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Post by Frank on Jan 18, 2010 18:05:26 GMT 10
The earth was cold and hard beneath Danny's feet. The air was filled with a chill that was unusual for this time of year, and for the first time since he had been turned Danny really felt it.It was the only constant, the only thingthat seemed real. Everything else was a blur. Everything else faded to grey in the depths of his mind. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to know. He didn't want this to be real, and it wasnt, it couldnt be.
This....this couldn't have happened. Not to him, not to Lanor.
No.
He had promised he would stay forever. Lanor didn't lie to him, wouldn't lie to him. That was how Danny knew that this all had to be a dream or.... Or what? ...or something. It just wasn't real.
Yet here he was. Surrounded by faces he couldn't see, in a place he didn't know, with his heart at his feet. He couldn't imagine how he looked right now. His eyes so blank, yet so full of sorrow. A silent pain was written all over his face, a pain that when looked upon,made others look away. They couldn't understand it. But they could feel it, coming off him in waves.
Agony. Part of him wanted to scream. Wanted to bawl. Wanted to run. And yet he just stood there. People moved around him silently. They didn't stop. They didn't offer comfort. They tried not to look at him. And so this pain swelled inside him. Like a beast he felt it begin to claw at his insides. At his stomach, his throat, his eyes. It tore him to pieces.
Growing.
Growing.
Endlessly, it began to consume him. It was taking over. And he just stood there.
The fire spilt forward. He felt it. He let it come. It tore from his throat. A cry of absolute agony. The people around him stopped passing by. They looked at him, oh, for once they looked at him as his very soul broke in two. As he fell. As he hit the ground on his hands and knees. As his fingers dug into the hard earth.As he cried for the life he had lost when he lost Lanor.
And as he stayed there, the essence of him pouring out for the world to see, all the rage and pain and sorrow manifested itself in the only way it could. In his mind his curse awakened, raised its head and set itself free. With it it carried every pain Danny had ever known.It reached out to touch everyone of those people around him, and he could not stop it. He was alone. He was helpless. He was already gone.
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Isabella Black
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Post by Isabella Black on Jan 18, 2010 19:40:45 GMT 10
It was always the hardest, to be standing at a funeral of a person you held a significant amount of connection with. That had meant something to you. It tore you apart. Took everything you ever thought about that person and showed you why, why you really would like to be the one dead, instead of that person.
She had known these people, talked with, laughed with. Shared problems and emotions with. The ones who were dead, had been once with them. Once a light apart of the world that they now found to be darkened, because they weren't there anymore. Now they were apart of the earth. Apart of something she wasn't and it sickened her that they had left her, had left them. It shattered every belief that somehow, maybe Isabella had dreamed it all.
That, maybe they were still alive. But all of that disappeared when she found herself standing at their funeral. Trying but failing, at pretending that this all was possibly not true.
Because it was true.
Isabella knew it in her tiny, beating heart. She had felt it run through every vein, every cell. Like a current, awakening her to it. Making her acknowledge it. Even if it hurt, like cruel agony bleeding into every crevasse in her structure. And that wasn't the worst of it.
The guilt knawed at her mind, while dark voices, whispered around her. This was why she had chosen to remain far from the service. The only one clanned in a black dress that was out the back. Out this far. Peering up at the two graves.
One for Lanor. The other for Evie.
Feeling every bit of the harsh chill, the taunting memories. Isabella could see, and feel Danny's pain. On top of her own. She could see all of them, hear their heart beats and the few that didn't own one. She knew they felt it too, the horrible ache, that threatened to swallow them whole. It was quite possibly the worst pain Isabella had ever felt in her young life. She didn't ever dream that she would become this close to someone, that she would be attending a funeral for them. Let alone be responsible for their deaths.
She had told herself not too, not after her own mother.
Isabella didn't know how to handle it.
How could she? When Evie had been like a sister?
How could she? When Lanor had been like a brother? Perfect for Danny and she had taken that away?
Nothing at all in the world was right. It always took everything away. It was always the same, nothing ever good lasted. Isabella knew this, and she damned well didn't like it. So why must she always stand and take it?
Narrowing her violet-red eyes, Isabella breathed in. Clarity filling her mind, as she knew what she had to do. What she had to become in order to take back what was taken. It lasted a second, but that was all Isabella needed.
That was all that was needed to start, what would likely be something monstrous.
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Loki Shadowmancer
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Post by Loki Shadowmancer on Jan 20, 2010 9:06:44 GMT 10
Loki's chest heaved a deep and heavy sigh. Her heart ached seeing Danny in such obvious pain and Isabella in her more hidden plight. The two that had died had meant alot to the both of them. She already had felt how much Lanor had meant to Danny and now she was feeling it again. The transferred emotion made her give up a sorrow of her own. She bowed her head beneath the overcast sky. The winds icy tendrils snaked around her body and lifted her silver hair. Behind her it fluttered out, almost like a cape.
An hand on her own forced her to look up, meet the concerned eyes of Azareal. He dipped his head toward her, so many meanings in that single, simple, gesture. By unspoken decision they parted temporarily. Azareal went to Isabellas side and laid a strong hand on her shoulder. He did not speak, his company was the comfort he offered.
Loki instead went to Danny. She dragged him to his feet and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Come, child" She dragged him away from the starers. This was not the first time she had comforted him since that day. Most days he visited her and Azareal. He never spoke . Always, he would just sit there. Azareal would speak to the boy in latin, his softly accented musical voice complimenting the language perfectly. Still, though, Danny would never respond. He would look at them with large, mournful eyes, occsionally nod, occasionally shake his head. Loki would know very little of what Azareal said.
She tightened her arm around him. So unusual for her it was, to offer such comfort. But this boy, and Isabella, they drew it from her now. Together they walked to where Isabella and Azareal stood. "Isabella, my dear" She greeted with a nod. She dropped her arm from around Danny's shoulders and instead turned her attention instead to the girl.
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Isabella Black
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Post by Isabella Black on Jan 20, 2010 14:15:01 GMT 10
"Isabella, my dear"
The words pushed through what not even the strong hold of Azareal could. The cage that surrounded her mind opened, to acknowledge that she was with Loki, Azareal and Danny. Their presence did nothing to her motionless state. She just couldn't stop the burning of raw, unstable poison flooding her mind. Driving what little reason she had far into the dark depths of her mind.
She shook her head at Loki, not daring to take her eyes off the graves. She didn't feel like she could, even if she had wanted too. In the corner of her left eye, she could picture Lelouch, his back turned to her as he watched Lanor's parents. Ridged in their appearance. Much like Isabella had been. The whole evening had gone, and still his parents didn't even utter a word to them. Who would? When they were responsible.
Finally, from what could be considered to have been the longest time standing, Isabella looked at Danny. Her expression completely blank, yet still the sadness bled through.
"I'm sorry" Her voice was but a whisper, dying out with each syllable. The massive intake of sorrow causing her voice to become nothing. Oddly though, they seemed to linger.
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Frank
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Post by Frank on Feb 22, 2010 20:33:53 GMT 10
Staggering into the familiar comfort of Loki's embrace, Danny felt his body relax enough to allow the curse to retract, to draw back towards him. He drew it about himself like a blanket, tucking the edges so that it touched none but himself. It was all the sense of mind he had, to do such a thing. It took such an effort. It shouldn't have. It had once been so easy to keep his mind in check.
His features were drawn, so much so, that he looked ill. The fact that he did not speak and was deathly pale only added to the effect. To human eyes, he looked as though he should be dead. He felt like they would be right to think such a thing.
Danny was thoughtlessly (for his mind could sustain no comprehensive thought) grateful for Loki's guide. He couldn't see. His eyes didn't work. Nothing really registered to him. That was why it was such a shock when Isabella's voice broke through the silence. He didn't know why she was saying sorry. He reached for her hand, intending to take it within his own. He saw no reason for her to apologise. She hadn't killed him. It was the only true thought that surfaced in his mind.
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Isabella Black
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Post by Isabella Black on Apr 5, 2010 15:45:24 GMT 10
His hand had caught hold of hers. Warmth that only another vampire could provide, encased around her small, seemingly fragile hand. It was such an unexpected thing, Isabella immediately forced herself not to pull her hand away. Like something scorching had touched her instead of Danny. The sick sensation of guilt washed over, attempting to smother her. Reminding her that it was still there, and wasn't going away. That was why she couldn't stand the thought of standing there any longer. In their company. The longer she stayed the less sane she felt herself becoming. The more she wanted to practice the rituals, raise the dead. Be doing something that cleared her mind from this, yet never completely from the whispers. It was tempting, but she wasn't ready, not yet.
Opening her lips, Isabella whispered something incoherent. Her eyes moving along the rows of people showing the once-thought, sickening thing as, emotion. Her dear friend Evie only had a couple of people morning her, it made it seem all the more disheartening. Isabella was finding it difficult to find the strength to fight against her own heart from crumbling up until it disappeared, so, Isabella gently moved away. Slipping her hand slowly away from Danny's. While she watched Lelouch leave. His stance graceful, although nothing could stop the slight slouch, as if his shoulders weighted a ton, and he couldn't bear it. The sadness, that had captured their hearts.
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Post by Loki Shadowmancer on Apr 6, 2010 20:10:39 GMT 10
Azareal's heart was heavier than he was accustomed to. He mourned for the pain of the children. So young. Such a burden. They should never have had to learn to carry the pain of death. Not at this age. And never when they had been immortally bound. Haud.
The four of them stood unusually close to each other, unusually far from the other mourners. Their involvement was obvious. Their attachment was known. Azareal drew closer to Loki. They shouldn't be here. Not while there were all these people, thinking in the tune of blame. To them, it was obvious that these four were the reason. That they were the ones who their anger and blame and sadness should be targeted at. Obvious.
Azareal wanted to leave. But Isabella needed to be here. Danny needed this. Without a word of his thoughts passing his lips he rested a hand on Loki's shoulder. Soon, she would need this too.
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Isabella Black
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Post by Isabella Black on Apr 7, 2010 16:10:03 GMT 10
With the disappearance of Lelouch, Isabella felt it best it time she left. She wasn't particularly liking the close contact. Isabella had never been one for closeness, she preferred people to keep to themselves. Although in times like this, Isabella could see the need for it. But there was only so much she could bear.
Silently, Isabella began to move away. Her footsteps light, yet her heart heavy. Maybe one day she'll wake up from the madness. Wake up and find this had all been a bad dream. Now she couldn't even begin to think of somehow comforting Lelouch. This aspect of being a mother was something Isabella failed at.
She just hoped Danny wouldn't see her retreat as something personal. She just couldn't stand there any longer.
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Frank
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Post by Frank on Apr 7, 2010 16:26:27 GMT 10
A great shaking breath dragged through Danny's lips as he watched Isabella leave. His chest heaved involunteraly. He couldn't understand why she had been sorry. Why she had dropped his hand. Why she was leaving.
His head bowed, he walked to Azareal, feeling the vampire ancient's eyes upon him for every one of the few steps he took. Stopping at his shoulder, Danny kept his eys on the ground and tugged at the hem of Azareal's jacket.
It was a child-like gesture, making Danny seem young again, a hard feat since he stood a head above Azareal and most everyone else. But in that simple movement he voiced to both of the lamia what he wanted. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be away from the memory, that everything he had ever had, everything he had been promised, was lying in pieces, shattered at his feet.
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Loki Shadowmancer
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Post by Loki Shadowmancer on Apr 7, 2010 16:41:55 GMT 10
Loki steered Danny away from the graveyard, an arm draped over his shoulder to guide him. Azareal stood on Danny's other side, his lips moving quickly, his voice like smoke. He was speaking in latin again. The words rose slowly over the three of them, curled gently around them, and then settled.
Without understanding, the words were soothing. Soft. Loki didn't wonder what Azareal said. She knew him well enough to guess, and guess the truth.
Danny's mouth was closed, as were his eyes. He was getting lost in that language. Loki wondered when Danny would speak again. For it was inevitable he would, even if he couldn't at the moment. She tightened her han on his shoulder momentarily, and his head lulled towards her, his eyes remaining closed. Until he could speak, she knew that Azareal would be able to speak for him.
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