Maeve let the letter fall and the wind caught it to carry it away. The copy of the letter that Maliss has sent Aristeaus. Her eyes casted upon the river as she lowered her head.
Her cheeks carried the signs of tears and the moisture could be still seen in her eyes. Maeve kept her gaze at the water surface.
“I once heard a legend about a river”, she started to whisper silently to herself. “... everything that fell in it changed into stone and sank to its bed. Leaves, feathers of birds, tears. I wish it would be this river… I would tear my heart from my chest and throw it into its water… so the pain, the desire and the memories would have an end.”
Another tear made its way down her cheek.
“I wish this river could carry my tears so deep into the ocean that I would forget about them… I was so happy the last few days, why can’t things be simple just one time in my life…”
“Because the gods will never forgive you, little Maeve”, she heard that dark, hissing voice close at her ear. Maeve didn’t turn around, she knew she would see no one. Demons always appear when their victims are in a weak moment.
She remained silent.
“Look at the pile of shards that you call your life, Maeve. Shards of memories and feelings, which are cutting you whenever you try to gather them up to repair. You are not meant to live, you are not meant to be happy. There is just darkness surrounding you and you are lost in it, searching for a light that doesn’t exist. Not for you. The gods hate you for what you are and they will never allow you the happiness you seek for. Do you want to follow this appearance of luck and deceive yourself just to get hurt in the end once more? Don’t you carry enough wounds? Those mortals hold no remedy for you, Maeve. It’s time for you to come back into your mothers arms. Take the place that belongs to you, child of Bjolmur. We can easily let you forget your pain and your memory and the feelings you suffer from deep inside. It’s a sweet thought, isn’t it? …”
About rivers and demons
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Maliss
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The days had been more than interesting the northern city proved to be a more fascinating place than he could have hoped and much that occurred there pleased him both with design and execution.
Yet the most extraordinary discovery was not politics or intrigue of plot no found with in the heart of girl human and little more than a child. He had found something he never thought to stumble upon a torment and disfigurement to spirit to rival his own shattered heart. His kitten, his unlightly savior that brought sun shine to the ice in his chest with a mixture and joy and pain to rival the most euphoric of dreams or darkest nightmare with the two intertwined she was his equal.
Fates conspire though as they tend to around those so delicately cursed and the same nature that forged them together would in turn be the catalyst to tear them asunder.
If the choice was him or her family there could be no choice his shattered heart would only in time be a cause of pain and chaos. On the other hand that family who there contact set him against were her hold on life and humanity.
She was the only thing he could not harm only being he would see no suffering touch, there was no choice.
May I ask you one thing kitten; now in this moment do you know I love as truly as I know how to love anything?
Parting was bitter and brutal the act of taking his arms from her so painful he was sure it should lacerate skin through sheer force.
I love you Maeve, and you are free.
Each step a sheer force of will until he could hear her no more and then he did something he had not done in years he ran. Fleeing the pain as if distance could cure the ache he ran until his legs gave way under him, alone in the woods he spent his pain in ragged weeping. Desolate and isolated he opened his eyes cold blue and tearful giving them the appearance of melting snow drifts.
With ragged breath he leant against the huge trunk of a fir tree and ran his fingers down the bark clawing at it with a snarl.
Once again I curse your creation, thrice cursed is this world in my eyes Elara be watchful for I am not done[/i]
Yet the most extraordinary discovery was not politics or intrigue of plot no found with in the heart of girl human and little more than a child. He had found something he never thought to stumble upon a torment and disfigurement to spirit to rival his own shattered heart. His kitten, his unlightly savior that brought sun shine to the ice in his chest with a mixture and joy and pain to rival the most euphoric of dreams or darkest nightmare with the two intertwined she was his equal.
Fates conspire though as they tend to around those so delicately cursed and the same nature that forged them together would in turn be the catalyst to tear them asunder.
If the choice was him or her family there could be no choice his shattered heart would only in time be a cause of pain and chaos. On the other hand that family who there contact set him against were her hold on life and humanity.
She was the only thing he could not harm only being he would see no suffering touch, there was no choice.
May I ask you one thing kitten; now in this moment do you know I love as truly as I know how to love anything?
Parting was bitter and brutal the act of taking his arms from her so painful he was sure it should lacerate skin through sheer force.
I love you Maeve, and you are free.
Each step a sheer force of will until he could hear her no more and then he did something he had not done in years he ran. Fleeing the pain as if distance could cure the ache he ran until his legs gave way under him, alone in the woods he spent his pain in ragged weeping. Desolate and isolated he opened his eyes cold blue and tearful giving them the appearance of melting snow drifts.
With ragged breath he leant against the huge trunk of a fir tree and ran his fingers down the bark clawing at it with a snarl.
Once again I curse your creation, thrice cursed is this world in my eyes Elara be watchful for I am not done[/i]
"If he left you because of us, he never loved you Maeve"
Those words were like slap in her face. She looked at Aristeaus with unbelieving in her eyes.
"Don't you see it, Aristeaus? He loves me so much, that he even would let me go, because he knows how precious my family is to me and he doesn't want to tear me apart from you. He loves me so much that he doeesn't want any harm come over me, now he even harms himself with that."
... that was what Maeve wanted to say in this moment, but she couldn't. Like a stone in her throat... and his words still hurted in her soul, opening the gates for the demon more and more.
... she turned around and left, without saying any word.
Those words were like slap in her face. She looked at Aristeaus with unbelieving in her eyes.
"Don't you see it, Aristeaus? He loves me so much, that he even would let me go, because he knows how precious my family is to me and he doesn't want to tear me apart from you. He loves me so much that he doeesn't want any harm come over me, now he even harms himself with that."
... that was what Maeve wanted to say in this moment, but she couldn't. Like a stone in her throat... and his words still hurted in her soul, opening the gates for the demon more and more.
... she turned around and left, without saying any word.
Within the Varshikar Castle, Athian Corulas sat in meditative posture, his mind for once clear of the daily turbluence that often heralded the raging headaches and foul moods that only few people in this world could lift. One was his dear wife, who always supported him even when she found fault with his ways, and the other his dear little sister Maeve, who was sibling, daughter and so much more all in one vessel, she who had endless faith in her older brother, endless faith...
He brushed the thoughts aside, focusing now on what few streams of elemental magic he could see in his minds eye. the lack of magic had been wearing his nerves as much as anything else, and only daily revitialzing meditations settled the hunger for the flame that boiled beneath his skin, but even then when he woke he found himself more violent then even he could possibly control. But then again little Maeve who was no longer so little had always been there to settle him back down, did he not owe her some level of faith and comitment...
A growl escaped the Warlocks throat as he battled with his wayward mind, attempting to get a reign upon his arant mind and pull it back to the task at hand. but he was failing. Athian opened his eyes and leaned back into the wall that he'd set himself next to, for this wasn't the first time his guilty thoughts had broke his concentration asunder. But, as to why he could not grasp. Maeve put so much faith in him, and since the day he'd found out about herself and her new found love, his own Jealousy had rumbled to the forefront of his awaking hours. He was selfish, that he knew. Though those sisters he looked after always moved on, Maeve was different, this poor child who no one had seemed to want had found her way to him and changed his life for the better, and since that day when he'd been able to leave behind a part of his darker past he'd sought only her protection. but even in that he was selfish. were it her father Trystans crazed rantings and imposing power or Aristeaus and Quins parent like affection, his claws had sharpened to the point where nothing was allowed to interfere with the delicate relationship he kept with the girl. it was wrong, wrong to want to keep her like an object, he'd known that even then, but that intensity he'd decided was needed in order to protect her to the fullest of his power, and so it had done it's job.
But that same Selfishness, and unmerited aggression toward Maliss had only done to sadden his sister. it was time to let her grow up, and yet he just couldn't fathom letting her go. selfish, selfish...
Athian took another deep breath. his fist curled in anger, his palms ignited with mana that he couldn't even control. a vicious slam of his knuckles sent the compiled energies skittering across the floor, like sparks from an unkept pyre.
I should...be more accepting. Worry or not it's not my place to hold her back. He said, swallowing hard, forcing his nature back as it raged in protest of the foolish words spoken by his tounge. no he would accept this, change was inevitable. and there would be much change to come as he lived out his blessing or curse some might say of longevity. but this change. was not ill. as much as he would deny it in the future. Acceptance, he'd been given such by Maeve, it would be the least he could do in return..
He brushed the thoughts aside, focusing now on what few streams of elemental magic he could see in his minds eye. the lack of magic had been wearing his nerves as much as anything else, and only daily revitialzing meditations settled the hunger for the flame that boiled beneath his skin, but even then when he woke he found himself more violent then even he could possibly control. But then again little Maeve who was no longer so little had always been there to settle him back down, did he not owe her some level of faith and comitment...
A growl escaped the Warlocks throat as he battled with his wayward mind, attempting to get a reign upon his arant mind and pull it back to the task at hand. but he was failing. Athian opened his eyes and leaned back into the wall that he'd set himself next to, for this wasn't the first time his guilty thoughts had broke his concentration asunder. But, as to why he could not grasp. Maeve put so much faith in him, and since the day he'd found out about herself and her new found love, his own Jealousy had rumbled to the forefront of his awaking hours. He was selfish, that he knew. Though those sisters he looked after always moved on, Maeve was different, this poor child who no one had seemed to want had found her way to him and changed his life for the better, and since that day when he'd been able to leave behind a part of his darker past he'd sought only her protection. but even in that he was selfish. were it her father Trystans crazed rantings and imposing power or Aristeaus and Quins parent like affection, his claws had sharpened to the point where nothing was allowed to interfere with the delicate relationship he kept with the girl. it was wrong, wrong to want to keep her like an object, he'd known that even then, but that intensity he'd decided was needed in order to protect her to the fullest of his power, and so it had done it's job.
But that same Selfishness, and unmerited aggression toward Maliss had only done to sadden his sister. it was time to let her grow up, and yet he just couldn't fathom letting her go. selfish, selfish...
Athian took another deep breath. his fist curled in anger, his palms ignited with mana that he couldn't even control. a vicious slam of his knuckles sent the compiled energies skittering across the floor, like sparks from an unkept pyre.
I should...be more accepting. Worry or not it's not my place to hold her back. He said, swallowing hard, forcing his nature back as it raged in protest of the foolish words spoken by his tounge. no he would accept this, change was inevitable. and there would be much change to come as he lived out his blessing or curse some might say of longevity. but this change. was not ill. as much as he would deny it in the future. Acceptance, he'd been given such by Maeve, it would be the least he could do in return..
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Maliss
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Walking down past the grey haven he heard the guard captains words,
Maeve, as per my words to arist you are safe about town..so please let me keep them by you keeping with a group
Pressing himself flat against the wall he listened to the words traveling around the corner. No other words came from her yet she was there he bit back a curse he was not going to be able to keep his word to arist if he saw her now.
Rounding the corner some moments later he thought he might slip by sticking to the borders of the wood. He heard his name called and against better judgment or perhaps just from sheer need turned.
There at the back of the crowd she stood edging forward slowly as if some magnetism drew her,the same strange force that glued his feet to the ground at that moment.
Infinity and a blink of an eye later she was in his arms, he raised her from the ground and just held her to him.
Words of such simple vulnerability falling from his lips he would have been shocked were he not intoxicated by her simple presence in his arms.
And for a moment i am whole.
Later by the river they simply sat wrapped about each other, words hard to find.
I wont let you fall, but I cannot fight them for you either
I am weak maeve, weak in my care for you that i have so hurt you in a final attempt to save you. I to have looked for my death i thought to end this all on one good note, a last noble act setting you free
She spoke the need in her voice like daggers through his chest...
I'm begging here for your love and your near... don't deny it... it's hurting so deeply
Cold as ice word formed in his throat and empty they sounded echoing off the hollow in his chest.
I cannot do differently, Arist has my words until he has killed me or we have spoken I will honor them..
He has my words and you have my love, so a strange knot indeed
The memories flooded back from the afternoon at the river as he sat again alone. She was the only thing that touched him in what seemed a thousand years, and certainly the only love to touch him in longer.
and if you have killed the hate in me maeve I wonder if i remain beautiful
He now wondered if he even remained capable, and gods he missed her.
Aristeaus said to me... 'When he leaves you because of us, he never really loved you'
"It is like this that I live uninvited" he thought to himself standing slowly. What ever may come there was still work to be done.
Maeve, as per my words to arist you are safe about town..so please let me keep them by you keeping with a group
Pressing himself flat against the wall he listened to the words traveling around the corner. No other words came from her yet she was there he bit back a curse he was not going to be able to keep his word to arist if he saw her now.
Rounding the corner some moments later he thought he might slip by sticking to the borders of the wood. He heard his name called and against better judgment or perhaps just from sheer need turned.
There at the back of the crowd she stood edging forward slowly as if some magnetism drew her,the same strange force that glued his feet to the ground at that moment.
Infinity and a blink of an eye later she was in his arms, he raised her from the ground and just held her to him.
Words of such simple vulnerability falling from his lips he would have been shocked were he not intoxicated by her simple presence in his arms.
And for a moment i am whole.
Later by the river they simply sat wrapped about each other, words hard to find.
I wont let you fall, but I cannot fight them for you either
I am weak maeve, weak in my care for you that i have so hurt you in a final attempt to save you. I to have looked for my death i thought to end this all on one good note, a last noble act setting you free
She spoke the need in her voice like daggers through his chest...
I'm begging here for your love and your near... don't deny it... it's hurting so deeply
Cold as ice word formed in his throat and empty they sounded echoing off the hollow in his chest.
I cannot do differently, Arist has my words until he has killed me or we have spoken I will honor them..
He has my words and you have my love, so a strange knot indeed
The memories flooded back from the afternoon at the river as he sat again alone. She was the only thing that touched him in what seemed a thousand years, and certainly the only love to touch him in longer.
and if you have killed the hate in me maeve I wonder if i remain beautiful
He now wondered if he even remained capable, and gods he missed her.
Aristeaus said to me... 'When he leaves you because of us, he never really loved you'
"It is like this that I live uninvited" he thought to himself standing slowly. What ever may come there was still work to be done.
Wind billowed through the vacant castle, old tattered banners once more bought to life,a slight crackling sound from a small fire which danced in the darkness would have been the only sign of life if not for the silent figure sitting before it.
Maeve and Maliss, darkness and deceit..
Raising himself from the old seat, Aristeaus approaches the fireplace.
Love, what we do for love.
The man's eyes close as he rests a gauntleted hand upon the stone wall, his head bowing towards the flames.
Maeve and Maliss, darkness and deceit..
Raising himself from the old seat, Aristeaus approaches the fireplace.
Love, what we do for love.
The man's eyes close as he rests a gauntleted hand upon the stone wall, his head bowing towards the flames.
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Maliss
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does my soft touch burn on your skin?
and what do you intent to do now .. puppy? Keep playing your game with your words or trying to prove that you really can be wolfyou are not brave enough to tighten your grip around me, that's why I left you. you are weak in your being
Her words very cruel and manner tempting old games the likes of which they had played the night they met. She was returning to him, his kitten in all her glory. His kindered spirit two broken predators...
you long for something, and yes, I would give it to you. but you are not brave enough to take it
To hold her again he would have to own her again, he had relinquished all his hate for her. She had shunned him for it now to hold her again he must find his hate. Old habits are easy, a moments work.
A dark and consuming love a game of power, the way he had known her best his single path back to her.
Yet the end joke was on him as the moment unraveled and in his arms he held the girl he had grown to love. The demon receded revealing the truth he had not seen; they were two halves of the same body. Now he had broken her innocence’s and harmed the part he adored above his own life.
We were one, but now we got splitted. And yes, she owned and controlled me for a long time, but she broke and now you killed her.
and I thank you dearly for that, you did a good job
Mary, I didn’t know...I couldn’t know. I just needed you, I love you.
She was already gone the demon in her skin gloated and prepared to leave.
It seemed a blur now in memory, He had taken up the blade and calling on desperation and an old God he hated above all things not his own heart gouged out his eye.
Elara my penance
Elara, as you once knew me. find that child, return what i broke. I beg i plead i submit.
Strange irony he thought to himself, cut out my eye to see her one last time.
It had worked if only for a moment long enough for him to lay oaths to the girl he loved, he was coming for her she wouldn’t die, the demon couldn’t have her.....
Sitting by the river the blinding headache disrupted his recollection as he gently fingered the wound that had once been his eye.
Infection sets fast, he thought to himself.
Still he wouldn’t need much longer, one more demon one over due good act. The darkness and cold embrace of death hovered before his eye, tempting and calling. No peace but perhaps cold enough to forget with in..
Soon, soon enough he said standing from the river bank.
Question is now...what am i to do
and what do you intent to do now .. puppy? Keep playing your game with your words or trying to prove that you really can be wolfyou are not brave enough to tighten your grip around me, that's why I left you. you are weak in your being
Her words very cruel and manner tempting old games the likes of which they had played the night they met. She was returning to him, his kitten in all her glory. His kindered spirit two broken predators...
you long for something, and yes, I would give it to you. but you are not brave enough to take it
To hold her again he would have to own her again, he had relinquished all his hate for her. She had shunned him for it now to hold her again he must find his hate. Old habits are easy, a moments work.
A dark and consuming love a game of power, the way he had known her best his single path back to her.
Yet the end joke was on him as the moment unraveled and in his arms he held the girl he had grown to love. The demon receded revealing the truth he had not seen; they were two halves of the same body. Now he had broken her innocence’s and harmed the part he adored above his own life.
We were one, but now we got splitted. And yes, she owned and controlled me for a long time, but she broke and now you killed her.
and I thank you dearly for that, you did a good job
Mary, I didn’t know...I couldn’t know. I just needed you, I love you.
She was already gone the demon in her skin gloated and prepared to leave.
It seemed a blur now in memory, He had taken up the blade and calling on desperation and an old God he hated above all things not his own heart gouged out his eye.
Elara my penance
Elara, as you once knew me. find that child, return what i broke. I beg i plead i submit.
Strange irony he thought to himself, cut out my eye to see her one last time.
It had worked if only for a moment long enough for him to lay oaths to the girl he loved, he was coming for her she wouldn’t die, the demon couldn’t have her.....
Sitting by the river the blinding headache disrupted his recollection as he gently fingered the wound that had once been his eye.
Infection sets fast, he thought to himself.
Still he wouldn’t need much longer, one more demon one over due good act. The darkness and cold embrace of death hovered before his eye, tempting and calling. No peace but perhaps cold enough to forget with in..
Soon, soon enough he said standing from the river bank.
Question is now...what am i to do