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Post by acidgypsy on Mar 21, 2008 19:09:48 GMT
Maji woke to find herself back in the apartment; covered from head to toe in dust, blood, and Gaia knows what with the thick stench of mako premeating every thread and stitch on her body. Ugh. She was sick of that sharp alkaline smell. Wouldn't be surprising if the next time she even walked close to a mako reactor would result in a spontanious headache of epic proportions.
Feeling more dead than alive, she made a direct line to the shower; her footsteps hushed against the carpet despite her lack of silent movement.
The spray of hot water on her tired limbs was a welcome contrast to the stinging chill that had frequented the inside of the Mako reactor; it seemed no matter how much insulation she wore, those cold fingers of fear and anger always touched the centre of her being and anchored itself in the very marrow of her bones.
Slowly but surely the water sliding along her skin loosened the roots and twisted tendrils inflicted by the horrors witnessed in the strange twilight world underground, leaving the willowy huntress feeling lighter and considerably more serene.
"Don't worry 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing's gonna be all right~" [/i] Humming to herself, she towelled off and rifled through her bag of stuff for a tshirt and shorts; sorting her dirty clothes in one pile for the laundry before walking back out to the main room-- little beads of warm water clinging to her skin. Her multicolored eyes brightened after spotting Rikelus napping in a chair, a smirk curlign the corners of her lips a she ever-so-stealthily crossed the room and continued singing softly as she bent to nuzzle his cheek. For a SOLDIER, he was jst the most adorable thing when sleeping. Ironic.[/size][/center] |
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Post by rikelusdeverell on Mar 21, 2008 19:32:32 GMT
It wasn’t something that he enjoyed; it was a sense of duty. It was a defensive instinct that kept his mind free of the shackles that threatened to constrain his will, his own sanity, with the surge of a raging ocean. It was his way of bearing the responsibility that was placed on his shoulders the instant he clasped his fingers around that arm of the chair squeezing it before his eyes drifted openly lazily..It was his burden. Only he could carry it…but he passed it onto her too.
The marble floor shimmered like a diamond under his toes, the sound of the skin underneath his feet clicked slightly on the marble as he had discarded his boots heading towards the bathroom. His eyes fluttered and he caught a glance of her in the next room over, he pressed an ungloved hand lightly against his temple. His footsteps staggered slightly, as beads of sweet liquidfied the dried blood stuck to his bangs and caused a drop to trace it’s way down the side of his smooth face to his neck.
The sound of the handle squeaked as he started the cascade of hot water in the shower, he shut the door behind him discarding his clothes and stepped into the pearl colored shower putting a hand on the wall leaning forward glancing down at the drain watching the red swirl into a peppermint like pattern. A thunderous wave crashed in his mind, and the maelstrom that followed wasn’t pretty. All he could see is the darkness, and the screams, the fangs sinking into flesh, and the burning rage to be free from it’s prison. Free to take chaos in one hand and wield darkness in the other. He squeezed his hand tightly raising his hand loosening his grasp to run his fingers through once bloody locks of azure colored hair.
That voice replayed in his head again, “I suppose self exile is a way of atonement, if you're content with seeing the world crumble around you. Eh Deverell?”
“Go to hell.”
He spoke softly coughing a bit before a chuckle escaped his lips and he finished properly cleansing and drying himself off. He stood there silent, and motionless with a hand stretched out looking into the mirror; he didn’t see his reflection of course. He saw something else, something dark, he blinked putting his forehead against the counter before raising up and seeming himself this time. Perhaps he was starting to come apart at his seams and lose it. He exited the room tossing his torn and tattered clothing in the garbage and made his way into the bedroom where Maji was at and fell forward on the bed shutting his eyes. It was quite odd to see him in white; even if it was a ghostly hospital white because he had entered the room grabbed in white clothing like a patient would wear.
His hand was outstretched, and his feet arched as he twitched slightly tracing an index finger down the side of her forehead making his way to her cheek defining it’s prolific outline before ending his trail at the bottom of her chin. “You didn’t happen to catch the license plate of that chocobo tram that ran me over did you.” He chuckled slightly and lowly to himself nuzzling his face into the soft temper-pedic pillow to where he could see her out of one eye. He paused for a minute before speaking after a brief moment of silence had elapsed, "I'm glad I met you----Maji."
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Post by acidgypsy on Mar 22, 2008 22:49:10 GMT
((Apologies for shortness--very little Maji muse at the moment. x.x))
The willowy huntress cracked one eye open from where she lay spread-eagled on her back, feeling rested yet restless at the same time. Her lip curled as she closed her eyes again; soaking in the spidery tingling left behind by Rikelus' fingers lightly brushing her skin.
"Mmm-hmm. You'd better be. I've lost count how many times I've saved your sorry butt."
Her pearly whites flashed momentarily in a prolonged yawn; her patchwork irises glimmering under the dark raven black and scarlet hue of her bangs as she glanced at Rike again with one half-shut eye.
"But then again, I can't remember how many times you saved me. So I'm glad we met too."
Breathing out in a long sigh of contentment, Majidah flipped over on one side; cuddling close to Rike's chest after a moment of awkward hesitation. He always seemed to make her feel so...safe. She liked the feeling after spending most of her life dodging bullets or expecting so in even the most mundane activities. Heck, when she was still a rookie, she had this wierd idea that a criminal with a chaingun would pop out of her fridge every time she walked past.
Good times.
Her hair whispered softly against the pillow as she drifted off; her chest rising and falling slowly in an indication of a deep, healing sleep. [/center] |
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Post by rikelusdeverell on Mar 23, 2008 17:06:05 GMT
Two days later—
His eyes fluttered at the shutters as they opened on their own, it was precisely 1000 hours, and his valkyrie wielding death in one hand and her trademark middle finger in the other had remained him his arms the entire time. How long was he out, before he could ask Aimee cut in, “Rikelus, your wounds have healed completely, with the time elapsed being exactly forty eight hours total. You have no phone calls or appointments for the week. That is all..” he chuckled softly whispering, “Thank you…”
Rikelus walked over to the window using his index finger to pull down upon part of it, and his crimson red iris seemed locked on the outside dark, and gloomy view for a moment. Gallons of water seemingly covered the street from the storm that hadn’t lifted over three days. The blue sky seemed almost non existent under the veil of thunder and lightening.
There was no doubt that shadowy figures were running around tonight.
He groaned and lifted his shoulder moving it backwards and a sick popping noise was heard and he let out as sigh, as he went thought he motions of making a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Tonight was the first of many nights he had recovered and his tail was saved yet once again. His body had trace marks of his battles throughout he years in the form of scars and discoloration in some areas. It almost looked as if he hadn’t thought twice about battle by the looks of him.
As he was sipping on his cup of coffee his eyes glanced down, and he remembered a similar day to this day that he had in the war west. It was a meaningless war, everything about it. Still though he had very vivid dreams, flashbacks, and saw people who he had fought along side in Wutai. He wished he had a jumbled memory, it would be better than the vivid screams, and pain of sheer death and genocide on the battlefield. Anyone if exposed to rivers of torment and blood can find themselves becoming a monster.
"We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop if we were to stop…Eh. Rikelus..?"
"I suppose that’s one way of looking at it, Angeal..."
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Post by acidgypsy on Mar 23, 2008 20:50:12 GMT
Maji's eyes flickered lazily open as Rike pulled away, heavy with the last clinging tendrils of sleep. with a muted curse, she squinched her eyes tightly closed again and buried her face in the pillow; vainly grasping at the pleasant dream she had been having before wakefulness planted the proverbial boot in the rear and sent her hurtling into the daytime world.
Ugh. Sleeping pills. Where were they when you needed them?
"Dammit."
Reluctantly accepting her wakened state, she pushed herself up and oozed (Yes, 'oozed'. Getting up requires effort. Oozing does not.) off the side of the mattress to her knees, where she in turn got to her feet. rubbing at her eyes with the palm of one hand, she wandered out to the living room; stretching her lean frame with the lazy grace of a wild cat.
After her usual 'well-I'm-awake-might-as-well-act-it' routine with a lot of griping under her breath, she snuck up behind Rikelus and ruffled his hair from behind.
"Morning, Mr. Deverell. You haven't landed our butts in another troublesome mission while I was out, hopefully?"
Maji's lips parted in a mischievous smile, one shapely eyebrow quirked as she rested her forearm on his shoulder; tap-tapping a rhythm with her fingertips. She knew better than to ask about his thoughts-- usually they were either somewhat depressing (Much to her amusement), or some deep soul-searching theory that she didn't dare think about. In some aspects the SOLDIER was more a philosopher than a fighter.
Her stained-glass irises shifted from Rike's faraway face to the window, where she watched the rain pelt down in solid sheets of water; now and then frozen for a time by the strobing light of lightning arcing across the sky. [/center] |
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Post by rikelusdeverell on Mar 24, 2008 0:19:59 GMT
Rikelus glanced out the window into what looked to be a lone dark alley several meters down. A white albatross streaked across the sky from the alley without making any sounds. It glided across the wind before perching on wet peat gravel below causing what plumes of dust were left un the unscathed area to lift into the air effortlessly. A pair of loud motorcycles rang out and the rumbling of them coming down the street was heard along with the visible outpour of steam and fumes into the air whisking their way up past his window. Rikelus Deverell jumped slightly when she ruffled his hair and a cold breeze rushed through the corner of a nearby window pine and tickled his exposed skin causing him to shiver slightly. It was chilling, almost to the bone.
“Actually I was thinking about a little R&R. Ya’know something to get away from these looming storm clouds, and inclement weather. I had Costa De Sol in mind.” He quirked an eyebrow only to see her expressions change to that of a Cheshire cat. Her eyes where whiter than the Wutai clan when ShinRa had chased them down the hills of Da’Chaco to their deaths. A slight grimace was plastered across his smug expressions and he came to a realization, “You don’t have anything to pack do you…” He folded his arms across his chest expecting her to loom over him like a grumpy child and a chuckle escaped his lips.
“Looks like that means you can leave right about----.” Rikelus glanced down at his watch before looking up at her shrugging his shoulders, “Now.” He felt her hands leave his shoulder and the tapping stop immediately and he expected to be enthralled in a bear hug so the experienced Commodore had gracefully sat his coffee cup down on the counter pushing it aside.
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