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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 5, 2009 14:37:58 GMT -5
Pravus couldn't hear Fino's footsteps, when was the last time he'd actually heard his Queen do anything. Was the voice in his head? Was his Queen in his head? Was everyone else right? The cat knew he'd always been different than everyone else. Had always been a. . . freak. He whirled around, a pained emotion flitting across his features when he saw Fino above the ground.
"Yeah?! And what do you think of me? I love you. . it hurts. It hurts me to love you when I don't even know if you're real!" His voice became higher and more unsteady as he finished speaking. A mad look entered his eyes, a little too much white showing around the sides. He gestured wildly around them before continuing.
"YOU LEFT ME. If you loved me you wouldn't have LEFT ME! All I had was YOU." Tears began to stream down his face and the feeling of them on human skin only irritated Pravus more. Such a weak form, so fitting for how he felt.
He sobbed out the next few words. "Are you even REAL!?" |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2009 14:45:23 GMT -5
Fino's expression became colder at the high-pitched, unsteady words that came out of Pravus, and the tears that eventually started to fall. He couldn't cry anymore. Not that he would have, but he didn't even have the capability. Yet another degree of separation.
"Oh, I'm real," the ghost told him in a frosty tone. "I'm real, and I'm here because I promised that I wouldn't leave. And here I am. And here I've been for the past few decades, stewing in my own boredom and your slow descent into... something. I don't know what. For that promise, I died and stayed, Pravus. I love you, so I stayed, and I lost something. I don't know what, but I know it's gone, and it's because I'm here. What are you doing to me, by staying here? Do you have any idea?"
A touch of steel had entered his voice and he glared, still just barely floating, locking eyes with the sobbing man.
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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 5, 2009 14:53:35 GMT -5
Pravus backed up, away from his Queen until his back hit the wall of the next turn in the hallway. He huddled in the corner for a moment, hunching as if to protect himself from some hurt. Some internal pain that was eating at him from the inside.
"You don't want to be here? I'm. . " His breathing became more ragged, his mind spinning and unsure what to think, what to do. The tears were almost gone, as quickly as they'd come, but the blankness in his voice was so much worse.
The cat sank slowly to the floor craddling his legs against himself and stared hauntingly at Fino. "I'm so sorry I . . I didn't mean. I shouldn't have. . shouldn't have been so selfish." He rocked a little now, imitating his movements on the bed only minutes ago.
"Selfish." He whispered, staring off in the opposite direction. |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2009 14:58:48 GMT -5
Fino's gaze remaining on him as he backed away, slowly going from hard to neutral before he looked away, glancing out a window. The sun shone right through him and left no shadow, only unblemished light on the marble floor below and behind him.
"I don't know what I want anymore," he said, continuing to stare at the gardens out the window. "If I wanted something before, I've forgotten. Except... I want you." His head snapped around and he stared at Pravus again, this time with intensity rather than cruelty. "That hasn't changed, even after all of these years. I don't think I would be here if it had changed. You're mine. I'm not letting that go. You're all that's mine, anymore. I have to follow you, and I will follow you, because you aren't going anywhere without me. Not anymore. I can't cast my own shadow. I've even lost that. Except, now, you are my shadow. Unless you've forgotten that. You are the only shadow I cast, the only acknowledgment of my presence and my passing. I don't know if there's somewhere else to go, but I know that I wasn't meant to stay here. And yet here I am."
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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 5, 2009 15:02:44 GMT -5
The cat sat on the floor, staring blankly away, but he listened closely. His Queen was his air, his breath, everything he needed. And here, his Queen needed something from him. Pravus looked up, a soft smile to his eyes now and tears hanging unshed at their edges.
"My Queen. . . I love you." The first tear rolled down his cheek again, but it was a gentle crying. Perhaps, if he could leave something for Xiven, do something for her, he was also capable of doing something for the one he loved so much. The only one that really meant everything to him.
"I never meant to cause you pain." His hands began to lift from the floor and he gently raised himself onto his knees, kneeling on the floor. He reached out to Fino. "Please. . one more kiss?" Pravus asked the last quietly, begging his Queen. He just wanted to make him happy. |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2009 15:12:07 GMT -5
If Fino ever needed reassurance that the man kneeling ahead belong to him, body and soul, this was it. He could practically see the tattered edges of the man's mind fluttering in the breeze with every tear and quiet word. He'd broken him so thoroughly while they were both alive...
He wondered what the feline was about to do. There were so many things he might attempt. "I don't think that's unreasonable," he agreed, lowering himself so that he barely hovered and moving over. He looked down at the man's tear-streaked face, gazing up at him with wide golden eyes, and leaned down to place a firm kiss on his lips. It was possessive, though brief. It would also look completely ridiculous, should anyone happen by. They normally kept such things to privacy due due to the strangeness.
"Whatever you're going to do," he whispered, ghostly face still near, "do it now."
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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 5, 2009 15:21:30 GMT -5
As Fino came closer Pravus' heart swelled and pounded harder against his ribs. He gently lowered his arms, eyes fluttering shut. A small mewling moan sounded in his throat when he felt the kiss upon his lips. He loved his Queen so much, he'd do anything for him. Anything.
His golden eyes opened and regarded Fino for the briefest of moments.
"Anything for you." He whispered back, breathily. Perhaps the scariest part he thought absently, was that he wasn't even afraid of what he was about to do. His heart, his soul, belonged to the man in front of him. Therefore it only made sense that he should give his heart literally to his Queen, to prove how much he loved him.
He shifted instantly to biped form, glinting claws upon his hands glaring in the light momentarily before they dove into his chest to rip at his still beating heart.
For you. . .
He thought momentarily before everything went dark. |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2009 16:23:00 GMT -5
It was fascinating, really, the lengths to which this man would go for him. Fino watched intently as Pravus shifted, reaching within himself to... Ah. Well, wasn't that a sweet gesture. He smiled fondly and reached out to stroke the feline's cheek before he fell to the ground. And then Serafino vanished. - - - - - *set slightly before Se's ascension to the throne* Lior jerked, his mind fleeing within itself as the reaper took hold of him. Someone was dying, or had just died, and he was on his way. He didn't realize until after he'd walked there, face blank, and stood for a few minutes just who had died. He had to actually come back to himself for a moment to realize that he was staring down at the corpse of... his papa. He almost gagged at the sight in front of him, except that he couldn't entirely muster the reaction, not with all he'd seen and done. Just the fact of who lay in front of him, blood slowly beginning to cool, was enough to send his mind into a sort of shock. Without thinking, he fell to his knees in front of the blood mess, right there against the wall of the residential hallway by many of the titled nobility's personal suite. His ability brought the man back to life, somehow healing the horrific wound he had suffered - or inflicted on himself, from the blood staining his hand - and restoring him to a physical health of five years prior. Of course, Serafino was still gone... |
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Post by Spiderfly on Mar 5, 2009 16:38:29 GMT -5
Everything that had been black only a moment before was suddenly blindingly white. Pravus had no sense of time, of how much had passed or where he'd gone. But he was sure that he had gone somewhere, and he had been happy. The cat gasped and clutched at his chest as he finally remembered his last act before he had passed. And now. . now he was back HERE. His eyes shot up, not registering that Lior was standing in front of him. Pravus was only aware that his Queen, his Fino was nowhere to be seen.
"FINNOOOOO." He screamed raggedly, finally turning his gaze to the winged male in front of him.
"You! WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
He lurched forwards, swiping at him. Spittle flying from his mouth as he screamed.
"Put me back, put me back you bastard! UNDO IT! PUT ME BACK!" He couldn't breathe, not without his Queen. |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 5, 2009 16:56:31 GMT -5
Lior jerked backwards, gasping in a combination of the aftereffects of the mental rush of pleasure and the sudden, jerking reaction of Pravus in front of him. "P-papa, no," he pleaded, something in his mind pushing at him, demanding that he take a part of this man's soul. He wouldn't be at peace until he did. He knew that after his ordeal with Treasa... his poor little angel. There was no way he could ignore the demand for that long this time.
The bereft man succeeded in swiping at his face, feline claws leaving bloody grooves that would have to be taken care of later. He cried out, one hand jerking upward to clutch his face, staring with huge eyes at the man in front of him. The insane, raving man who'd just torn out his own heart. Blood was everywhere. And there was about to be more.
Swallowing convulsively in revulsion at himself, the hand that wasn't clutching his face reached out to spear through Pravus's left eye, digging until they hooked on that insubstantial part of him that some would call his soul and pulled, removing a piece. He stumbled back with his 'prize', the piece that his ability and his other self demanded of him, staring in horror at the scene before him. He couldn't get a single word out. His throat felt closed.
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