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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 5:51:21 GMT
| A cage. Claustrophobia. Her skin burned as it touched cold metal. Blood clotted on her arms, too cold to do more than leak out at a sluggish pace. She could feel her breath waning. The candle-lit room began to fade… Nico blinks. She lifts one hand and rubs at the frozen tears gluing her eyelashes together. A sniffle disrupts her breathing and she sits forward. Leaning back over the park bench like it could snap her neck for her will not do anything but stuff up her nose. Her ice cream tips precariously forward as she leans. She clutches the waffle cone to her chest as if it will save her life. Giving the strawberry shortcake flavored scoop a disconsolate flick of the tongue, she sighs and shuts her eyes. It has been several months since the pink-haired female last touched Nova Athenian soil. Her legs ache and her bones are weary. There is a throbbing behind her eyes and in the center of her chest that she has not been able to shake. Sleep abandoned her all together some two weeks past, and it is getting hard to think. She is not sure why she came back to this place. All she wants to do was to sleep. To forget. TAGGED, @dusk WORDS, 211 &, outfit |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 4:03:34 GMT
I won’t ever leave your side again You can hate me, who had left you once I’ll try to endure it, I’ll be in pain, everything for you, oh you I won’t ever let go of this tightly held hand again You can hate me, who had made you cry and left you once I’ll remember it all, I’ll be in pain, for you, for you Don’t say that you can be happy without me I’ll be good to you, I won’t lose you, I’m right next to you Don’t leave, don’t turn around, I can’t let you go like this Even if you leave me like this, you can’t escape me Cause you are my destiny ★ It wasn't like him to go the theme park. It was too bright and flashy and faux-greek for his taste and his all-black ensemble only made that more obvious. But he was there all the same, snow like salt in his hair. Not many footprints marred the thin sheet of white on the ground, and warm bodies were a rarity. Most of the outdoor rides were closed for winter, making the park seem like a ghost town. Sometimes when he closes his eyes a flutter of pink flashes past his eyelids. Once in a while he'd let himself wonder what happened to her. He never comes up with a happy ending. That's why he almost misses her, a splotch of colour in a blank landscape. "No, just another weirdo with pink hair." Is what he thinks, but he still can't bring himself to walk away. Ice cream cones in the winter time. And then he catches her ruby eyes. Warmth floods his heart and pumps into his veins. It's a bioelectric surge. Before he can catch himself he's sprinting to her. He can't tell if he's happy or enraged. Maybe if he were smart he wouldn't grab her roughly by the shoulders and start to shake without regard. But he isn't that intelligent at all. "What the hell are you doing here?" He manages to gasp. "I thought you were dead!" He's practically screaming but there's nobody to hear except her. Her ice cream threatens to fall off the cone. @nico
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 6:10:03 GMT
| She is being shaken. Why? A word escapes her, a name, but it isn’t his. For the first time since that day, it isn’t his. “Dusk…?” Her voice sounds cracked, white noise as the snow falls. Nico reaches up and tangles her fingers in the stranger’s hair. It is soft and coal black. Dark as the sky at dusk. With a small noise, she presses her face into his shoulder. Her ice cream cone falls to the concrete below. She doesn’t care anymore that she’s being shaken. Some part of her deserves it, wants it. The familiar scents of leather, sweat, and musty old hotel rooms overwhelm her. “Dead?” she says. “No, I didn’t…”Her eyes shut tightly, her fingers cinching in Dusk’s hair. She tastes blood. She hears screams. Tears begin to fall down her cheeks, sticky and wet like half-melted ice cream. When did she start crying? When did she stop? Another small whimper breaks through her barrier, and she is sobbing. Holding on and letting go have never felt so good. This is the last, real, honest person on earth, she thinks. He is her last hope. “I-I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t know wher-where else to go. It loo-looked colorful a-and h-happy…A-a-and I…n-needed…h-h-happy…”TAGGED, @dusk WORDS, 209 &, outfit |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 21:40:53 GMT
I won’t ever leave your side again You can hate me, who had left you once I’ll try to endure it, I’ll be in pain, everything for you, oh you I won’t ever let go of this tightly held hand again You can hate me, who had made you cry and left you once I’ll remember it all, I’ll be in pain, for you, for you Don’t say that you can be happy without me I’ll be good to you, I won’t lose you, I’m right next to you Don’t leave, don’t turn around, I can’t let you go like this Even if you leave me like this, you can’t escape me Cause you are my destiny ★ "Nico." He replies, but his words are almost lost in the wind. She takes him by surprise when she grabs his hair and he's almost inclined to let her keep doing it. He moves away slightly, but the choice is taken away from him when he finds her head on his shoulder. Her ice cream lies forgotten on the ground. The Nico he met months ago would never let that happen. The sound of candy jumping in her pockets when she walked rang like bells in his mind and her weight accompanied the sound, familiar and soft. His words are choked by her sobs. Before he realizes what's happening she's crying in his arms. What had happened to her? The question sank into him while Nico inched ever closer and her grip ever stronger. He wants to ask, but he knows it's not the right time. In her sobbing he finds words, and they tell him too much. "Why are you saying sorry?" He mumbles, voice gruff. His hands find her back and her hair. He's pressing her to him, trying to be as comforting as she seemed to think he was. "I'll... buy you another one?" He offers, unsure if it'll help or if she'll just cry harder. It's the only thing he can think of. All of his anger had disintegrated into relief just knowing that she was back, but now he was worried. The stories she brought with her couldn't be good ones. @nico
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 2:02:41 GMT
| Don’t let go, she wants to say. Don’t let go, and I’m sorry. That was the only thing she could never say to him. I’m sorry I wanted to leave. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect myself. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I’m sorry I got you killed. The memories bring back new waves of pain, and Nico shudders in Dusk’s embrace. “I…I’m sorry for disappearing,” she finally manages. It is hard to extricate herself from him. She doesn’t want to let him go, afraid that he will disappear in a cloud of smoke and bullet casings. Half by reflex, one of her hands slips from his hair when she steps away and snares in the sleeve of his coat. Her gaze drops to the ice cream cone as he offers to buy her another, and she nods mutely. The sugar hadn’t helped before she’d dropped it, but she hadn’t taken more than a few licks. But instead, she finds herself saying: “Maybe hot chocolate,” and rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. “I can’t feel my hands.”TAGGED, @dusk WORDS, 183 &, outfit |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2013 4:03:58 GMT
I won’t ever leave your side again You can hate me, who had left you once I’ll try to endure it, I’ll be in pain, everything for you, oh you I won’t ever let go of this tightly held hand again You can hate me, who had made you cry and left you once I’ll remember it all, I’ll be in pain, for you, for you Don’t say that you can be happy without me I’ll be good to you, I won’t lose you, I’m right next to you Don’t leave, don’t turn around, I can’t let you go like this Even if you leave me like this, you can’t escape me Cause you are my destiny ★ Nico is shaking. He holds her tighter. Dusk doesn't know why, it's just instinct. He can feel her heartbeat bleeding through the layers they're wearing, too fast. He feels his own speeding up in response, but the moment slips away. He notices her hand gripping his sleeve, but he doesn't know what to do with it. He can't formulate a response to her apology. He only looks at her and her limp bones and the smile that's fallen off her face. "Hot.. chocolate?" Dusk's voice is questioning. He can't remember the last time he drank that. "I guess we can find some, but..." His eyes fall to her hand on his sleeve once again, pale and small and shivering. The fighter turns sharply away from her and grabs the appendage swiftly in his own. His feels his face colour almost immediately, but it's what anyone would have done. That's what he tells himself. Nico hadn't been joking, her hand was ice. "Now where the hell do they sell hot chocolate in this craphole?" He muttered, trying to distract himself from their linkage. @nico
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 3:59:02 GMT
| “I got my ice cream that way,” Nico says, trying to be helpful as she points towards the concessions stand. He turns violently from her. She is about to let him go when her hand falls into his. Her eyes immediately drop to their jointure, watching his fingers curl over hers even though she can’t feel it. It doesn’t seem real, but the smile on her face does, just for a second. Then he’s pulling her, and she’s following docilely. “What have you been…doing since I…left…?” she asks quietly while they walk. Small talk feels forced. Nico doesn’t even remember how long she’s been gone. It wasn’t snowing when she left—in fact it had been hot—so it must have been a while. Dusk’s life isn’t normal, but it’s more normal than hers, and maybe she’ll feel better listening to him. Maybe all he needs to do is talk. Maybe all she needs to do is talk. The silence is deafening. TAGGED, @dusk WORDS, 164 &, outfit |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 17:59:48 GMT
I won’t ever leave your side again You can hate me, who had left you once I’ll try to endure it, I’ll be in pain, everything for you, oh you I won’t ever let go of this tightly held hand again You can hate me, who had made you cry and left you once I’ll remember it all, I’ll be in pain, for you, for you Don’t say that you can be happy without me I’ll be good to you, I won’t lose you, I’m right next to you Don’t leave, don’t turn around, I can’t let you go like this Even if you leave me like this, you can’t escape me Cause you are my destiny ★ Dusk nodded in acknowledgement and led them in the direction of food. Soon enough he can smell popcorn and sugar in the air, so he knows they're getting close. He looks around a little more closely, beginning to grasp why she had been drawn to the amusement park, rather than any other random place. The overdone decorations and promises of laughter permeated even the path they were walking on. The serenity was only enhanced by the powder tufts of snow falling down on them. "I've been doing what I always do." He runs his free hand through his hair. "Fights, bars, fights in bars, home, repeat." The reality was that since she'd been gone Dusk had allowed himself to feel like he missed her presence, short-lived as it was. The air in the hotel sat stagnant once again. He couldn't stand it like he could before. As foolish and irrational as it was, he hoped that she would come back and brighten things up by accident. But the Nico he found couldn't even cheer herself up. The silence scared him. It didn't suit her. So he blurted out a stupid thing. "I saw you sometimes. In my dreams, I mean." He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. "Nothing weird! Just... There's the ice cream stand." He released her and ran off to the storefront to dig change out of his pockets and escape the weird atmosphere he'd just created. @nico
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 0:49:29 GMT
| Nico doesn’t stray far from Dusk, even when the bright colors do catch her attention. When before she would have jogged happily away at the slightest shimmer in the distance and come back squealing with balloons and overstuffed animals, now she just looks. It is more than looking sometimes. To someone who knows her, knows her work, she is scouting. She doesn’t think she ever stopped looking, and it hurts to know that even after all Niels did for her, she’s still afraid of being followed. This time, though, she won’t take any chances. Her hand clenches tighter in Dusk’s. “You’re okay,” she says, and the way she says it is almost more for herself than it is for him. But then he’s gone. Her hand feels painfully empty. She flexes her fingers, looks at them, folds her hand close to her chest. Once the shock subsides, the thought sets in that he’s gone for ice cream, not for hot chocolate. She should probably go find some. Probably. He won’t remember to get it if she doesn’t. He used to not remember his socks; she used to keep an extra pair when he went to fight. Standing on her toes, she shades her eyes and scans the area. Seconds later, she’s gone. TAGGED, @dusk WORDS, 213 &, outfit |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 7:02:17 GMT
I won’t ever leave your side again You can hate me, who had left you once I’ll try to endure it, I’ll be in pain, everything for you, oh you I won’t ever let go of this tightly held hand again You can hate me, who had made you cry and left you once I’ll remember it all, I’ll be in pain, for you, for you Don’t say that you can be happy without me I’ll be good to you, I won’t lose you, I’m right next to you Don’t leave, don’t turn around, I can’t let you go like this Even if you leave me like this, you can’t escape me Cause you are my destiny ★ He turns around, a rare smile on his face. But it dies upon his lips when he sees that only empty space occupies were she was. He's holding two cones in his hands. His first instinct is to drop them and start yelling, but that would be a waste of his change and perfectly cheerful ice cream. Instead he grits his teeth and scans the small crowd for a small girl with pink hair. At first, that is all he does. Five minutes later, he is screaming at a couple. "Have you seen my cat?!" They back away slowly as his attention is caught on a different man. "She's about-" He gestures wildly with his hands "this tall. Pink hair?" Ice cream drips onto his knuckles. " Ma'am? I'm looking for..."He is about to give up and unknowingly being watched by park security before he finds her, stumbling to the front of a line for hot chocolate. Hot chocolate. He had forgotten. Dusk breaks into a stumbling run to reach her, pushing people out of the way and attracting even more ire. "Nico!" He's screaming even though she's right in front of him trying to order a drink. He shoves the melting ice cream into her mouth and slaps a crinkled bill onto the counter after his hand is free. "Do you know how worried I was? I just- You can't just-." He can't find his footing and he feels the stares burrowing into his back. "You need to stop disappearing." He ends softly, relatively. At least he is not yelling any more. @nico
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 15:26:35 GMT
| Things are different now. Very different. Nico scuffs her feet as she stands in line and tries not to fidget too much, but it isn’t because of the energy anymore. In fact, she really just wants to lay down on the ground and not get up. She feels like a raw nerve around all of these people, every inch of her skin burning just by being close too close. Her lips twitch into a wary smile as she tiptoes to the front of the line. There used to be one person she didn’t have to try smiling for, and she’d trusted him with every party of her. Now he was gone. The smile threatens to fall, trembling a little. At the sound of someone screaming her name, she jumps and whips her head in the direction so hard her neck hurts. …Right…Niels might be gone, but Dusk is still there. She wants to smile for Dusk but it never makes it to her lips. Ice cream does instead, and a bewildered noise escapes her. She coughs and catches the cone with her hand, decadent cream smeared all around her mouth, and as she tries to lick it up, Dusk faces her again. He sounds like she feels. Hurt. Confused. Scared. She let her impulsivity kill the one person that mattered to her. She doesn’t want to do the same, doesn’t want to lose Dusk. “Sorry,” she whispers. “I meant to be right back. The perimeter was safe, and I just…” She trails off. Her shoulders stiffen; she is clutching the ice cream with white knuckles, and it’s a miracle her cone hasn’t broken. Pinning her gaze to the concrete, she steps numbly out of line so that she’s not in anyone’s way. Of course, five steps later she’s sitting on the ground, her hot chocolate forgotten on the counter and her fingers trembling as ice cream runs over them. “…Sorry….,” she says again. “I’ll stay put. Promise.”I don’t want you to go anywhere either.TAGGED, @dusk WORDS, 340 &, outfit |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 2:07:43 GMT
I won’t ever leave your side again You can hate me, who had left you once I’ll try to endure it, I’ll be in pain, everything for you, oh you I won’t ever let go of this tightly held hand again You can hate me, who had made you cry and left you once I’ll remember it all, I’ll be in pain, for you, for you Don’t say that you can be happy without me I’ll be good to you, I won’t lose you, I’m right next to you Don’t leave, don’t turn around, I can’t let you go like this Even if you leave me like this, you can’t escape me Cause you are my destiny ★ He didn't know what she was talking about, but he could finally grasp the corners of who she really was. Maybe she would allow him to piece it all together one day. She slips out of his reach and seems to just drop numbly onto the ground. Her memories seemed to be playing like a movie on the surface of her eyes. At that moment, Dusk thinks that maybe it's about time to leave the amusement park. It didn't seem like either of them were fit for the public eye. Instead of replying, he drops his ice cream cone and pries hers out of her hand. They drop to the floor, melting into concrete. The fighter scoops her up in his arms and starts carrying her as if they were getting married. "I think... we should go home."@nico
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 4:04:12 GMT
| By the time Nico surfaces from the mire of her memories, Dusk has already crossed half the amusement park. He is meters from the parking lot. Exchanging waffle cone for leather, her fingers knead uncertainly at his shoulders through his jacket. She is a cat searching for her place. Still, for a moment, then she leans into his chest and nestles into his embrace. There is something nice in how he carries her, like maybe he cares; his arms cradle her at shoulders and knees. No one ever carried her like this unless she was injured, and maybe that’s the case now, too, but that doesn’t stop her from dipping her head and pressing it gently into his collarbone. Pink hair spills out across his shoulder. Her lips purse, start to part, but no noise escapes her. She shuts her mouth and then her eyes. “I’d like that,” she finally says. “Home.”She can’t really remember ever having one. Her home used to be a person, but Dusks’ arms feel an awful lot like home, too. TAGGED, @dusk WORDS, 178 &, outfit |
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Post by MESSENGER on Jan 29, 2014 19:58:38 GMT
[attr="class","temps"]GOOD JOB PINN and REQUII each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread.
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