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There they were, in a prime position, and still he was having difficulty in the act. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, and he knew in that moment what to do.  "You look really beautiful." Slipping a hand to her face, his finger tips slowly traced the curvature of her jaw, he leaning forward to her until finally, their faces met and lips came together. Luis wasn't sure if everyone tasted like Priscilla did, but he knew he liked how she tasted. Somewhere between lilacs and vanilla, he thought passively as they shared this intimate embrace. While his other hand went to her waist, the hand he had placed at the back of her head was slowly going up and down the back edge of her ear, softly rubbing the tip before going back down to the base, repeating the action he believed she would enjoy a lot. 

I was so vain back then. I would take such pains to look perfect and full of life. My hair, my body. Not a single strand out of place. I could have any man I wanted and I took any man I wanted. So full of empty hope and promise. I thought I could change the world alone. That I could heal the wounds that we inflicted. I never came to the realization that in doing so, I was infecting the wounds.   Now, look at me. My hair blood matted and drying. My eyes unfocused and half closed, looking at nothing. My clothing, once white, now dingy and brown. Stained with my own blood. My fingernails cracked and dirty. Fingers twitching in death throes. Blood pooling and coagulating under my severed throat. I’m already dead, my heart no longer beating. How pathetic I look. A fitting end for a murderer and a fraud. I can’t help but feel disdain and disgust for myself. Dead at my own hands on this soaked battlefield, my own gurgling mixing with the fading screams of pain and anguish around me.   I just want it to end. I want it to be over. I want the dark waves to wash back over me so I can close my eyes. Perhaps I won’t resurface. I’m getting tired again. The world fading before me. Actions and movements slowing to a crawl as the world begins to fall away. I’ve led a selfish existence. Always in service to myself and my desires. Why are we like this? Do we exist to hurt one another? Is this my punishment?   Have you not punished yourself enough?   You sound just like her. She wanted to save me so badly, that she never saw that I was draining her to sustain myself.   Where has she gone?   How should I know? She’s gone, only living in my memories. Where, one day, will fade away.   We will find her. It is the only kindness we can extend to her. She, above all, should not be forced to exist forever in a lifeless and devoid world. Adrift in time and space.   Yes. That is our fate. I cannot keep my eyes open anymore. I am so tired. Tired of living, dying. I’m tired of all the fighting and struggling.   Sleep I dream. Funny, in life, I never dream. But now, I relive memories of life. I dream of the sun and the rays breaking through the leaves of the trees. I dream of the white cherry blossom trees in my front yard and the petals slowly falling to the ground. The air brisk, but not cold. The small stable that houses that annoying horse bird that was our wedding gift. I always said I hated that thing, but truth be told, I loved her. The burgundy colored front door that gives way to our home. I feel content. A rare feeling.   I dream the memories of us together, in our home. It’s so full of life and happiness. The colors of the walls so vibrant. Deep red. I can still remember painting them with her. I’m in the kitchen. Being playfully scolded. Typical of me to shirk helping with dinner. Her tone is firm, but her smile envelopes her chiding. I can hear water boiling softly in a pot and the soft crackle of wood burning. The faint smell of autumn spices mixed with her scent. I want to stay in this moment forever. Please, don’t let me forget this. Please don’t take this away from me. It’s all I have.   I’m in our bedroom. I can feel the needle in my hand as I work a thin, silver thread to close seams on a dress. Am I repairing it? Was I commissioned? The daylight is long since spent. I can hear soft music drifting into the room from downstairs. The notes are low, but full of joy and love. She was always truly gifted at playing the piano. I finish my stitching and place the gown onto it’s mannequin. The notes change and grow louder and louder. The harmony is now gone and the tempo is erratic and off key. Something is wrong. I can feel the dread and anxiety build within me as I begin to panic.   I am in our sitting room. Never has there been a time where our home was unclean or unkempt, but there is thick dust that covers everything. The polished and pristine wood is sickly scorched. Black soot covers the walls and hangs heavy in the musty air. It’s hard to breathe. Cloth from the seats hang in tatters and the patterns are faded. The floor creaks and bows. Rotted and cracked. I cannot find her. The piano is broken and its strings spindled in chaos. The kitchen is cold and empty, contents strewn around and untouched. I have to find her. I have to leave. I can’t stay here. I touch the door and everything goes black.     Ah. This place.   What happened here?   You would know better than I would.     …   It’s self-explanatory. I was attacked, beaten, raped, and disfigured in this bar. A disgusting man thought to teach me a lesson on manners and a woman’s place. He taught me a lesson; it just wasn’t the one he set out to.   What was it?   He taught me that anger and hate could be a tool. He taught me that no matter anyone’s intentions, they will try and take from you. So, take first.   What about her?   She wasn’t supposed to be here. I was. Alone. I don’t remember her being in the bar, but I only remember this place in my nightmares. It’s better that we end it. Before I wake and realize what’s happened.   What must be done. Where would she go?   I don’t know.   You are a terrible liar.   I am weary. Let me rest.  

・・・】 God: Libra・・・】 God Slayer: @vielle・・・】 OOC: Thread Hooves wildly stomp the jungle, causing wild life to scatter and the Zodiac Knights to falter. The small tribe that had called the area home moved to assist the Knights who are recovering from the massive explosive sphere that had been thrown at them. Libra is ready for war, prompted more as the life is slowly drained from him.                      

Moments later, The corner was filled with inordinate moans as several figures surrounded Luca, some cackling, the others grumbling. Amidst the commotion stood a doctor, struggling to fix the wounds thanks to the constant trifling of the group and the patient himself. “Goodness! Shut up before I sew your mouths up!” The man screamed in irritation. The group dispersed promptly with sighs and whispers. Luca patted the doctor on his shoulder, “ Y’know? Not a bad idea, some of them really need it, look at Old mike ove…”, the words on his tongue disappeared into thin air as he noticed a lithe creature seemingly gliding across the room. “Ah, careful!” He squeaked at the doctor as something pinched his leg. It had been days since he had last set his eyes upon such a fine specimen. The woman stole away a look at him, Did she just? Yes she did. He observed the vixen, as she settled in fashioning her facade.  “My lady, I have to say, you’re well overdressed for a place such as this. I think I can help.” He suggested, leaning in, uttering the words as genuinely as possible.  His eyes lay studded at the woman as he slowly brought his drinks to his lips,  his actions were remarked with an air of quiet contemplation. He grinned menacingly, and took a soft sip, awaiting a response.   

・・・】 God: Taurus・・・】 God Slayer: @ticklefarte・・・】 OOC: Thread Balls of fire are thrown about, catching the village on fire and all within it. He yells during his rampage, cracking the earth and shaking the air; all the while the flames rage forth, causing the surrounding forests to catch on fire.