i wanna heal your deepest scars - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: i wanna heal your deepest scars (/showthread.php?tid=3158) |
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- Talitha de le Poer - 08-21-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .talithatemplate strong {font:9pt Georgia; font-weight:bold; line-height:0.8em; letter-spacing:-1px;} </style> [/html] - Rachias Tears de Ame - 08-21-2008 [html]
- Talitha de le Poer - 08-22-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .talithatempakumu strong {color:white;} </style> http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Her hands scraped up some more sand and she quietly dumped it on top, all hopes of salvaging the castle she had carefully formed before fleeing. She coiled one of her legs up and kicked out, watching the sand smash down around her leg and feeling its cool caress. It made her shiver; it was too reminiscent. She pulled that leg quickly away from the damp sand and curled it under her once more, safe and dry, before the sound of her name made her jump. Normally she would have looked over at whoever was speaking, curious, but Talitha actually moved; the sound of her name sent a jolt through her body that shot her onto her feet and skipping several metres away from the coyote who spoke. For half a second the desire the scream welled up her throat and threatened to burst through. For half a second she wanted to get away. But it took that half of that second to realise that this was Rachias, not Andrezej, and she was relieved to know the different. The animalistic fear that lit her eyes was better than the death that usually lingered there, but not a lot better. Her thin tail whipped wildly behind her, but not in calm and content wags; it twitched here and there, showing her agitation as clear as if she wore a glowing sign on her head. But the recognition calmed her just a little bit; she drew her hands to her childish chest and held herself, but didn't make a move toward her aunt, in case it really was Andre in disguise. R-Rachias? Is that... You? You're back? Did you find Arkham's body? Help me... Save me from your psychopath of a brother... Please. She couldn't voice those thoughts, though; it had taken every bit of control for her to choke out as much as she had said. - Rachias Tears de Ame - 08-25-2008 [html]
- Talitha de le Poer - 08-26-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .talithatempakumu strong {color:white;} </style> http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Her ears twitched back, pressing lightly against her chocolate-y hair that layered down to her shoulders neatly, as if she actually worked on making it look that way. Fact was that it was naturally straight and fell like that; she really didn't do anything but wake up. The fear in her eyes slowly settled, submerging itself in the dark crimson and bringing all light with it. Her delicate little brow fell down over her eyes in a darker expression, but that was simply because she had reacted so badly to her own aunt. But this aunt was the blood of Andre; did that mean she would understand her brother's screwed up motivation? Maybe the Lykois were just like that, but nobody else she knew was even remotely like that. Him, she practically hissed, unable to say the name again. It was like some kind of mantra in her mind, and she was afraid she was gonna start chanting it if she said it too often, hiding from her own shadow because she would believe it was the one talking. Y-your brother, Rach, he's gonna come back for me. Which brother? Well, that was a mystery. Arkham was supposedly dead, and Andrezej hadn't been around in forever, so how easy was it to tell which brother? Not at all. But Rachias knew her siblings better than anyone and she trusted that her aunt could guess right away which one. - Rachias Tears de Ame - 08-26-2008 [html]
- Talitha de le Poer - 08-26-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .talithatempakumu strong {color:white;} </style> http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> She really didn't want to talk about it. She let herself be pulled into Rachias' comforting embrace, leaning gently into her aunt, but she didn't really want to speak the words on her tongue. They had been asked of her, and politeness fell forefront in her mind, but repeating the words — the fact that she didn't really know how to say what he had done — was not desirable at the moment. She breathed in deeply, her shoulders trembling as her thin body fought against her and made her want to cough as her bruised ribs protested. Maybe she would always be bruised and hurting; it would be the most horrible thing God had ever allowed happen to her. I-I don't know, she whispered, her tone breaking as tears slid across her bottom eyelid and threatened to overspill. H-he hit me a lot, and then he did... Something... Down by my legs. She didn't know what it was, what to make of it, only that it had been the worst experience she had ever had and it had managed to destroy her so completely. Even that couldn't be explained. A normally oblivious child might not have reacted in a similar fashion, but it wasn't necessarily the rape she was responding to. It had been the pain, the pain that increased, and the more fists to the back of the head and shoulders and wherever he could reach when she struggled. The blood that his bites had brought out of her fur, which she had washed out while crying to the sounds of her own screams in her head before Haku saw her in the morning. He didn't seem to have noticed that anything had happened to her, which she guessed was all for the better. At least her father didn't think that the Dahlia de Mai wolf had done anything; she had at least needed to clarify it with him. But now that other parties asked, Talitha couldn't really refuse them the answers they sought. - Rachias Tears de Ame - 08-26-2008 [html]
- Talitha de le Poer - 08-26-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .talithatempakumu strong {color:white;} </style> http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... ttable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> She lapsed into silence then, her svelte hands linking together in her lap as she was pulled in by her aunt. She was glad no more questions were being asked about the incident — how she'd love to just block the memory out and pretend it had never happened — but she knew even without everyone's concern, she would be left to listen to her own muted memories in fear. Maybe it would be a lifelong thing; maybe his hoarse voice would echo in her head for the rest of her existence, and she would never truly get away from him. She looked up into the knowing blue eyes of her aunt, hoping some of the reassurance there applied to her mental state. Yeah, she murmured. She had told Gabriel almost immediately after they had got home from the hostage exchange. She hadn't been able to tell if he'd been more angry than when he first saw her (and likely assumed everything was Haku's fault) or less, but either way, she didn't entirely want to know. She had never seen her father so absolutely livid, and could only imagine if the outcome had been worse. A gentle shiver licked its way slowly up her spine, sending tremors throughout her body; what would he have done if Haku had told him that his daughter had died in Dahlia de Mai? Okay. Thank you, Rach. Esper Hollow. She had no idea where it was, but it sounded like a nice kind of place. She would find it when she felt well enough to travel that far again, even though she dearly disliked going very far from home. The "again" caught her, however; she'd know Andre was an exile from Inferni, and was her dad's half brother and Rachias' blood brother, but she hadn't known he had hurt anyone else. What did he do before? she whispered, a last question before they likely would part ways. She felt a little better now than she had before, and as she looked at her dilapidated castle with the footprint in the side, she could almost feel the slightest relief radiating through her bones. - Rachias Tears de Ame - 08-31-2008 [html]
- Talitha de le Poer - 08-31-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .byrequiem strong {color:#bbc9df; font:9pt Georgia; font-weight:bold; line-height:1.0em; letter-spacing:-1px;} </style> http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/9204 ... oitcp7.png) #000 top no-repeat; color:#053377; font:9pt Georgia; line-height:1.0em; text-align:justify; padding:1.5em; padding-bottom:0.5em; padding-top:20em;"> [/html]
You live with Laurel? She perked up almost immediately; she wished she could see the gypsy man who played the banjo. She was even able to smile enough to make it reach her eyes at the sound of that place. She wouldn't forget the man, and she would most definitely visit Esper Hollow when she got the chance to, especially now that she knew Rachias was staying down there as well. I'll visit sometime, y-yeah. I wanna talk to Laurel again too. Infatuation, much? Even so, the subject turned back to the culprit and she cringed; he had tried to kill her? How had she now disowned him as her brother by then? Talitha lapsed into silence, unable to bring herself to comment on it. At least Gabriel hadn't allowed him to continue living as a clan member. Her life, he had informed her, was meant to have been ended when she was just a newborn; her mother had thwarted the juvenile delinquent then. Now, he was on the loose again and she was older; he would have to think differently, but he too was older and would be able to trap her much better with the experience. She knew she would have to watch her back. - Rachias Tears de Ame - 09-01-2008 [html]
- Talitha de le Poer - 09-04-2008 [html]<style type="text/css"> .byrequiem strong {color:#bbc9df; font:9pt Georgia; font-weight:bold; line-height:1.0em; letter-spacing:-1px;} </style> http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/9204 ... oitcp7.png) #000 top no-repeat; color:#053377; font:9pt Georgia; line-height:1.0em; text-align:justify; padding:1.5em; padding-bottom:0.5em; padding-top:20em;"> [/html]
Oh. She couldn't imagine her aunt playing instruments with the gypsy band anyway, but it would have been somewhat interesting to her if Rachias could show her how to play. It was wishful, she wouldn't lie, but at the same time she knew it wasn't likely. Her wandering attentions snapped back like a rubber band when the topic shot back to the leader of Esper Hollow, and for a moment she wondered if she was discovered. Not that there was anything to find out. Who's your dad? If Talitha was intending to go down to Esper Hollow at some point, even though her plans had halted at the word "go", she ought to find Rachias' father and wish him well in his recovery. The severity of everything, of course, bypassed the young Lykoi as easily as if she had been brushed off the shoulder of a human like a bug. She didn't know much of the Lykoi history, and so Laruku was a name she also wouldn't remember or find familiar. That being true, Talitha was likely not going to comprehend the name if it was given to her, but feigning like she knew who he was would help. She would probably know her great half-uncle (is that what he was?) when she saw him. The question then turned to a slightly brighter memory, one which she hadn't tried to repress in any manner. I was out in the spiderwoods— because she didn't remember the name of them at the moment, —and it started to rain, so I went into this shack that was just kinda there, and he was in there too. The rest, like hiding against his chest and sitting on a couch with him, could be left out. It might be a little creepy to think about. |