the light reaction of Blue's skin was beginning to hurt her eyes that the Jackel appeared. Somehow Blue was suspicious that this wasn't a coincidence.
"You're sweet, all of this for me?" Blue absentmindedly motioned to the floor, referring to the fog that now drenched it. Ryan didn't budge from the middle of the floor, his dark gaze not wavering from Blue's own.
"I didn't know I was that important, do you do this often?" Blue blinked innocently, yet still no reaction from the apparition.
"Well, I don't know what you're trying to do, but if you'll be so kind as to excuse me, I need to find some of your friends before bed.."
Casually, she made her way out of the sitting room. Every step seemed to result in a thousand more goosebumps upon her skin. The bright glow around her ankles seemed to part the fog away as she waded through it, under the ever-vigilent gaze of the Jackel.
That manipulating bastard..
Blue walked about the house in a haze of red anger, searching haphazardly for ghouls. Not so much as a cool freeze caressed her skin as she stormed from one room to another, slamming doors and even tossing a chair or two about the place. He must be enjoying this, he must love to see her angered and that was why he was teasing her. The aire of darkness he wrapped about himself, he must think he's special, the haughty bastard.
Half aware of herself and her surroundings, she chose a room to lock herself in for the night. The whole building was aptly secure, she didn't expect a burgler would get far, yet a closed and locked door helped her feel safe and qualmed her nerves. Just to check, she glanced darkly at the door nob, yet nothing happened, just as she had expected. No door had ever kept her out, yet this house had nuetralized her usual Gifts. She huffed and twisted the lock. As soon as she released the door's handle, the atomsphere of the room dropped to the otherworldly cool, feeling nearly sensual. Quick eyes searched for signs of an apparition as she pressed herself against the door, thus not expecting to be propelled across the room by a force at her back.
Landing roughly upon her stomach at the foot of her bed, she was yet again lifted from the floor, yet only partially as her back was bowed against the edge of the bed, arcing as her head and upper body rested on the matress. White light flashed upon her skin, all over the front of her body. Blue was barely able to sit on her legs as the Jackel blinked in and out of view, leaning against her, he pushed his caged face against hers, licking a wet trail from her neck to her cheek before disappearing all together. Blue gaspsed from the sudden release. She wiped at the wetness he had left behind. It seemed a locked door couldn't keep him out, simply enough.
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[A.n.][Where did you all find the Jackels and the Torn Princes real names? Were they made up?]