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Post by nikki on Nov 9, 2007 20:27:37 GMT -5
For the rest of the world, it was a bright and cheerful morning, full of birdsong and sunshine and flowers and the perfumed scents of pollen drifting gently through the air. For the rest of the world, life was near perfect; for the rest of the world, no undefeatable obstacles were up ahead; for the rest of the world, all was peaceful, immaculate, and generally couldn't get much better.
In the cemetery, though, fog rose from the grass and floated above ground level. Tall trees blocked out the warm rays from the golden sphere up above. It was very chilly and an eerie wind blew. If, for some reason, thunder and lightning began to crackle and flash across the sky, it would be a great setting for a horror film.
But this wasn't fantasy; this was real. There was somebody there to show it.
A girl sat by one of the gravestones, her head bent so that her black hair shadowed her eyes and fell over her face. The sole electric-blue streak that coloured her ebony strands stood out in the semi-darkness. The girl's finger traced two words on the gravestone.
Devoted father.
You were, Daddy, Elona whispered sadly. Until the fire...
It would've been different if she was not alone. If people were around her, Elona would have a scowl on her face, not tears in her light blue eyes; she'd have her arms crossed tightly over her chest, not a thumb wiping away the wetness on her cheeks and smearing around her thick black eyeliner; she'd have her normal mask on, and her guard would be up like it usually was.
But nobody in their right mind would come to this place on a day like this. Elona was safe.
Sighing, she stretched out on the grass and reached into her bag, which was big, black, and not exactly the most fashionable thing on the rack. Elona pulled out a tube of eyeliner and a tissue. Expertly, she swiped away her tears and began to apply the makeup. This was all she'd ever wear on her face.
Elona was stereotyped and labelled a lot for how she acted and what she did with herself. She was, as the kids at school liked to say, "that emo chick".
She smoothed out her coal-hued trench coat, wondering what to do next with her day.
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Post by Envy on Nov 9, 2007 20:46:50 GMT -5
Stumbling along the dense area, thick with plant-life and trees, the golden eyes of the man gazed up at the canopy of emerald. No light filtered through for him, and he could no longer be sure if he had merely gone for a walk in town as usual, or if he had ended up in another place completely. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he inhaled deeply as he composed himself.
Stepping out into the open field, the limbs of the trees still stretching over it for the most part and hiding the light from him, he found himself dumbfounded as he stared. Slabs of stone were lined across the grass, and he finally realized where he was: One of the deepest parts of the cemetery.
His optics, flaxen and lightly weary from the distance as well as the unknown hours he had forced them to remain open, scanned around the area. Faintly he could see a girl a ways away from him, and his head tilted. The movement caused this ebony bangs to topple and flop over his face, mixing with the lone blond streak to make him blind by a cross between black and yellow.
Shaking the locks from his voids, he made his way over to her. Who was she? What could she be doing here? He put a caution to his step as he questioned if she would be frightened when he walked up, or snap at him for being there. He could only hope for the best, he supposed.
Breathing a notch higher, heartbeat fluttering in a way that startled him, he prayed she didn't hear that before he was even close. And that he didn't step on a twig and make her run, that was. If she did, he would be inclined to chase her. What good would that bring? None, none at all.
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Post by nikki on Nov 9, 2007 21:46:30 GMT -5
Frowning at the sudden heat that was emanating off her arms and legs, Elona unbuttoned her coat and slipped out of it. She stood, her coat lying abandoned on the grass, and brushed off her clothes. She wore a long dress the colour of her hair. Fishnets began at the straps and ran all the way down to the back of her hand. On her feet were combat boots that fitted her calves nicely.
To most, it was a strange outfit, but Elona liked it. She brushed out her locks with tense fingers, glancing around to see if she was still alone. She tended to be paranoid like that; if someone else was there - as was previously established - Elona acted completely different.
She froze.
When Elona threw a cautious look over her shoulder, she had expected to see the other half of the deserted cemetery and the lonely trees that were her sole companions, but instead, a boy stood there. Her fists immediately clenched; her lips pursed. She was on autopilot.
Suddenly, Elona was self-conscious of what she had chosen to wear. Usually, she just slapped on baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt, but today she had wanted to dress up to visit her dad. Unfortunately, she hadn't known that she'd run into another human being, and her dress was somewhat skin-tight...
It modeled her fragile shoulders perfectly, and though they were paste-white just like her face, one could overlook that. Elona crossed her arms over her bosom. Secretly, she had liked how the dress clung to her chest when she had tried it on a few weeks ago (doesn't every girl, even if they don't want others to know?), but now it was embarrassing. Elona normally hid how curvy and slender her figure was. "Why, why, why? Why didn't I do that today?"
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Post by Envy on Nov 9, 2007 22:19:54 GMT -5
Once she noticed him, he stopped dead in his tracks. He had only a few more rows of graves before he would be only a meter or so away from her, but the thought wasn't going to happen anytime soon, that he could tell now. The way her hands balled up and tightened, the way her lips pressed together...
"H-hello." Duivel had to curse himself for the stuttered word, and he hadn't realized he had stopped breathing when she had tensed. Not only that, but his heart began to skip beats as well. Whether it was fear or something else, he couldn't tell. All he could really pic out was the lump in his throat -- for all he knew the organ beating blood through his veins.
He could feel a tingling sensation in his shoulder blades and on the top of his head, but he tried to get it to cease. What idiot of an Incubus shows his wings that quickly, especially when he had probably already startled her? Doing that was enough, exposing himself as a demon was worse.
His eyes took in what he could see of her. Her pale skin, her light blue eyes, her dark ebony hair with that single light streak. It was enough to lodge his stomach into his throat with his heart. Dropping his gaze quickly to the ground, he hoped he hadn't stared at her.
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Post by nikki on Nov 9, 2007 23:22:16 GMT -5
For a moment, Elona was paralyzed by fear and left gasping for breath as though she had just finished a triathalon. Nobody - nobody - had ever found her here, in her spot... in her father's spot... at his grave. Not a soul. She had thought that she was safe here from all humanity, because Elona loathed humanity. She didn't love anyone and she was loved by no-one. That was just how the world worked.
What are you looking at? she managed, attempting a defensive tone, but all she could scrape up was a raspy, frightened hiss. The boy did appear to be staring, and he was making Lona feel like she had been caught naked - not because of the way he was gazing at her, just because she was incredibly self-conscious that way.
She noticed his hair. It reminded her of her own; black with a coloured streak. Elona had never been a huge fan of yellow, but still, she loved colour in hair. Without it, it was much too plain.
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Post by Envy on Nov 10, 2007 0:15:56 GMT -5
Swallowing against the large clog in his throat, he continued to glance at the ground rather than at her. He feared that, if he did happen to glimpse her again, that she might see some of the demon in his eyes and flee. And he did not wish for her to run, not at all.
His spine shot up, straightening from its slightly slouched position at the sound of her voice. "Well, right now, the ground," he was able to say quietly. At that moment he prepared to flinch back, wondering if she'd explode on him for that.
There had been times when he had been snapped at and told that he was being smart-mouthed for saying things such as that. And, after her words and actions, he wasn't sure he wanted to see her completely bad side. The tingling in his back and skull seemed to only grow worse by the second. No, please no, he pleaded with himself, trying to keep his wings hidden.
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Post by nikki on Nov 10, 2007 2:07:26 GMT -5
One heavy black eyebrow arched up in skeptism. A familiar glowering look flitted onto Elona's face as she moved one hand to her hip and shifted her weight to her left side. This was her everyday stance; her defensive stance, you might say. Elona was fairly easily to read if you knew her well enough, but that was the part that made figuring her out so difficult - nobody knew her well enough to even attempt at that. If they did, however, they'd have noticed that when Elona stared at her feet, she was feeling shy; if she blushed - which she very rarely did - she was extremely embarrassed or flattered; a laugh meant something really significant indeed; you were priveleged if you caught one beautiful smile from this demonic damsel.
I see that, she said sarcastically, not really sure what to say. In any normal situation, Elona usually fired down her targets with sardonic behaviour because that was just how she was, and that was also why most people - if they knew past her surface - thought she was a complete bitch. She wasn't. They just didn't understand that her sadistic nature wasn't always in place...
What are you doing here? she tried. The same slightly irritated notes were implanted in her words, yet they were toned down a little and weren't quite as rude. Why she was trying to continue the conversation, Elona did not know.
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Post by Envy on Nov 10, 2007 14:42:19 GMT -5
Trying his best not to linger on her lower half, his optics made their way back to hers. The azure in hers made his breathing pause for a fraction of time, as if he had already forgotten their hue. "I was talking a walk," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. It didn't sound completely like she'd jump down his throat and tear out the arteries of his heart.
When he realized that his first set of words didn't say much, he hastily began to explain in more depth before she could grow more aggravated with his obvious responses. "If you've ever heard of Skellhac woods, I went out last night to just take a walk around town. But, after a while, I took this trail and lost track of time. I'm not even sure what time it is out here," he murmured, lifting his voids to the overhanging branches plastered with jade leaves.
Pulling his gaze back to her, he took a short moment to take in how she looked. Her obsidian hair, the lone streak in her hair as he had in his, her eyes that he imagined would most likely glitter beautifully in the sunlight... What was he thinking? He dropped his orbs back to the ground, kicking the grass lightly. Dead. He was perfectly, undeniably dead. Or so he reasoned to himself.
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Post by nikki on Nov 10, 2007 14:53:48 GMT -5
Elona studied him further and decided that he didn't poise a big threat; he seemed somewhat nervous, actually. Though you wouldn't get the impression of this, Elona was quite paranoid about murder, rape, and especially fire after what happened to her dad. Scenes flickered like candles before her eyes: a beautiful little farmhouse set on a quaint ranch, cattle grazing peacefully, a smiling seven year old riding a chestnut mare, her eyes sparkling, long hair fanning out behind her, devoid of any unnatural colours. And a laugh. That peaceful, happy laugh that hadn't emerged from Elona's mouth since that day.
And then the flashbacks. The yell of a startled man that transformed halfway through into a shriek of pain; smoke billowing out of the windows as they shattered to give way to the blaze; one last cry of "Elona!" before all human noise was silenced.
She never saw his body. She was too young; they wouldn't let her in the house. But the reason... it was so stupid. He had forgotten that he left the oven on. Elona remembered thinking, "You always were useless at cooking, Daddy."
Then she was sent to live with her foster family and the hell her life was now had begun.
Elona forced her mind to the present. Well, I don't have a watch, sorry, she managed to say, picking up her trench coat and almost dropping it with her trembling hands. She slid into it and buttoned it up with great difficulty. Those flashbacks always effected her movements for a few minutes afterward.
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Post by Envy on Nov 10, 2007 15:35:49 GMT -5
"That's fine," he said, almost inaudibly. His gaze was restless and ended up regarding her buttoning up her coat. Had he ever felt like that before? When his incubus blood was trying to take over his body, maybe. But never for no real reason, as it seemed to be right now.
It wasn't possible for him not to notice her figure before she had covered it up again. And, though he honestly tried, he feared he may have loitered as he glimpsed her body. This only made him more conscious of how she was effecting his mind, and he wanted to shake it until the half of his brain that contained his incubus half fell out.
To try to make up for his rude staring, he inquired, "May I ask what your name is?" His words seemed slightly shaken to his ears, but he merely hoped that was the slight trembling of his limbs. "I am Duivel Adrien Breen."
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Post by nikki on Nov 11, 2007 15:17:31 GMT -5
Elona, she replied shortly, a few notes short of harsh. She shouldn't have taken off her coat in the first place, she realized now. She shouldn't have purchased this outfit. She should've stuck to her black jeans and baggy shirts or whatever else she had stuffed in the scary place that was her dresser. Clothes, hairbrushes, quilts, pillows, video games, and books lay all around her room as though a herd of zebras had stormed through it. Elona was generally not a very tidy person, and she saw no reason to keep her bedroom clean. It'd only please Judy, her foster mom, and that was most certainly not her mission in life.
Elona didn't go into any detail about her surname because she didn't like to think about what it wasn't. It wasn't the name of her father and it wasn't her own. Card. It sounded bitter and hateful in her mind. Elona loathed it. She missed her old surname, but when the Cards adopted her, it had been changed. She'd wanted to discuss that with the government when she was young; young and full of brash and wild ideas that could never come true.
Elona Grace, she added, thinking herself very gracious (no pun intended) for adding a middle part. Then again, Duivel - he had a very unusual name, but then again, so did she - had told her his entire dubbance. She explained briefly, My surname is supposed to be Card, but it's not something I've adapted to easily. Elona bit her tongue and looked away.
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Post by Envy on Nov 11, 2007 15:37:40 GMT -5
"Elona," he mused, as if the name were something wondrous an in need of pondering. Such a strange name, he thought. His own was odd, though, but it didn't have the ring in it that this name did. Elona. He wanted to speak it again, but he didn't wish to cause more trouble than he already had. "That's an unusual yet pretty name."
For a moment he hadn't realized he had added the two words before "name." But, replaying it in his mind, he began to blush slightly. The heat caused him to cast his gaze to the ground, trying to keep her from noticing the tint on his face. His bangs, however, were not long enough to accomplish such a job, which he noticed all too late.
"Uh, is there any meaning to that name? Elona?" It felt odd to say that name again, and he wanted to know what caused it. When he thought of what his own name meant, it was basically two names that could mean evil, and another one that was apparently what they were thinking when they gave him life.
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Post by nikki on Nov 11, 2007 15:43:54 GMT -5
A scowl painted itself onto Elona's face as if thrown unceremoniously onto it; Elona was so familiar with scowls that she had a number of different varieties. This one was a cross between irritated, you're-really-weird (which was quite standard for her to think about a person), and a touch of fear that she couldn't seem to banish. You think it's pretty? she replied in disbelief. It means 'alone'. It's what my father named me because he was so miserable after my mom died... and now they're both gone. I don't find that pretty.
Turning, Elona crossed her arms over her middle and strode purposefully down the narrow path that would deposit her in the bright sunlight, outside of the graveyard.
She knew she had acted very oversensitive; she knew she was being unreasonable; she knew she was being rude. But that couldn't be helped.
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Post by Envy on Nov 11, 2007 15:57:19 GMT -5
Duivel stood there, dumb stuck, after what she said. Alone. There was a a churning in his heart, as if it were being crunched into a smaller object. Her name was pretty, and yet meant something so sorrowful. And yet, could that mean something about her? He wasn't sure, and he lifted his head to called out to her.
But, when he looked up, he saw no one around him. His thoughts had taken up more of his time than had expected. Sighing, he stepped over to the grave that she had been looking at. His hand touched the words engraved into it, reading the name and the other words on it. The shadows cast around him looked eerie and forlorn, making him feel uneasy.
"Well," he mumbled, lifting himself to his feet. "Guess I can get groceries while I'm out here."
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