Post by TENSHI KUKICHI on May 19, 2017 14:52:16 GMT
Theme: Nights Amore / Arn Andersson - Farewell Life
He was gone.
She sat at the small table, looking at the empty chair infront of her. A note infront of her. A small, golden band gave off a soft sheen due to the small lamp hanging above it. She wasn't sure to react. He was gone, but he would return.
The exact words she heard more than seven hundred years ago. The false hope she had gotten back than, just now repeated. How long would she have to wait now? Another seven hundred? Seven hundred years of slowly losing hope and falling into the pit of despair and solitude once more. She quivered in her chair, sweat trickled down her forehead. Tenshi's lips were pressed together in a thin line. Her chin shaking slightly due to the held back sobs. Her chest hitched with each staggered and struggling breath she took. She was going to be sick. A deep inhale. She wasn't able to survive this. Another deep breath of air pouring into her lungs.
And another.
She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe anymore!
Sickened, choking on her sobs, tears streamed down her cheeks as she slumped back in her chair. She had nightmares of this moment. Ending up alone again. It kept her up, or it made her get up with an aching pain in her chest. That was how Tenshi expected it to feel.
It was at least ten times worse. She couldn't feel anything, she couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. She just stared at the small letter. And the golden ring. Teeth grit audibly and more tears streamed down cheeks that were drained of any colour. Lucid green eyes had dimmed and became lifeless, empty. Grief, mourning. The cycle never ended, it only continued. How was she expected to be strong if the people around her died or disappeared?
She sucked in another hitching breath, before finally managing to exhale again, a shiver crawling down her spine. Small goosebumps growing on her skin. It was so dreadfully cold without Alrich. Her home smelled foul, rank without his scent. It wasn't the same, it was dreadful. The pale ghost that once was Tenshi raised her hands slowly. The chair she was sat in slid backwards slightly. Her own fingers were a cold and foreign touch caressing across her forehead, before moving to the sides of her head, where she got two fistfuls of chestnut hair tightly. Disbelief, agony, depression, anger, sorrow, dread. He was gone again. And it slowly began to sink in.
And the more it sunk in, the clearer it became. She was abandoned. Used and discarded into the nearest bin. Anger rose, more prominent than the other myriad of emotions she was going through.
"Angel," Aion had materialized, without her command, from his free will. A calloused, grey hand rested on her shoulder. Tenshi didn't want this, she didn't want any of this. She wanted a normal, mortal life. All she ever wanted was to experience the fleeting emotions.
She wished to experience a natural death. Surrounded by loved ones. She wanted children and grandchildren. She wanted to wish and kiss booboo's better. She wanted to grow old and wrinkly. But that just wasn't in the cards. She had been at a breaking point before, throwing a tantrum and trashing around, claiming it wasn't fair. Often wept this, lamented her fate, Tenshi only ever asked to be normal. Like the normal people. But it felt like nothing changed, the circle looped right back around. She took it in stride, moved on. Because staying down and just keep crying never solved a problem once.
"Angel," Aion repeated, his voice having a hint of desperation in it. Tenshi turned her head around, weak eyes darting up to meet the crimson illuminated mask of her doll.
Power or death. That is the only choice!
The faint green eyes slowly turned more bleak, before turning to a soft, soothing silver. Akin to the lighter hue's on Aion's skin. "It's alright, Aion," she breathed out. "It's alri-..." She darted forward, lashing out at him with the blade of shadowlight, leaving no room for him to defend. Pushing the blade through his chest. A ravenous laughter filled the room. Followed by the tearing of flesh and the gushing of blood. Amidst this horror sat Tenshi now, screaming out in agony, laughing in irony while she was shoveling whatever insides, flesh, blood and bone of the doll inside of her mouth, tearing through him.
Aion's body shook violently, but he was still alive. And well aware of the pain he felt, but it paled in comparison to the pain his former master radiated. Grey fingers moved up to card through blood stained, chestnut hair.
Tenshi froze in place, a brief moment of clarity as hands shook violently. She looked down at the flesh and crimson in her hands, before her eyes moved towards Aion's visor. Which slowly dropped back. And with a soft, decisive thump, his head hit the floor. Lifelessly so. Followed by the definitive thump of his arm against the wooden, blood soaked underground. "A-... A-..Aion?" She questioned, unable to recall the fit of rage that caused her to sit within the remnants of her doll, on her knees, covered in nothing but his blood and flesh. The figure she considered a father, a sage when in need of advice. Someone to turn and return to.
Gone, just like that, due to her doing.
Silver eyes slid to half mast. Before drooping shut completely, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She swayed on her knees momentarily, before slumping forwards, unconscious in the remnant flesh and bone of her doll. Little did she know she consumed his power, the corpse of Aion slowly breaking down into small particles, absorbed through her skin. Slowly, the ritual markings and scarring formed on her shoulders and moved down. Long chestnut hair became infused with the reishi and shortened, turning to a dark and deep shade of azure. The changes slowly imparted on her body.
And on her abilities.
Only several spots of blood covered the floor as Tenshi had gotten back to her feet again, several hours later. She glanced around the room. "So," she breathed softly. Her voice deeper, darker. She glanced down at the visor, picking it up and glancing at it, before placing it between her belt. The silver gaze then befell the golden ring on the table. "Why not?" She murmured, picking it up and sliding it around her finger. She moved up to the microwave, putting a pan in it and slamming the door shut. Then to the stove, pulling out the gass cable. "Thirty minutes," she chuckled softly, turning on her feet to turn on the microwave, before massive wings spread out. "Out with the old, in with the new, I assume," Tenshi said, before she crashed through the wall, and flew off into the distance.
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He was gone.
She sat at the small table, looking at the empty chair infront of her. A note infront of her. A small, golden band gave off a soft sheen due to the small lamp hanging above it. She wasn't sure to react. He was gone, but he would return.
The exact words she heard more than seven hundred years ago. The false hope she had gotten back than, just now repeated. How long would she have to wait now? Another seven hundred? Seven hundred years of slowly losing hope and falling into the pit of despair and solitude once more. She quivered in her chair, sweat trickled down her forehead. Tenshi's lips were pressed together in a thin line. Her chin shaking slightly due to the held back sobs. Her chest hitched with each staggered and struggling breath she took. She was going to be sick. A deep inhale. She wasn't able to survive this. Another deep breath of air pouring into her lungs.
And another.
She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe anymore!
Sickened, choking on her sobs, tears streamed down her cheeks as she slumped back in her chair. She had nightmares of this moment. Ending up alone again. It kept her up, or it made her get up with an aching pain in her chest. That was how Tenshi expected it to feel.
It was at least ten times worse. She couldn't feel anything, she couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. She just stared at the small letter. And the golden ring. Teeth grit audibly and more tears streamed down cheeks that were drained of any colour. Lucid green eyes had dimmed and became lifeless, empty. Grief, mourning. The cycle never ended, it only continued. How was she expected to be strong if the people around her died or disappeared?
She sucked in another hitching breath, before finally managing to exhale again, a shiver crawling down her spine. Small goosebumps growing on her skin. It was so dreadfully cold without Alrich. Her home smelled foul, rank without his scent. It wasn't the same, it was dreadful. The pale ghost that once was Tenshi raised her hands slowly. The chair she was sat in slid backwards slightly. Her own fingers were a cold and foreign touch caressing across her forehead, before moving to the sides of her head, where she got two fistfuls of chestnut hair tightly. Disbelief, agony, depression, anger, sorrow, dread. He was gone again. And it slowly began to sink in.
And the more it sunk in, the clearer it became. She was abandoned. Used and discarded into the nearest bin. Anger rose, more prominent than the other myriad of emotions she was going through.
"Angel," Aion had materialized, without her command, from his free will. A calloused, grey hand rested on her shoulder. Tenshi didn't want this, she didn't want any of this. She wanted a normal, mortal life. All she ever wanted was to experience the fleeting emotions.
She wished to experience a natural death. Surrounded by loved ones. She wanted children and grandchildren. She wanted to wish and kiss booboo's better. She wanted to grow old and wrinkly. But that just wasn't in the cards. She had been at a breaking point before, throwing a tantrum and trashing around, claiming it wasn't fair. Often wept this, lamented her fate, Tenshi only ever asked to be normal. Like the normal people. But it felt like nothing changed, the circle looped right back around. She took it in stride, moved on. Because staying down and just keep crying never solved a problem once.
"Angel," Aion repeated, his voice having a hint of desperation in it. Tenshi turned her head around, weak eyes darting up to meet the crimson illuminated mask of her doll.
Power or death. That is the only choice!
The faint green eyes slowly turned more bleak, before turning to a soft, soothing silver. Akin to the lighter hue's on Aion's skin. "It's alright, Aion," she breathed out. "It's alri-..." She darted forward, lashing out at him with the blade of shadowlight, leaving no room for him to defend. Pushing the blade through his chest. A ravenous laughter filled the room. Followed by the tearing of flesh and the gushing of blood. Amidst this horror sat Tenshi now, screaming out in agony, laughing in irony while she was shoveling whatever insides, flesh, blood and bone of the doll inside of her mouth, tearing through him.
Aion's body shook violently, but he was still alive. And well aware of the pain he felt, but it paled in comparison to the pain his former master radiated. Grey fingers moved up to card through blood stained, chestnut hair.
Tenshi froze in place, a brief moment of clarity as hands shook violently. She looked down at the flesh and crimson in her hands, before her eyes moved towards Aion's visor. Which slowly dropped back. And with a soft, decisive thump, his head hit the floor. Lifelessly so. Followed by the definitive thump of his arm against the wooden, blood soaked underground. "A-... A-..Aion?" She questioned, unable to recall the fit of rage that caused her to sit within the remnants of her doll, on her knees, covered in nothing but his blood and flesh. The figure she considered a father, a sage when in need of advice. Someone to turn and return to.
Gone, just like that, due to her doing.
Silver eyes slid to half mast. Before drooping shut completely, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She swayed on her knees momentarily, before slumping forwards, unconscious in the remnant flesh and bone of her doll. Little did she know she consumed his power, the corpse of Aion slowly breaking down into small particles, absorbed through her skin. Slowly, the ritual markings and scarring formed on her shoulders and moved down. Long chestnut hair became infused with the reishi and shortened, turning to a dark and deep shade of azure. The changes slowly imparted on her body.
And on her abilities.
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Only several spots of blood covered the floor as Tenshi had gotten back to her feet again, several hours later. She glanced around the room. "So," she breathed softly. Her voice deeper, darker. She glanced down at the visor, picking it up and glancing at it, before placing it between her belt. The silver gaze then befell the golden ring on the table. "Why not?" She murmured, picking it up and sliding it around her finger. She moved up to the microwave, putting a pan in it and slamming the door shut. Then to the stove, pulling out the gass cable. "Thirty minutes," she chuckled softly, turning on her feet to turn on the microwave, before massive wings spread out. "Out with the old, in with the new, I assume," Tenshi said, before she crashed through the wall, and flew off into the distance.
