Post by Enki River on Aug 16, 2017 1:32:41 GMT
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He had long forgotten how the falling rays of the sun could make her hair look as if it was glowing in some kind of ethereal light. Each strand seemed to have a life of its own as they moved lightly from the small gust that came through the open window. Reaching up, he took hold of the tassels gently, rotating the fragile fibers too and fro to watch the colors change from gold, orange, to a shimmering red. His memory recalled the fresh scent of the berry shampoo she used to use when she was still among the living. There was so much he had forgotten and so much he tried to recall as he gazed up at the beautiful woman above him.
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Calloused hands moved away from the curtain of red to the tender skin of the specter that he knew she had to be. Yet, her skin felt so warm beneath his touch and equally tender. Not a single scar or blemish touched the sun kissed skin though he knew otherwise. She had scars, he couldn’t see and would not see until he took his own weapons to her undamaged skin. Certainly, this was his Goddess laughing at him, teasing him, and humiliating him even in his sleep. He didn’t care. Let her laugh if this was her only form of nightly entertainment. He could bare her taunts if it meant he could spend one night with the freckle faced water magi.
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Fingers danced across her skin, carefully drawing soft patterns even across the small golden scales that rested upon her hips His hands moved across her form until they finally came to rest on each side of her face. Holding her cheeks gently he smiled up at the woman he had lost when he was no more than eighteen years of age. He had been so naive at that time. If only he hadn’t been blinded by his love for her then she could've lived a happy life without him. He could've let her go before the Goddess had caught on, before he even realized the sin he was committing. Alas, as much as he wanted it he knew that was never going to happen. Even as she smiled down at him. Words came from her lips but he knew not what they said nor did he care. Her voice was long gone to him. He couldn’t recall the way she spoke, her pitch, or even her laugh.
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River smiled softly at her silently giggling form. “I can’t hear you, Aria.” Softly, the words came out as smooth as butter. His voice sounded like he remembered, soft, low, and whimsical. There was a hint of a southern accent mixed with his words but it was never offending to her, in fact she often called it, “cute.” While he couldn’t hear her, she certainly didn’t seem to be able to hear him either. She just kept talking and her hands followed. Huh, he had forgotten she was a rather animated woman. Dropping his hands from her face he placed them on her bare hips where their blankets barely hide her from his gaze.
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“I wish I could hear ya…” Sighing, Enki closed his eyes allowing his body to sink into the soft mattress. He only stirred when he felt his Aria rest her head against his own bare chest. Cracking one eye open he tilted his head up and over to meet her gaze. As always, she was smiling and spoke to him. Though he couldn’t hear her he could certainly read her lips. His heart fell out of his chest and crashed into the pit of his stomach so strongly he thought he would vomit. His throat closed around him leaving him breathless from such strong emotions that coursed through his veins. In a moment, his arms embraced her tightly with his face buried into her thick fiery hair. “I love you too, Aria. I really did love ya. I should've let ya go when I had the chance but I couldn’t. I ended up killing ya ‘cause I couldn’t let ya go...” His words came out far too fast and raw. This was just like his sister, Olivia. His love for her lead her to her death just like with Aria.
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When he actually put effort into something, when he actually gave more than two shits about someone, they left him. They died by the hands of others that he trusted or by his own. Either with words of hate or by brutal hands. He had learned the hard way it was best not to show himself to others. Not to grow attached, not to care, and certainly not to show any kind of positive emotion to another. It was best to remain indifferent. If he was indifferent then there was no chance he could lose them because he had never put forth the effort to care. It was much easier then.
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He didn’t want another Olivia and he didn’t want another Aria. His hands moved delicately through her locks as a way to comfort himself more than the now sleeping woman that was fading away with the sun. He would have to lose her again like he did every night she choose to visit him in his dreams. The hunter would rather not let her go and as hard as he tried to keep her next to him it always failed. By the rise of the moon she would be gone or worse, dead. Her blood would flow out of her body and onto him as a cruel reminder of his deed and to why his voice had been ripped away from him. Her skin would lose its warmth, the shine of her hair would deem and her once lively eyes would be nothing more than an empty husk. Her hands would never move with her storytelling.
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Enki closed his eyes tightly and when he opened them again he sighed. His room was in complete and utter darkness. His window was cracked open just enough to let a breeze into the room. His bedroom door was firmly closed and Aries, his loving familiar, rested soundlessly at the foot of his bed. With a light groan the mute pushed himself up into a sitting position with knees bent. Aries only stirred slightly but did not awaken from his rest. Enki rested his face in the palm of his hands and rubbed at his eyes.
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It was going to be one of those nights and he welcomed the familiar feeling of insomnia that often lead him to sleeping on Oliver’s sofa.
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ENTRY NUMBER ONE: DREAMSCAPE
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He had long forgotten how the falling rays of the sun could make her hair look as if it was glowing in some kind of ethereal light. Each strand seemed to have a life of its own as they moved lightly from the small gust that came through the open window. Reaching up, he took hold of the tassels gently, rotating the fragile fibers too and fro to watch the colors change from gold, orange, to a shimmering red. His memory recalled the fresh scent of the berry shampoo she used to use when she was still among the living. There was so much he had forgotten and so much he tried to recall as he gazed up at the beautiful woman above him.
[break][break]
Calloused hands moved away from the curtain of red to the tender skin of the specter that he knew she had to be. Yet, her skin felt so warm beneath his touch and equally tender. Not a single scar or blemish touched the sun kissed skin though he knew otherwise. She had scars, he couldn’t see and would not see until he took his own weapons to her undamaged skin. Certainly, this was his Goddess laughing at him, teasing him, and humiliating him even in his sleep. He didn’t care. Let her laugh if this was her only form of nightly entertainment. He could bare her taunts if it meant he could spend one night with the freckle faced water magi.
[break][break]
Fingers danced across her skin, carefully drawing soft patterns even across the small golden scales that rested upon her hips His hands moved across her form until they finally came to rest on each side of her face. Holding her cheeks gently he smiled up at the woman he had lost when he was no more than eighteen years of age. He had been so naive at that time. If only he hadn’t been blinded by his love for her then she could've lived a happy life without him. He could've let her go before the Goddess had caught on, before he even realized the sin he was committing. Alas, as much as he wanted it he knew that was never going to happen. Even as she smiled down at him. Words came from her lips but he knew not what they said nor did he care. Her voice was long gone to him. He couldn’t recall the way she spoke, her pitch, or even her laugh.
[break][break]
River smiled softly at her silently giggling form. “I can’t hear you, Aria.” Softly, the words came out as smooth as butter. His voice sounded like he remembered, soft, low, and whimsical. There was a hint of a southern accent mixed with his words but it was never offending to her, in fact she often called it, “cute.” While he couldn’t hear her, she certainly didn’t seem to be able to hear him either. She just kept talking and her hands followed. Huh, he had forgotten she was a rather animated woman. Dropping his hands from her face he placed them on her bare hips where their blankets barely hide her from his gaze.
[break][break]
“I wish I could hear ya…” Sighing, Enki closed his eyes allowing his body to sink into the soft mattress. He only stirred when he felt his Aria rest her head against his own bare chest. Cracking one eye open he tilted his head up and over to meet her gaze. As always, she was smiling and spoke to him. Though he couldn’t hear her he could certainly read her lips. His heart fell out of his chest and crashed into the pit of his stomach so strongly he thought he would vomit. His throat closed around him leaving him breathless from such strong emotions that coursed through his veins. In a moment, his arms embraced her tightly with his face buried into her thick fiery hair. “I love you too, Aria. I really did love ya. I should've let ya go when I had the chance but I couldn’t. I ended up killing ya ‘cause I couldn’t let ya go...” His words came out far too fast and raw. This was just like his sister, Olivia. His love for her lead her to her death just like with Aria.
[break][break]
When he actually put effort into something, when he actually gave more than two shits about someone, they left him. They died by the hands of others that he trusted or by his own. Either with words of hate or by brutal hands. He had learned the hard way it was best not to show himself to others. Not to grow attached, not to care, and certainly not to show any kind of positive emotion to another. It was best to remain indifferent. If he was indifferent then there was no chance he could lose them because he had never put forth the effort to care. It was much easier then.
[break][break]
He didn’t want another Olivia and he didn’t want another Aria. His hands moved delicately through her locks as a way to comfort himself more than the now sleeping woman that was fading away with the sun. He would have to lose her again like he did every night she choose to visit him in his dreams. The hunter would rather not let her go and as hard as he tried to keep her next to him it always failed. By the rise of the moon she would be gone or worse, dead. Her blood would flow out of her body and onto him as a cruel reminder of his deed and to why his voice had been ripped away from him. Her skin would lose its warmth, the shine of her hair would deem and her once lively eyes would be nothing more than an empty husk. Her hands would never move with her storytelling.
[break][break]
Enki closed his eyes tightly and when he opened them again he sighed. His room was in complete and utter darkness. His window was cracked open just enough to let a breeze into the room. His bedroom door was firmly closed and Aries, his loving familiar, rested soundlessly at the foot of his bed. With a light groan the mute pushed himself up into a sitting position with knees bent. Aries only stirred slightly but did not awaken from his rest. Enki rested his face in the palm of his hands and rubbed at his eyes.
[break][break]
It was going to be one of those nights and he welcomed the familiar feeling of insomnia that often lead him to sleeping on Oliver’s sofa.
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deltra of gangnam style
