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Nostalgia Is The Most Comforting Lie
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|Subject Post 21Subject: Re: Nostalgia Is The Most Comforting Lie Sun May 21, 2017 10:39 am|| |
Rodolfo watched, quietly, Saiko think. Something inside of her was holding conversation, or something, the way one debates to themselves in front of a mirror. He was acutely certain of this, even though is wasn't wholly necessary for him to point out himself. After all, he had his own demons- a forest of monsters and memories, and in that forest is a little boy, Rudi, curled up by the only lit place in that darkness.
He let Saiko's apology hang in the air- it was nothing for him. Saiko couldn't grant him forgiveness for all of his sins, all of his crimes and horrific things he had done. He was still, and always will be a monster, even if he looked as human as anyone else. He knew this, deep inside, the way a predator understands the world as meat. Everything was kept in stance of who was more or less powerful than he. In this case, Saiko was much more powerful, and his inner predator was cowed into silence, allowing him a clearer, more peaceful mindset.
It's something rabbits did, he once learned. A rabbit will put its head atop another rabbit's to show dominance. This would help the submissive rabbit calm down, because it didn't need to be in charge. Saiko reminded Rodolfo of a rabbit, more often than not. Delicate, Fragile. And in need of someone to be in charge. He could be that someone.
If he became that someone... It would be useful to him- but he kept that thought out of the way for now. If she knew... if he allowed it even subconsciously to show on his face, all of this would be ruined, and she may even kill him. He knew this, too, as well as he understood there to be no sun in Hueco Mundo.
So Rodolfo moved when Saiko presented him the orb. He moved to pet her on the head, soothing, with a repeated and firm pressure. Reassurance. Everything was going to be alright, because Rodolfo was here and he was in charge. He didn't hesitate when Saiko offered him the orb. He merely smiled, his terribly handsome, melancholic smile, like a winter sun.
"Of course, Saiko Mori. I, Rodolfo, would be honored to have this shared with me. Thank you." He leaned over to her smaller form, and pressed his plush lips against her cheek just once in a chaste, promising kiss. Then he reached over to take the orb from her hands, and wondered what exactly to do with it. How could he intake this orb?
His hollow whispered deep inside of him, as it always did. It was energy, was it not? Then he should do with it what he's always done. Rodolfo knew this, but he also knew it wasn't exactly a gentlemanly act. He kissed her cheek again, a bold, striking act now. Instead of harmlessly giving her space, he was wholly embracing and accepting her presence, interacting her with confidence that she wouldn't run away or hurt hum for his boldness.
After all, he had accepted her clarify, her information. He then pressed that orb to his lips, opened his mouth to reveal teeth too white to be enamel, with some too sharp to be human. Rodolfo bit down, and accepted whatever was within, whatever she gave him. He would accept everything, and then help her move on. Even though he could not move on himself.
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|Subject Post 22Subject: Re: Nostalgia Is The Most Comforting Lie Thu Feb 22, 2018 1:18 pm|| |
[PLAY POSTING MUSIC]
EMBRACE THE MELANCHOLY
Artist: ANUBIS-XIII - Song: SIERRA LEONE - Word Count: 1024
The liquid cool blood of the Mistress of Glum came to a shine as her face became flush with a faint shade of blueberry. The feeling of someone's weight pressing against her head wasn't a feeling Saiko detested as her guest gave the maiden a tender pat on the head. In spite of that, her internal sense of self felt off by these actions in the sense of trying to overcome her own awkward means of social interaction, the woman still remained firmly in place as Rodolfo started to ease on into her space.
The electric warmth of lips pressing against the skin made Saiko's pale blue eyes sparkle with new life as it had been a sensation which had not been felt in quite some time. Volts of electricity surged down her spine, pumped into her heart and the woman began to feel a powerful aura of heat swelling inside of her. These feelings were confusing for her to process, so she started blinking for a few moments before fidgeting with her hands, fingers and face uncertain of how to follow-up with this action as the sense intimacy between the two felt comfortable, yet uncomfortable. Welcomed, yet unwelcomed. Loving, yet unloved.
Her mind was not one which was easily made up, so it instead focused on the subject at hand: the orb of her feeling. Inside of this vessel of Saiko's inner essence were fragments of feelings. Was he to have it all in one bite? No. That would take time. He would, however, begin to see her life in fragments and pieces. The image of a human girl came to mind; one which was happy, chipper and felt a sense of love being a family which adored her. Then, in shades of bright red blood, that image became distorted as visuals of monsters consuming her and her family came to mind. With a shine of white light, the life of a shinigami came to pass, the familiar sights of a family and friends bled through and it all shattered at the wake of these demonic creatures slaughtering them, subjugating her spirit and forcing the woman to betray her own kind to seak the salvation of their souls to prevent them from being damned in hell.
This sense of dread, anxiety, heartache, woe, and concern bled through the orb so that Rodolfo may begin to get a better sense of what was going on in this woman's heart. Not even this sphere could ease someone that quickly into her life, but it gave them a bridge to begin crossing if nothing else. She couldn't ever imagine figuring out how to explain every facet of her life in these centuries of living, so instead she decided to rest in his lap, let him come to his own conclusions and allowed her to begin moving her finger around his face to enjoy the sensation of skin touching each other as she did feel more relaxed than before. "....you....are welcome."
After uttering those timid words out, the woman followed up with this:"....what do you think of that....?"
Curious as to his thoughts on what he had ingested, Saiko awaited to see what other words and actions the male would move forward with as she felt comfortable around him at this point. It was a welcomed feeling of relief for her, so she was interested in just riding this out for as long as it would last.
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|Subject Post 23Subject: Re: Nostalgia Is The Most Comforting Lie Tue Mar 06, 2018 5:19 pm|| |
Rodolfo closed his pale blue eyes and allowed the world to drift around him. The mansion, the the expansive world, the delicate purple of the hue beyond the house melted away. He was in another place, in another time, in a separate life. He had done this before; this was the process he did to himself again and again, a slow requisitioning of all the things that pieced together his identity.
Slowly, he lived through Saiko Mori's regrets in a moment and in an eternity. For some time, he was not himself, he was Saiko Mori. He was the girl forced to watch her people die, forced to betray her people, with all the regret of a mother dashing the life of her own daughter knowing that it is better for the child to die than to live a damned life of suffering and sorrow.
It hurt him deeply, the way it hurt her. Tears began to seep down his cheeks, unbidden, a response and recognition to the suffering she has dealt with. His powerful arms wrap about her small but equally strong frame, pressing her body against his in movement inescapable and passionate in equal measure. His plush mouth opens to speak, but is forced to swallow back his choked tears and the lumps in his throat. It takes him a long time, several seconds, to gather his composure.
"Thank you for sharing this with me." He murmurs, slow and sweet, his voice a low rumble against Saiko's cheek. "You've suffered so much, and have liked through more than your fair share of suffering... and I understand if you wouldn't extend your hand again, for fear of new pain... but..."
He gently moves to hold her chin in his fingers and tips her head back so that her eyes could meet his. His gaze is calculatedly gentle, understanding, sweet and caring. "When you're ready... if you're ready... would you be willing to continue beyond together? I know this is much... I ask of you to hold the impossible strength to keep going. And to do so knowing I am also helping you, with you, bearing your burden on my shoulders as well. If you would have me, Miss Saiko Mori, I would gladly carry us both forward... if you would let me move forward with you."