The Forgotten Disclaimor - Thirteen Ghosts is not (c) to me, but the story and Blue just so happen to be.
[Play Thing]
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[Fetish]
I watched a change in you
It's like you never had wings
Now you feel so alive
Desecrated, it was the perfect word to discribe her current state of mind. When the darkness had been tranquil, her mind in the lovely tide of serenity, all had been well. Placid waves had been what sustained her. But she had lost her composure. Lost it all thanks to the lovely rucus the Jackel had bespelled her with. He was maddening. An awful thing that occupied this wonderous house. A simple stain on the lovely glass that maintained the structure of the house. He was horrible to say the very least.
Blue had become lost in the sea of comforters upon the very bed that she had nearly not made it to thanks to the unforgiveable actions of the Jackel. Or actually, if she had allowed her musings to carry that far, she might have made it to the bed soley because of his help, and all that he might have had in mind. But she wasn't about to let her thoughts roam into the explicit area of her mind tonight. How could she? At any moment that morbid spirit might decide to have another round with her. Though she felt assured by the shadows that tonight wouldn't be interupted again.
She wasn't disturbed by his sensuous implications. It was lewd to even consider what was on his mind when he ran his tounge along her flesh. Her thoughts were maddening and sleep didn't seem any closer since she had climbed into bed. Supple sheets and downy comforters weren't dispelling the thoughts that clamoured around her head. The sensation of being licked by a ghost still tingled along the path that he had created. More than once she found her fingers tracing along the trail. Yet her mind stayed a blessed blank. A content white, contradicting the void that she typically imersed herself in.
This was where she stayed the entire night. It didn't surprise her when sleep never arrived. Though her body was tense with idea that at any moment an unwelcome visitor might enter the room, her mind lay silent. Hallow and unmolested.
When morning finally arced across the sky, dispersing the nightlife, Blue wasn't quite ready. Surely these incorporeal wraiths were nocturnal. So just maybe it would be safe to capture the elusive gift of sleep whilst they were simmered for the day.
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[Corvis Umbra]
My soul's worn thin
Beneath the shelter of obscurity, the gloom and umbrage had nurtured her soul. Beneath of the cover of darkness had she matured and her curiosity had led her by the hand to this place of the phantoms. Where they dead dance upon graves and throw all caution to the wind. This was like home to her, despite the fault that had followed. When Blue slipped back into the grasp of consciencness, her grudge was left upon her pillow. Relative peace seemed within reach on the falling crest of evening, when she had awoken. Light was falling away, and blessed darkness was creeping back into place.
The light rythem of rain lazily pelted the roof of glass. From where Blue stood, within the confines of the entrance of the house, she could peer directly upon and watch the hazy torrent hail upon the clear canopy. Her own wish to stay in the glass sanctuary banished her hatred for the jackel. She was back in the white void and blessed the serenity that crossed and covered her mind.
Yet it wasn't to last. An icy hand penetrated her placid state and she was launched back into an arctic atomsphere. Despite the benumbed air that seemed to have frozen inside her lungs, a seering heat lashed out from her shoulder where a wraiths hand had clamped down upon her. The sweltering warmth was effecting not only the appartent ghost, but her as well. To her astonishment, the pain didn't seem to be dislodging the hand upon her, and the agony was only growing for her.
Numb hands clawed at the foe, yet to no avail. Her distress brought her to her knees as fingers brushed against cold flesh with less and less vehemence. Starbursts were clouding her vision, the patter of the rain seemed further away, and the stale white of her mind seemed more sinister.
Her eyes were slipping closed, and conscienceness, more elusive. Yet when she found herself standing on the edge of life, the breath was knocked from her lungs. The door to the house was suddenly connected with her face. Something had flung her across the room, landing her neatly at the door. Escape. She was still alive, and there was still a chance to continue on. Now if only this door wasn't locked. If only her gifts were still alive under the curse that neutralized them. She could feel it, shimmering beneath the veil.
A wicked shriek reverbrated in her ears. Her breath fogged before her, and her fingers were a vivid blue. Behind her fallen form, Ryan stood over the Juggernaut, who was slowly regaining his composure. The massive wraith cradled one hand close to his body as he found his feet. The Jackel was close behind, watching him with belligerent eyes.
Blue crawled slowly closer to the decorative door, the first slid open, allowing her entrance, yet it was the second that she would have to attempt to persuade her passage through. Behind her, another scream rang clear through the room and in her ears. She tightly squeezed her eyes and found enough strength to pull her to the door. Sounds of destruction started up, hailing goosebumps along her skin as the temperature plummeted again. The very chair that she had sat in the night before sailed over her head, hammering into the wall and raining pieces of wood and plastic upon her back.
The tips of her toes and fingers tingled nearly painfully, yet she had made it to the door. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Though she wasn't naive enough to believe that the stay would pass without incident, she didn't believe that she wasn't capable of defending herself against these creatures. She expected clashes would arise, yet she also believed that the very aura she carried could manipulate them into being docile during her stay. This was the last thing she believed would happen, and here she was, making an agonizing and clearly painful journy, crawling for the door and hoping beyond belief that she could muster a Gift to open the door.
The clamoring violence behind her made an abrupt stop after one last excruciating scream. Her heart felt like it was striving to climb out of her throat. With the fight over, it might the winner could turn its attention to her. She didn't dare turn her gaze over her shoulder, but instead pressed her palm against the door. The caustic sensation lashed throughout her body as she swung all hope in uncovering the much desired Gift to release the lock and open the door. She buried herself into finding and utilizing this power, clawing through her mind at a nearly unbareable speed. Faster and faster, opening her minds doors and hoping to find the darkness of her strength.
Finally she found it and to her relief the door slid open. Bones and muscles ached from the exertion, yet still, the escape was not over. The frigid atomosphere had lifted just a little, but the intensity on her body of being watched and followed didn't leave. She was up on her hands and knees and attempting to stand to run, yet not five steps were taken before she toppled and down into the mud she fell. Rain water caused her clothing to cling to her body as mud caked the front of her body. She literally felt like writhing in pain, yet she knew well enough that it wouldn't expell her from the situation. The ache throughout her body had numbed her arms and legs, yet still she strived to stand, to run, to escape and leave this all behind.
The thump of her beating heart stopped when yet another icy hand grasped her shoulder. This time there was no glow, the nuetralizing effect of the house was behind her, yet it didn't stop her natural necromancer gifts anymore. She used this now to her advantage, creating shadowy fingers to lash out from her body, wrapping dark appendages around the offender, and tossed him away. How good it felt to have this release, to let the shadows that had been pent up inside her body free once more.
Exhaustion overwhelmed her, however. To just rest, to lay her head down, that was all she wanted. The power that she had created had drained her away, wrung her clean of strength. So worried she had been, how far did she throw the wraith? When..when would he be back? And just who had she attacked? Did it matter, though? They were the ones that had advanced upon her fallen and frail form.
Dark eyes closed when yet again frigid hands wrapped around her body. They grasped her torso and lifted her from the ground, and all Blue could do was groan in her defense. They cradled her in a wintry grasp against its chest. Blue's head lolled about, her eyes rolling back as rain caressed her face. The earth seemed so far away. Vision so blurred, sounds so muffled..and darkness, blessed unconsciencness. Would she die now?
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[Excess]
I cannot be forsaken, because I'm not the only one
She felt alive, vibrant beneath his skin. His dead and broken flesh. She made him feel real, part of the world once more. She was his, then. Not a living thing, but ethereal and vivid. Without the spirits defense, she felt so different from before. There was no anguished consiquence for touching her skin anymore, nothing keeping him from her, and he liked it like that. With the living and the dead entwined, the world seemed right once more. The ever-going existance of being alive in a world meant only for the living seemed bareable with a someone to share the agony with.
I don't want to see you alone down there
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[a.n.] I was tempted to leave Excess out, but i'm not entirely sadistic -all- the time. I'm thinking about Comedy for my next thirten ghosts appearence, eh? Angst and Comedy, my two favorite colors to work with. '
There was a lot of stuff I wanted to do, but didn't. So I might edit some things in it later, maybe, maybe not..Meet some more ghosts, which means more interaction between Blue and the Jackel,so..yeh? It would make Ryan's intentions a little more clear.. oki, i'm thinking to myself x.x[end of a.n./]
[Play Thing]
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[Fetish]
I watched a change in you
It's like you never had wings
Now you feel so alive
Desecrated, it was the perfect word to discribe her current state of mind. When the darkness had been tranquil, her mind in the lovely tide of serenity, all had been well. Placid waves had been what sustained her. But she had lost her composure. Lost it all thanks to the lovely rucus the Jackel had bespelled her with. He was maddening. An awful thing that occupied this wonderous house. A simple stain on the lovely glass that maintained the structure of the house. He was horrible to say the very least.
Blue had become lost in the sea of comforters upon the very bed that she had nearly not made it to thanks to the unforgiveable actions of the Jackel. Or actually, if she had allowed her musings to carry that far, she might have made it to the bed soley because of his help, and all that he might have had in mind. But she wasn't about to let her thoughts roam into the explicit area of her mind tonight. How could she? At any moment that morbid spirit might decide to have another round with her. Though she felt assured by the shadows that tonight wouldn't be interupted again.
She wasn't disturbed by his sensuous implications. It was lewd to even consider what was on his mind when he ran his tounge along her flesh. Her thoughts were maddening and sleep didn't seem any closer since she had climbed into bed. Supple sheets and downy comforters weren't dispelling the thoughts that clamoured around her head. The sensation of being licked by a ghost still tingled along the path that he had created. More than once she found her fingers tracing along the trail. Yet her mind stayed a blessed blank. A content white, contradicting the void that she typically imersed herself in.
This was where she stayed the entire night. It didn't surprise her when sleep never arrived. Though her body was tense with idea that at any moment an unwelcome visitor might enter the room, her mind lay silent. Hallow and unmolested.
When morning finally arced across the sky, dispersing the nightlife, Blue wasn't quite ready. Surely these incorporeal wraiths were nocturnal. So just maybe it would be safe to capture the elusive gift of sleep whilst they were simmered for the day.
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[Corvis Umbra]
My soul's worn thin
Beneath the shelter of obscurity, the gloom and umbrage had nurtured her soul. Beneath of the cover of darkness had she matured and her curiosity had led her by the hand to this place of the phantoms. Where they dead dance upon graves and throw all caution to the wind. This was like home to her, despite the fault that had followed. When Blue slipped back into the grasp of consciencness, her grudge was left upon her pillow. Relative peace seemed within reach on the falling crest of evening, when she had awoken. Light was falling away, and blessed darkness was creeping back into place.
The light rythem of rain lazily pelted the roof of glass. From where Blue stood, within the confines of the entrance of the house, she could peer directly upon and watch the hazy torrent hail upon the clear canopy. Her own wish to stay in the glass sanctuary banished her hatred for the jackel. She was back in the white void and blessed the serenity that crossed and covered her mind.
Yet it wasn't to last. An icy hand penetrated her placid state and she was launched back into an arctic atomsphere. Despite the benumbed air that seemed to have frozen inside her lungs, a seering heat lashed out from her shoulder where a wraiths hand had clamped down upon her. The sweltering warmth was effecting not only the appartent ghost, but her as well. To her astonishment, the pain didn't seem to be dislodging the hand upon her, and the agony was only growing for her.
Numb hands clawed at the foe, yet to no avail. Her distress brought her to her knees as fingers brushed against cold flesh with less and less vehemence. Starbursts were clouding her vision, the patter of the rain seemed further away, and the stale white of her mind seemed more sinister.
Her eyes were slipping closed, and conscienceness, more elusive. Yet when she found herself standing on the edge of life, the breath was knocked from her lungs. The door to the house was suddenly connected with her face. Something had flung her across the room, landing her neatly at the door. Escape. She was still alive, and there was still a chance to continue on. Now if only this door wasn't locked. If only her gifts were still alive under the curse that neutralized them. She could feel it, shimmering beneath the veil.
A wicked shriek reverbrated in her ears. Her breath fogged before her, and her fingers were a vivid blue. Behind her fallen form, Ryan stood over the Juggernaut, who was slowly regaining his composure. The massive wraith cradled one hand close to his body as he found his feet. The Jackel was close behind, watching him with belligerent eyes.
Blue crawled slowly closer to the decorative door, the first slid open, allowing her entrance, yet it was the second that she would have to attempt to persuade her passage through. Behind her, another scream rang clear through the room and in her ears. She tightly squeezed her eyes and found enough strength to pull her to the door. Sounds of destruction started up, hailing goosebumps along her skin as the temperature plummeted again. The very chair that she had sat in the night before sailed over her head, hammering into the wall and raining pieces of wood and plastic upon her back.
The tips of her toes and fingers tingled nearly painfully, yet she had made it to the door. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Though she wasn't naive enough to believe that the stay would pass without incident, she didn't believe that she wasn't capable of defending herself against these creatures. She expected clashes would arise, yet she also believed that the very aura she carried could manipulate them into being docile during her stay. This was the last thing she believed would happen, and here she was, making an agonizing and clearly painful journy, crawling for the door and hoping beyond belief that she could muster a Gift to open the door.
The clamoring violence behind her made an abrupt stop after one last excruciating scream. Her heart felt like it was striving to climb out of her throat. With the fight over, it might the winner could turn its attention to her. She didn't dare turn her gaze over her shoulder, but instead pressed her palm against the door. The caustic sensation lashed throughout her body as she swung all hope in uncovering the much desired Gift to release the lock and open the door. She buried herself into finding and utilizing this power, clawing through her mind at a nearly unbareable speed. Faster and faster, opening her minds doors and hoping to find the darkness of her strength.
Finally she found it and to her relief the door slid open. Bones and muscles ached from the exertion, yet still, the escape was not over. The frigid atomosphere had lifted just a little, but the intensity on her body of being watched and followed didn't leave. She was up on her hands and knees and attempting to stand to run, yet not five steps were taken before she toppled and down into the mud she fell. Rain water caused her clothing to cling to her body as mud caked the front of her body. She literally felt like writhing in pain, yet she knew well enough that it wouldn't expell her from the situation. The ache throughout her body had numbed her arms and legs, yet still she strived to stand, to run, to escape and leave this all behind.
The thump of her beating heart stopped when yet another icy hand grasped her shoulder. This time there was no glow, the nuetralizing effect of the house was behind her, yet it didn't stop her natural necromancer gifts anymore. She used this now to her advantage, creating shadowy fingers to lash out from her body, wrapping dark appendages around the offender, and tossed him away. How good it felt to have this release, to let the shadows that had been pent up inside her body free once more.
Exhaustion overwhelmed her, however. To just rest, to lay her head down, that was all she wanted. The power that she had created had drained her away, wrung her clean of strength. So worried she had been, how far did she throw the wraith? When..when would he be back? And just who had she attacked? Did it matter, though? They were the ones that had advanced upon her fallen and frail form.
Dark eyes closed when yet again frigid hands wrapped around her body. They grasped her torso and lifted her from the ground, and all Blue could do was groan in her defense. They cradled her in a wintry grasp against its chest. Blue's head lolled about, her eyes rolling back as rain caressed her face. The earth seemed so far away. Vision so blurred, sounds so muffled..and darkness, blessed unconsciencness. Would she die now?
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[Excess]
I cannot be forsaken, because I'm not the only one
She felt alive, vibrant beneath his skin. His dead and broken flesh. She made him feel real, part of the world once more. She was his, then. Not a living thing, but ethereal and vivid. Without the spirits defense, she felt so different from before. There was no anguished consiquence for touching her skin anymore, nothing keeping him from her, and he liked it like that. With the living and the dead entwined, the world seemed right once more. The ever-going existance of being alive in a world meant only for the living seemed bareable with a someone to share the agony with.
I don't want to see you alone down there
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[a.n.] I was tempted to leave Excess out, but i'm not entirely sadistic -all- the time. I'm thinking about Comedy for my next thirten ghosts appearence, eh? Angst and Comedy, my two favorite colors to work with. '
There was a lot of stuff I wanted to do, but didn't. So I might edit some things in it later, maybe, maybe not..Meet some more ghosts, which means more interaction between Blue and the Jackel,so..yeh? It would make Ryan's intentions a little more clear.. oki, i'm thinking to myself x.x[end of a.n./]