she had disrobed, and she was waiting on the floor

China Rose Lykoi · 01-20-2011, 08:51 AM

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Perhaps the innocent should have possessed more guile; would a darker heart have slowed her descent to confusion? To momentary horror? There could be no disguising the grim weight that flowed so freely across delicate features. There would be no disguising - China had not been brought up that way. Perhaps she felt a momentary pang of loss, of mourning for the small budding flower of a relationship she had seeded within the boy. It was heartwrenching to see such hard work go to waste. But surely she could not hang onto him now - Not with the knowing?

Lapis Lazuli shifted like unsettled ripples, not old enough to hide the disarray she felt. Here was one who had attempted murder most vile - Murder of her Omi, the mother of all she was. In the hippie-girl's scattered mind, there was a melting of ideals; Kaena and the Earthmother, the Earthmother and Kaena. From their fertility had sprung all things, thus came their sacred nature. He, this not-yet-man, this boy on the cusp of freshly-torn monstrousity, had made gross his effort to take that all away from her.

Hatred should have bloomed, and fear, both the ripe and festering fruits of innocence cursed with wisdom. But China felt only a hollowness in her bones; In a shallow heartbeat, she considered that perhaps she had known this pearl of wisdom all along. By appearance they seemed less united by blood than any two strangers that perchance should meet. But his eyes told of his blood, each the thick red of crushed cherries. He was Itachi Lykoi, the Betrayer. He was Itachi Lykoi, the darkblood.

Her hand receded from it's delicate perch above his own. She felt colder now than she had before.

"Yes... Yes, of course," Vengeance should have been exacted. This was a cursed thing they had done, in many ways. The numbness shrouded her from intelligent pain. "... Are you going to hurt me?" The question was asked in a vague voice, and the girl found that she was not afraid of this thought. The worst hurt would only be done if Kaena, or Gabriel, were to find out about her insolence. She thought of the penance she had exacted from him now, and tried to concentrate on that, rather than how her traitorous blood had sung to his touch. "No one must know of this." A sudden whisper, to herself more than to him, but in it was buried a rasp of the power she had held over him that day. China was a child of the earth; She accepted death more readily than any.

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