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- Itachi Lykoi - 02-16-2011 [html] 300+ It could mean everything and nothing. A brief moment had passed, at the rare lines softening his face were slowly dwindling, starting with sunset and falling through the whiter shades of pale until all that were left was that usual gravity. The alien pressure against his forehead remained, but it was a given that accessories required some getting used to. Resisting the urge to fiddle with the cloth tied around his head, the male let dark gray claws inherited from both parents to click together softly, fingers almost ungraceful as they lay in his lap. Possibilities lingered, but he was not an aggressive being. He knew well that he could always rise and take what he desired by force—or try to at the very least, but strong urges would have to rise to force his hand in such a way.
Instead, he allowed her blushing fingertips to explore his young face, letting lids hood the eyes adorned with ruby depths. Visual change withheld at the gentle tones carrying her message. They had both conjured their beliefs of one another, and he was not about to change any current. The traitor Lykoi would never be a main protagonist in her presence, for she seemed to be a creature born in the role of the leading lady. Itachi knew the shades coating his spirits, and said nothing. Her figure shifted and he responded, allowing her to seek closer to warmth he supposed it was possible her willowy form required. He could give her anything she wanted as long as he was willing to give it away.
Some of the words uttered held truth he could agree with, and inspired crimson eyes sprayed with artist’s purple to travel into what could seem an endless emptiness. He thought about flying and the papery ruffle of wings. Perhaps this could be one reason why he did not mind this filly’s presence when he rejected the rest; she did not seek to own his being. She seemed to grasp the fact that no illusion of debt could grant him loyalty unless it was willingly given. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-18-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table © Sie She allowed him to hold her, and he allowed her to be held. It was a fragile balance of trust and insecurity, that made her press for more contact while withdrawing from the needs that curled within her belly. She could offer him many things, and perhaps he could take them, regardless of an offer. But that was the dark side of the street - That was the world she did not know and did not contemplate, the world that would suck the color from her summerworld and the sweetness from her songbird's voice. That darkness, the one that lingered within the cold and unknown cavities of his heart, were invisible to the lightened chambers of her own. Only the dark stains that shrivelled blooming organ walls, where his fingers had seemingly reached through quivering flesh and the cage of her ribs to touch her heart, could sense the ill ease within his tentative hold.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 02-18-2011 [html] -- The sensation of the fairy princess’ warmth against his was, as always, temporarily at best, but it made the boy able to appreciate the brief physical contact to a greater degree. Nothing could last forever, and everything beautiful was flammable. The to-be woman in his arms had breathed fire into his veins once, and he ought to seek guidance for those embers again while he had her, though of course, he remained different from most males at his age. Why reach further when acceptable contentment already rested in his hands? She was a thief, but he was willing to share bodily warmth, for he did not lack it.
And then it ended, sooner than even he had expected. But there was no manuscript the two young ones could follow, and the son of Inferni let the silvery songbird go, though she did not fly away as he so boldly expected. Sunset gems rested on her feminine form; fluid even in her stillness amongst white. Perhaps his face revealed open curiosity to where that hand wished to lead him, but he was beyond the point of hesitation while under her gentle, deviant spell. The lanky form dressed in blonde shades shifted, and a pale hand met the one dressed in soft blush.
Curiosity killed the cat, and the boy was no older than these short months of life he had experienced. For now, he would grant her another wish. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-18-2011 [html] Word Count → 5+ :: table © Sie His warm palm - fake warmth, for if she was to be the pale sunlight then he was the shadows, the dark feathers shapes that rustled in one's haunted peripheral vision - met her own without hesitation. He spoiled her with his attentions, so withheld from any other, and she lapped it up with the ungrateful joy of one who is unaware of the rareness they possess. The second gold fingers had entwined with blushing tan, the girl had pulled him to his feet, and headed towards the forest.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 02-18-2011 [html] 300+ She was the sunshine travelling on top of the ripples on a dancing sea, and he followed; deep earth steadily following. They were day and night, and he, unable to cherish the beauty of light, followed regardless, finding this sunshine creature strangely refreshing after eternities spent in darkness. The girl inhabited temporary loyalty, and always would she return once she disappeared into the thickening forest. The expression so many considered cold forever lingered on the young male’s face, but the silvery songbird had learned to fill his silence with her song, and it was strange how the two opposites could find such harmony. Never had the traitor child considered such a possibility, and now he would never doubt it.
The fae was a worthy mortal with eyes of a child; she had kept her ability to love the world she had been born to when so many settled into indifference. Like he. The outcast Lykoi’s eyes trailed the enthusiastic shadow of silver and desert sand, but he could not see what she saw. It did not make him unable to appreciate what the girl intended to show him, for he harvested glee from her youthful awe.
Steps slowed as they reached a different scene, where early buds of colours had risen from white with hunger for the slowly changing sun. His songbird fell away from him; driven by this premature life blooming in a world of death. Her world contradicted his, for to him this world could not be further from paradise. But one could ponder, for the girl’s gentle heart could not have survived such a dimension; so far from grace. What was he? The boy caught between two worlds; heaven and hell. There was life peeking out between blushing palms. Sunset eyes did not graze the flora as much as they grazed her, for it was in her face he could see everything reflected. Even in the very depths of his core he could feel the slight blossoming warmth.
Itachi’s optime form crouched down beside the awed songbird, and he too shuffled away layers of white, and was rewarded with vivid gold. Depths of crimson appreciated the change of colour, and the boy was inspired to lay his gaze on his songbird again, placing that gentle, perhaps not-so-rare-after-all smile onto his silent lips. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-18-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table © Sie The boy was obliging; Willing to fulfil her fancy for now, for it seemed that it suited him to see her happiness. Maybe he would recognise it as an emotion he was absent of, and one she had an abundance of to share, if he was willing to sap it dry from lively cerulean orbs.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 02-19-2011 [html] Durrrr :| 300+ The girl belonged less in Inferni than he had. The boy’s eyes waited and watched, and she remained different from everything he knew. The way her silvery shape danced and moved; the way she spoke and laughed. It appealed to him, though he did wonder why this was. Everything was temporary, and the colourful buds nestled in the girl’s palms would wither and die. But it did not seem to matter to her, for she had the ability to cherish that short lifespan.
Ears perked at her words, and he felt his cheek lightly against the blushing palm that again had risen to offer touch. ”Oh?” It should not be necessary for him to understand. And again, touch was gone and she rose to turn her spirited attention to the elderly tree. How could simple flora remind someone of another individual? Wine red stare fell at the revealed field of yellow, but flowers could not talk. They merely existed, leaning toward the sun until their beauty was no longer.
Her next flow of words did make some sense—was that how she saw him? A lonely, resilient creature braving the cold? His life was the result of the choices he had made and that was how he wanted it to be. As he too rose, he was met by a most peculiar request. They were met by genuine, unaltered laughter, and it took a moment for the boy to realize that it was his. How was it that she continued to reveal sides of him that even he had not been aware of? But the boy’s mind was not as clear as it should be, for the drugs had travelled through the walls of his lungs and filled his blood with the cotton-like calm.
Even his smile seemed to fit on his lips, and how could he say no? Why not? His mind was taken aback, but the idea was not as horrible as he would have found it in a different setting. He had nothing to prove to her. A pale hand slowly reached out for her, and he stepped closer, unaware of the foreign warmth spilling into blushing orbs. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-20-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table © Sie Her request was met by the most startling sound. The girl's fluid pose changed - hesitated, sharpened around its blurry edges. Was that? His laughter lit fire in her belly, and warmed the cold air around the maiden. Such a strange sound, so perfectly formed that surely it could belong to no mortal creature.
.china-txtbutterfly-box {background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2011f ... raldic.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:185px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-txtbutterfly {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-txtbutterfly .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-txtbutterfly .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .china-txtbutterfly p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-txtbutterfly b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 02-20-2011 [html] -- Misplaced, of course, for he knew not what he was doing. But the young male would not let that discourage him. She had asked and would have to take some responsibility as well. What mattered would be what they made out of it. The songbird knew what she wanted, and rearranged his hands and placed them where she thought they belonged. As always, he let her. Ruby traced the placement of his hands before he looked up to her finely sculpted face and the lovely shaded blues of her eyes. She was a blossoming beauty, but that was not what made her so delicate and intriguing.
Gentle fingers buried in his blonde mane, and his smile continued to live and breathe. The gentle, yet so simple melody her throat hummed seemed most suited for the surrounding scene, and he followed her light guidance, finding it pleasant. The traitor Lykoi did not find this odd, because the girl knew how to work her magic. He would not want it otherwise, and half lidded eyes remained on her face as they slowly moved. Itachi could not remember anything like this from his months as a clan member. How come she had not arrived into his life before recently? Things would have been different then, but would they have been as good as they were right now? Was he biased?
”I like you,” he revealed, tones hushed as they would be when someone admitted a secret. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-21-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table style © Sie Perhaps the girl would never realise how rare the moments she shared with him were. In her company, the boy was no more a murderer than her own self; China's mind had long since buried that hatchet. The assumption of misinterpretation had taken its place. Itachi Lykoi was not the monster her grandmother had made him out to be - He could not be. Kaena herself had been very attached to the youth. There simply must have been a misunderstanding, because the boy she currently held in her arms was as docile as a lamb, as placated and wonderful as her mind would continue to forge him to be.
.china-x02-box {background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... asmall.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-x02 {font-family:arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-x02 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-x02 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-size:14px;} .china-x02 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-x02 b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 02-25-2011 [html] Short and bad, but my brain is a dead place today. It was a simple fact revealed, and it was a safe thing to admit. Everything ended eventually, but he had felt the desire to tell her nevertheless. The silver songbird with her blush splattered cheeks did not have to be aware of the special treatment she was granted. No, she did not need to know a thing. However, the strain that suddenly was suddenly found, disturbing her lovely elegance. As so often, her response was to offer him a flowery smile. The boy had received a few of them, lately. Did he treasure it enough?
What could her “eventually” mean? Itachi was not curious enough to wonder, for he could so easily distance himself on will. It would do no good to ponder and dream. Muzzle wrinkled automatically as she placed her canine kiss on his nose. But what good could music and forbidden kisses do for the world? If she sought a physical response from him, she would find herself disappointed. But he did not adjust his smile and turn it sour; instead allowed it to remain as he wondered about the thoughts in her head. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 02-27-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table style © Sie Time was slipping away from her, and with it, so would he.
.china-x02-box {background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... asmall.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-x02 {font-family:arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-x02 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-x02 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-size:14px;} .china-x02 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-x02 b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 03-07-2011 [html] 300+
Life was fleeting and swift; a pulsing being that eventually would be swallowed by the darkness so many feared the older they became with age. Perhaps it was his youth that gave him idealistic perspectives, but they remained different from the normal kind of dreams. There was nothing he wanted to accomplish in life before it was taken away. Itachi lived and breathed, taking each and every day as it came without interest of the future. That was why there was a death sentence hanging above his golden hues. The angel had revealed its wings of dark ink, and the glorious prince had fallen deep from grace. But there would be a world beyond hell. Itachi had the patience to wait forever to reach it.
But even here there were simple joys that could be found, even while not looking. Itachi had not searched for this girl to breathe magic into his black and white existence. The prince of betrayal did not require colours, but that was not to say that he did not appreciate the gifts she had brought to him. It was merely temporary. While older than he, she too was too young to be held responsible for her foolish act. Soon she would open those eggshell blue eyes of hers and see him as the flawed creature he was. She knew the facts, but what she did to overlook them was a mystery to him, for the two of them were not alike. She owned a kind and loving nature and he did not.
She leaned against her chest, and he wondered if she could feel the presence of the pollution in his heart. Much went on within the girl according to her words. To Itachi life was so much simpler. Whether or not he would connect to his wolf home was something that could only be revealed with enough time. There was no need for a specific, adjusted home as long as he survived. That was the sole reason why he had fled to the mountains and been part of Anathema’s creation. He had been much too young to become a lonely wanderer then. And how could the girl feel trapped with no solid walls keeping her imprisoned? He believed he knew what she was saying, but it was difficult for him to see things from her point of view.
”Leave and be free,” he said, simple and straight forward as one would expect from a flawed being such as he. Itachi did not understand that blood was thicker than water. He had no family. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 03-09-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table style © Sie She had known he wouldn't comprehend, but to hear the boy utter such an oblivious statement was disappointing, regardless. Perhaps she had hoped that his inherent depth of thinking would perceive the words she did not say, but that was the ridiculous dream of all fools, and one that would quickly be abolished. She did not reply, but listened a moment more to the rhythmic pounding of his heart - Could she tell the color of it by sound alone? Did she know that without sight, his blood was black, made so by the hollowness within him? No, she could not, for she was a mortal thing. She was a songbird, and saw only the notes in his voice, the gentle harmony of his bleeding eyes.
.china-x02-box {background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... asmall.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:146px; height:200px; float:right; margin:3px; } .china-x02 {font-family:arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .china-x02 .ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:justify;} .china-x02 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; font-size:14px;} .china-x02 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .china-x02 b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Itachi Lykoi - 03-10-2011 [html] 300+
Certain matters would never be as clear to others as they were to him. But it was his flaws that had given him strength to break out of a potential jail. He could not fly, but he soared nevertheless. His was an egocentric world; one he did not have to share with others unless it was his choice to do so. He could turn his back on this girl in an instant, and his hands would not look all that red to him. It was not the boy’s fault that his blood was flawed, but it did not make him less of a monster. This was not innocence born from sin. No, he naturally wore the colours of his parents; held a cruelty similar to a mindless beast that had been set on destroying the world.
Itachi did not have such great plans, but he was capable of similar deeds if he managed to access a logic strong enough to support such a choice. But no, not now. Mind did not loom with such faulty thoughts when the songbird was near. The silvery canine did not respond, but the boy brushed the lack of response away. She just did not see the exit as easily as he did. The bonds trapping her were not his, so there was no possibility to relate. Her day was at an end, and she spoke the introduction to her departure and shied away from the shallow warmth he could offer. They could dance and dream themselves away, but it did not change a thing. Why would they want to fool themselves?
A belated nod was given. Songbirds fled from approaching darkness, for they belonged in the light. He was a carnivore, well suited for the night that was about to come. While others fled he remained, stalking the darkness in search of his soul. ”Then it is time for you to run away,” he mumbled, supporting what was about to happen. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 03-17-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table style © Sie Her words seemed to provoke that infuriating nothingness from the boy. Dopey, lingering satisfaction drained from her veins and dripped down, soaked up by the chilled and hungry earth. She had been so connected to that earth once - A child of the mother, a kin of the sacred womb of life. How nature had betrayed her with its falseness! She could smoke the weed more and more, but that sense of belonging and contentment, that sense of love, it faded more each day.
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But there did not have to be conflict within a soul. Then again, it was so easy for him to follow the gentle tide and rest on the gentle, curved waves of the inevitable. The world did not have to be all that complicated, but it depended on the creature that viewed it, and China suffered while Itachi was free. But she was the silvery songbird that was supposed to soar, but she had the key to her own prison. How could she sing anything.
But her words now sowed doubt into his being, and his stillness could compete with the soulless rock making the earth. But layers of plates moved beneath their feet, and even Itachi could be thrown into earthquakes if the situation offered it. He was far from invincible, though his foolish ideas of superiority would remain. Why would the girl chase after a tainted shadow; a manifest of everything that repulsed her. She was a beautiful girl, but she knew the end as well as he did. The fallen prince did not believe the two of them were meant to co-exist.
Why did that make her angry? She flourished, but he was already withered and dying, leaning towards earth instead of the sun’s gentle gaze. He could live with anger and resentment as long as there was acceptance. ”There’s nothing for you here.” But was he truly empty as his unmoving rubies suggested? Pain too could be beautiful, but rarely did he appreciate its melancholic taste. The girl had tasted of summer, and now he was left in the darkness. But that was where he belonged. Perhaps he wished she could reach out and save him, but he did not believe he had such an option. Not anymore. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 03-17-2011 [html] Word Count → 3+ :: table style © Sie She thought that maybe she knew him now. It could have been delusion, but the girl swore she saw the shades of ruby shifting, deep platonic plates grinding and sliding and changing - Always changing. Could she deceive herself with thoughts of connection? Where her hands lingered on his golden pelt, the touch was warm, warm enough to temporarily stave off the cold of the oncoming night. But she would require more than just that warmth; The dark hours thirsted for her, and the silver songbird would require a guardian to survive among them if she did not fly from him soon.
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Oh, he understood, but did she? She was the one to make choices for her life, and all he could offer was a piece of his truth, though it was unknown how far she could get with that alone. The girl seemed to desire freedom, but he understood that her chains were part of her, and while a caged bird would never sing, he was uncertain if she would still have a voice without her family. But it was her mess, and he could not aid her, nor would he soothe her with lies. It had not been simple for the fallen prince to abandon his birthplace in the manner he had, but few choices could be made without sacrifices. The outcome had not been expected, but it had to be accepted. If the girl could not make sacrifices, there was no hope for her.
Depths of rubies remained on her face for only a moment longer before choosing to part with feverishly bright blue. She spoke again, but he failed to see the importance of his say in all of this. She should follow her own judgement, not his. But Itachi was no oracle; he did not understand this willowy creature, and she did not understand him. Her role in his life should have been swift and temporary. They should not have met each other again, but here they were, and he was uncertain of the response she sought. He could have told her to leave, but he did not think he wished to do so. To refrain was a simple task, then, but he could not offer her more, for it was not his place.
She could see his emptiness, so why didn’t she flee? There was nothing to save. .itachi-x01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; } .itachi-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .itachi-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .itachi-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... achi-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 03-28-2011 [html] Word Count → 2+ :: table style © Sie He would not even look at her now. Perhaps it was a final vestige of pride, the blue blood in her veins finally levering itself to a pitch that demanded to be heard, or perhaps it was the terrible realisation that she had been wasted here, with him. Regardless, her heart experienced a chasm of sharp pain.
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