Post by Fulfillment on May 16, 2015 19:30:08 GMT -5
Flicking a strand of hair away from her eyes, Kiriko scanned the room for the tenth time from her vantage point leaning against the interior wall. It was still just as empty and unused as before, a neat little office space that spoke of nothing personal except perhaps an appreciation for order. That or her quarry simply didn't come here all that often, a hypothesis she was beginning to lean towards more strongly after having searched the entirity of the office only to find a collection of uninteresting nicknacks.
It was said that a man's office was a window into his soul. The space that he chose to work from on a daily basis, where he sat in silence, where he did his writing and his thinking and his planning. Either she had the wrong room, or her target was as empty headed as this bland and lackluster space described. For all the cool colors, the steady wooden desk in the corner and the shelves upon shelves of dusty books, this room was empty of soul. The only things that held even an ounce of personalization had been the small metal statue she'd spied atop one of the bookshelves, nearly hidden by the thick treaties and other titles. Prying the artwork free, Kiriko had inspected it for any sort of hidden cache or engraving, but it was just as it had appeared at first glance. A small girl looking up into an older man's face, the two staring at each other with an amazing amount of adoration for what should be unfeeling metal features.
Maybe it had been a useless task, coming here in secret and trying to surprise her mark. Certainly if Kiriko had expected to glean some understanding from his personal space, it was just as denuded of important information as the man's old file had been. All she had to go on was the stories from Ine, and her quiet digging into public and not so public record. That, and the tingling sense through the aether, that intangible pull that tugged inexorably to this place. To that man.
There were only two Sovereigns left in existence, and with such a dearth of familiar blood it was harder than ever to ignore the similarities and sameness of soul that tied her to her target. She could feel the air here thrum under his power, feel the very richness of his aspect seeping through her pores as it had saturated all of Hueco Mundo. Having never met, never even crossed paths or glances, even still she knew standing in that room exactly who she was dealing with. Could taste the flavor of his pain on the back of her tongue, the same way she had fed off of Nothing and Hatred.
Slipping from her casual stance against the wall, she dropped insouciantly into the chair that jutted away from that empty desk. Crossing her ankles and leaning precariously back, she spun until her body was splayed in open sight of the only door into the study. Dearly hoping the man proved to be more interesting than his secret-free den Kiriko felt her lips curl upward in a curious sneer as the door to the King of Las Noches' office swung open.
She had been denied her games for so long, dealing only with petty human minds that couldn't understand the vastness of reality or the darkest depths into which they could all fall. She was so tired of it all, the petty arguments and the useless bickering. Hatred had called up in her the worst feelings of rage commingled with jealousy and Nothing had been little more than a receptacle for her damnation, but even so at least those two had understood the plane she existed on. There had been no need for disassembling, no need to pretend to be anything but the monster she was with them. Severance out of all the Sovereigns had been the closest to true kinship. Despite that woman's irritatingly casual view, she too had felt the arrows of abandonment and the spears of Tova's meddling. And she too had turned that suffering into a weapon all her own. If only Severance could have held on to her sanity a little longer, choosing to funnel all that emotion into the cause instead of her fantasy with those who had used her.
So perhaps in spite of her dislike for her fellow siblings there was something inside of Kiriko that just couldn't resist this visit, for as long as she had put it off the desire had only grown. Surging into a feeling of inevitability. They were the two behemoths of this world now, the only two to have reached their heights, ascended with the full understanding of the pain that was living. They were the only two to see clearly. And they would either be the greatest of enemies or the closest of friends, for Sovereigns could not help but clash in spectacular ways.
And all of that mystery wrapped in undeniable kinship was why she found herself here today, leaning back nonchalantly as the door swung wide to reveal the King of Los Noches. The tilt of her lips peaked higher, teeth flashing in a disarmingly pleasant grin as she lifted her arms in welcome, “Ah, finally you've decided to grace me with your presence, Obsession.”
There was nothing polite about her tone, nothing cordial about invading another man's territory and waiting for them in their private sanctum. But there was that awareness rushing through her veins, that intimacy that made it feel for all the world as if the two of them were ancient acquaintances. That was what coated her words with a syrupy level of affection. If nothing else, in heart and in soul the two of them were as shattered and broken as the other. The mind's mirror, and that allowed for a level of communion that no other could reach.
If nothing else, this would be enjoyable. And Penance so dearly wished to enjoy herself.
WC: 1008 | GP: 20 | Total GP: 20