Post by Shura on Aug 16, 2016 9:37:26 GMT -5
Restless nights, anxiety, turning and twisting of limbs, heavy breathing, the warmth of his body, his presence—nothing could bring her peace. She hardly slept—or so she thought—awoken by the terror she felt when she was defenseless, not watching her own guard. Seryu bathed in her own sweat, pearls of fear dripped down her skinny body, into the sheets in which they both found themselves at this late hour. Jian, thankfully, was in a deep slumber. His chest rose and lowered gently, the rhythm of his heart and breath both in unison.
The husky, honey sweet voice scared the Shinigami out of her sleep, leaving behind a tired, worn-out Seryu. The sheer ‘vastness’ of her dark-circles was ridiculous, her lack of recovery ever so clearly visible. She suffered through one night that was unlike any other, lasting forever, barely making it through, all without knowing why.
Who are you?
It smiled.
Take another look, the greater soul proposed, a foreign density of spiritual pressure, different from anything, swept her away, Seryu remained breathless. Turn the lights on this time, he, who spoke to her, voiced his desire to see her, she felt his thousand arms wrap around her, pull her closer to a more secluded area of the room. I’ll show you who I am, she listened, obeyed him, climbed out of the bed and followed into the bathroom, You’ll be able to see me perfectly, he promised a promise, one which stirred her very own desire to discover the unknown.
Small feet pressed against the stone-cold tiles, she closed the door behind her back with care (of course it was not her intention to wake up her beloved) and quickly made her way across the room, towards the mirror. There was nothing to see for her, Seryu had not turned on the lights yet. A moment of hesitation made her question each and every action of hers - Who is this? Why am I listening to it? This is all too familiar, I have been here, I have done this.
Naturally curiosity always got the best of her.
She switched on the lights and recoiled from her own reflection, no scream, only utter chaos in her blood-red eyes. The first person she saw in the mirror was, without a doubt, herself - Seryu Akamine, torn into pieces, scarred, bleeding, fractured, deformed, ruined. Only a shadow of her former self, even she could hardly recognize the person she saw. Behind her stood Erasmus, his emerald-green eyes pierced through her soul the same way his sword had pierced through her body weeks early and it was all coming back to her at once.
Nagisa. Erasmus. Sekai. Takua.
I have to run while I still can.
Overwhelmed by her returning memories the Shinigami almost suffocated. She never made eye contact with anything she saw in the mirror, she’d turned her head away before it could speak again and splashed cold water into her face. You lied! She exclaimed angrily, This is not you! This me and, she clenched her fist, dug her nails into her own skin, ..and him! But not you. You are different. The voice returned at once, she shivered under its laughter. You’re right, that wasn’t me. You turned away too soon, you have to look at us for a little longer!
The feud and Nagisa, Erasmus’ torture, the encounter with Sekai, her reunion with Takua, a mysterious memory loss which somehow led her back to Jian, who, against all odds, stayed with her, waited patiently for her to remember even when it all seemed hopeless.
Seryu looked into the mirror and both images, hers and Erasmus’ became blurry, merged and gave birth to a third one, a young man with pale skin, blonde hair and black eyes with yellow irises. Fragments of a hollow mask covered parts of his face.
I am Vanity. I am Narcissism. I am Egoism. I am Weakness. I am Ignorance. I am Sahel—and I am everything you are as well.
He, the hollow, introduced himself politely, now for the 34th time tonight. Thirty-four times she’d been through this, her personal never-ending nightmare, one dream after another, constantly repeating every step, every mistake she made, without learning, without realizing. Seryu returned to her room wordlessly. She’d just go back to sleep, hoping that she’d wake up to something else rather than this again.
She would forget, allow Sahel to walk her through every step until now, where she’d choose not to run--but to lie down with Jian instead, believing that eventually even the longest of nights would be over and she could continue to live without the memories of her own, sad life and the consequences of her actions.
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The husky, honey sweet voice scared the Shinigami out of her sleep, leaving behind a tired, worn-out Seryu. The sheer ‘vastness’ of her dark-circles was ridiculous, her lack of recovery ever so clearly visible. She suffered through one night that was unlike any other, lasting forever, barely making it through, all without knowing why.
Who are you?
It smiled.
Take another look, the greater soul proposed, a foreign density of spiritual pressure, different from anything, swept her away, Seryu remained breathless. Turn the lights on this time, he, who spoke to her, voiced his desire to see her, she felt his thousand arms wrap around her, pull her closer to a more secluded area of the room. I’ll show you who I am, she listened, obeyed him, climbed out of the bed and followed into the bathroom, You’ll be able to see me perfectly, he promised a promise, one which stirred her very own desire to discover the unknown.
Small feet pressed against the stone-cold tiles, she closed the door behind her back with care (of course it was not her intention to wake up her beloved) and quickly made her way across the room, towards the mirror. There was nothing to see for her, Seryu had not turned on the lights yet. A moment of hesitation made her question each and every action of hers - Who is this? Why am I listening to it? This is all too familiar, I have been here, I have done this.
Naturally curiosity always got the best of her.
She switched on the lights and recoiled from her own reflection, no scream, only utter chaos in her blood-red eyes. The first person she saw in the mirror was, without a doubt, herself - Seryu Akamine, torn into pieces, scarred, bleeding, fractured, deformed, ruined. Only a shadow of her former self, even she could hardly recognize the person she saw. Behind her stood Erasmus, his emerald-green eyes pierced through her soul the same way his sword had pierced through her body weeks early and it was all coming back to her at once.
Nagisa. Erasmus. Sekai. Takua.
I have to run while I still can.
Overwhelmed by her returning memories the Shinigami almost suffocated. She never made eye contact with anything she saw in the mirror, she’d turned her head away before it could speak again and splashed cold water into her face. You lied! She exclaimed angrily, This is not you! This me and, she clenched her fist, dug her nails into her own skin, ..and him! But not you. You are different. The voice returned at once, she shivered under its laughter. You’re right, that wasn’t me. You turned away too soon, you have to look at us for a little longer!
The feud and Nagisa, Erasmus’ torture, the encounter with Sekai, her reunion with Takua, a mysterious memory loss which somehow led her back to Jian, who, against all odds, stayed with her, waited patiently for her to remember even when it all seemed hopeless.
Seryu looked into the mirror and both images, hers and Erasmus’ became blurry, merged and gave birth to a third one, a young man with pale skin, blonde hair and black eyes with yellow irises. Fragments of a hollow mask covered parts of his face.
I am Vanity. I am Narcissism. I am Egoism. I am Weakness. I am Ignorance. I am Sahel—and I am everything you are as well.
He, the hollow, introduced himself politely, now for the 34th time tonight. Thirty-four times she’d been through this, her personal never-ending nightmare, one dream after another, constantly repeating every step, every mistake she made, without learning, without realizing. Seryu returned to her room wordlessly. She’d just go back to sleep, hoping that she’d wake up to something else rather than this again.
She would forget, allow Sahel to walk her through every step until now, where she’d choose not to run--but to lie down with Jian instead, believing that eventually even the longest of nights would be over and she could continue to live without the memories of her own, sad life and the consequences of her actions.
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