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Alexus summoned a lighter as the outline of a familiar driveway came into view, his mind back at the house he had come from as he approached the one he spent more of his time in. As his cigarette began to burn, he questioned once again, his reason for dragging this all out. Better yet, what incentive was there to end it? The reaper rolled his shoulders, ringing the doorbell and shifting his weight to one hip. Rylee was typically off on the weekends, but despite that he didn’t feel endangered of being caught. Afterall, how far had things fallen now? Shrugging it off with a flash of discontent, Alex looked for the door to open. Yesterday had been nice but he hadn’t come onto that day’s company, hadnt had the heart to after seeing the earnest expression the other male wore. A boy like that wouldnt know what he was getting himself into- but Alva knew and had no more interest in the ordeal than what naturally already involved her. Honestly, she had no reason to think he was here for anything other than the usual, yet -and this was a first since they’d met- he was. Alex wouldnt have thought so, but even in this state he would long for company every so often. He wasn’t in the mood for his normal activities, that was the unusual part. Checking his phone, he was sure he had text Alva ahead of time, so she would be expecting him around now. ”Hey, Buttercup, open up.”
He could arrive so early because, well, he didnt sleep. It was only now that he considered she herself did...? Knowing her work schedule, she would have had maybe six hours of sleep before he’d texted, ideally, anyway. Removing his cigarette to exhale the smoke, the reaper contemplated the sensativity or lack thereof in his actions. It could primarily be opinion, but the creature’s will seemed mostly unspoken in the majority of cases- and that pattern worked for him; however, whether he began impeding on her time, he hadn’t a clue or the inclination to ask. He CONSIDERED it, and that seemed to matter to him more- he could adjust before it became a ferocious habit; afterall, usually he wouldn’t drop by on weekends with his wife being home the entirety of the time. There did arrive the curiosity what Alva did on her days off- what her hobbies were and where she went when going out. For as long a time as they’d been seeing each other now, he should have taken an interest sooner— right? Or should it remain none of his business? Either way, they were getting out of the house now, so hopefully it would be enjoyable enough that they’d both be distracted. It would be his treat, so out of all things, she wouldn’t much be in the position to complain. His companionship wasnt so worth hating that she would want nothing to do with him? Ah, who needed to be in their own head so much? There was no pressure today, just a chance to chill out together.
”I know this sounds insane coming from me, but I hope you’re dressed. That is, if you want to catch food and a movie?” He continued, hopefully into an open doorway or a soon to be one.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2018 8:22 pm
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Location:Home ♚ Company: Alex ♚ Money: $1000 ♚ Attire: [ Casual] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
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Alva sleep after their stint at the bar was long lived. The being did not really need to rest for a long time, a fairly simple four hours or rest and they felt good as knew. Alex's contact had in the middle of their leisure as they sat in the midst of their living room with a set of paints and a canvas. It was part of the way the featureless being spent their time, a peaceful past time that they had spent centuries perfecting before their imprisonment and release. The text had let them know that they would be receiving company, though the details were somewhat sparse.
Alva reasonably assumed it was for their normal activities, indulging in a simple physical connection where he could not get another at the time...an arrangement that worked for Alva. It was a small surprise as they believed that on these days the reaper spent time with his wife, but perhaps she was not there.
Alva didn't prepare immediately instead focusing on their panting, a calm scene of the beach with a lone figure looking out at its seemingly endless expanse. There were many pictures like this around, piles of old occupied canvases that they did little with until it was time to throw them away. Some of the paintings were light, and some dark. Some made sense, and others not, but there was many of them.
Once it got close his general approach they made their way away from their paintings to prepare for proper arrival. They were already dressed thanks to their early arrival, so it was mostly just preparation now. A small trip to the bathroom to make sure they looked presentable. Alva dressed in a way that did not immediately identify them all the time, but when it came to Alex he had made it clear that he viewed Alva as a female and so their outfit was at least somewhat feminine though what he really saw they did not know. What anyone saw of them, they were unaware of.
As they checked themselves there was a knock at the door, Alex had arrived. They slowly made their way to the front door a dull look in their eyes as normal before they opened it to greet their guest.
To Alex, Alva would appear more female more filling in her outfit physically meant to match whatever his tastes at the moment were. She had a faint smile on her face a more welcoming appearance though unclear if true or untrue. She did not seem displeased with his presence in the least. Her overall appearance was still greatly subdued, as was her mannerisms but they did at least feel welcoming.
How many times had they done this anyway? How far had they carried it? He would be well aware of their nature by this point though there was nothing to it. Alva did not seem to mind, nor did she ever try to drag him further as some other would.
She bowed a bit "Good morning." her voice lighter, a bit on the deeper side but not enough to overtake a feminine edge. They stood in the middle, hands on the sides on the door before he began to speak. She blinked a few times as he spoke of them....hanging out? Well that was always the term, but this seemed more casual and friendly than carnal. It was a shock to even the creation, but after a moment she would give him a willing nod.
She stepped back from the door "That sounds wonderful." she gave to drive the point home though she motioned for him to step inside "I need to get my bag and put some things away, would you mind waiting inside?" she asked, though it was safer. Alva knew his situation and didn't want him caught though there was a chance that anyone who saw them would imagine he was just meeting a friend anyway due to her abilities.
She made her way to her room however, but if Alex did step inside he would at least see a glimpse of one of her hobbies which she did normally put away when he came. Her multitude of paintings. She would call from the room "What movie might we be seeing Sir Alex?" Alva did greatly love movies, the memories of going to attend the cinema always strong in her mind.
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"...I'll take all the pain for you. Now and until the end. "
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 2:18 am
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Alexus rocked on his heels, his back half turned to the door as it twitsted on its hinges. When he did look up, only at the sound of her voice, he was standing a few feet from the silver-eyed artist. After nodding silently to her greeting, the reaper faced her full on and scanned her outfit. ”Wont be too hot in that jac- ah, never mind. You look cute.” He’d begin, only to turn his head and exhale swirling white smoke. Alva would know whether she wanted a coat or not, no need for him scrutinize her choice in clothing. It was nice though, it hung well off her frame. Besides, he had never minded her appearance; for one, he liked her hair, he had always liked long hair; and, he’d only looked at her for her body, not what she wore over it. What did he expect, for her to open up in lingerie? That’d give them away for sure, as grateful as he would be and as much as he’d enjoy it. He chuckled to himself.
Pleased that she liked his suggestion, nor questioned his deviation in behavior, Alexus put out his cigarette before letting himself inside behind the woman. Closing the door, he confined his hands into his pocket and allowed interest to flutter over his expression as he strolled about her livingroom. He had been content to take the couch and wait, but for once there was something new about the place. Maybe he had always missed it, though, with certainty, the room had never been so crowded with art before. Things were bound to be new before long, and when he thought about it, they had only been in this for twenty-something days. Not even a month yet, although it was coming up on one. He would eventually have come across something that expressed more of her personality, aside from the blaring purity of white she so seemed to favor. How anyone could like a house so bright, he didn’t personally know.
Bending down to inspect a random canvas for a signature, the realer lifted his chin to consider Alva’s question. He spent a lot of time at the theater, trying to waste the hours that never ended. He had seen everything out three or four times each. Unless something had premiered over the weekend, there was nothing to see over which he could be excited. ”Whatever you want, Angel. I like scary things buuut that might not be your style.” He rubbed his fingers over his bottom lip. Usually he would have a joke ready about using the cover of darkness to cop a feel- those were mostly meant for his wife. With a shake of his head, he cleared it out of his mind and stood himself straight. Alva shouldnt be much longer if she was only grabbing a bag. Leaning to see towards the stairs, Alex would c**k his head. ”Maybe grab a throw blanket? We’re going to be out on the beach- the drive-in.”
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 3:52 am
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Location:Home ♚ Company: Alex ♚ Money: $1000 ♚ Attire: [ Casual] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
"Be at peace please.."
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Alva gave her a slightly bow at the complement he gave her though following on stifled question about the beings choice of attire. Alva probably wouldn't have been able to give him much of an answer either, but the generally blank being did pay some heed to fashion in their search for clothing that neither fit only males or females. This was one of the few they could find in terms of casual attire. The complement felt nice though since generally she answered in jeans and a t-shirt. It wasn't like clothing was important in their arrangement.
Once she was in her room it did not take her long to find her bag, it was mostly her putting away various supplied she dug out in her free time as Alva normally preferred a clean house. She did not wish to dirty its walls for long for as long as she spent painting and choosing unmarred color. She could hear him from the other room, a suggestion of a comfy blanket as they were to journey to the drive through as well as confirmation of her being able to choose. Alva did not mind scary movies, though she would see what was there once they arrived. She did indeed go into her drawers to pick up the throw blanket, or one of several. She chose a comfortably knitted ensemble, something that wouldn't make them too uncomfortable, white as anything else but with golden accents.
Once she got it she would make her way downstairs with it folded under her arms. It was still odd, to think their meeting was to spend time as....friends if one wished to use such a word. That implied greater connection, but acquaintance felt hollow given their time thought short. She did grab a thin sheet from the back of the couch and moved over to the painting. She gently draped it over her work before nodding to Alex "Well then, lets us enjoy a bright day...as friends." it still felt strange but it was what she gave moving over to the door. She let him out first, locking it behind her.
Her silver eyes scanned the neighborhood for a moment before following his lead. She ran over the choice of mood so that she wasn't meandering when they reached the theater. Perhaps something science-fiction, the quality possibly didn't matter or perhaps she might give in to horror. Alva didn't favor horror, merely didn't mind it but she didn't want him to be disinterested either...though for either of them that was normal. She'd figure it out for now they needed to get there.
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"...I'll take all the pain for you. Now and until the end. "
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 5:10 am
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Alva made her appearance, descending the stairs before too much time had passed. Alex, partly cleared from the paintings now, began to rock on his heels as he poured his gaze over the parts of the woman he liked the most. He had been with so many and cared so little for of whom that he hardly put effort into chosing a preference. She was who she was, the man wasn’t asking that she be well curved, of medium height and plumped lipped- no, but it mattered how good she was in bed. In Alva’s case, it had followed a dry spell with Rylee and, well, he’d began showing up everyday but the weekends, if that spoke for itself. Besides, he couldnt stand the idea of potentially hurting his wife; if he could just turn his powers on and off- yet, he could not.
”You painted all of these? That’s quite the hobby.” Began Alex once he’d had his fill. He was simply making conversation but could admit his curiosity. Maybe it was his upbringing, but it bugged him to think a person could actually be a blank canvas as Alva seemed to be. He doubted she was, and even without developing feelings for her he still felt compelled to know her for more than just their physical relationship. Hell, he wasn’t keeping too many secrets himself, she already knew about his wife from night one. Still, maybe he could appreciate their unfamiliarity on some level. He wasn’t necessarily the same playboy he was in anybody else’s eyes. Whatever he was with her, she took that at face value. He wasnt...he guessed...a disappointment to her like with Rylee, even though he knew Rylee would never say that aloud.
Swishing the air around between his cheeks, the husband managed to keep from biting his lips like he ws compelled to when nervous. Was she going to be showing up in his head all day? Probably. He had been wondering since he walked out the door, whether she’d call him to come back home. He might be checking his watch later, deciding whether he’d leave if he did get a call, to maintain the rouse- or would he not care anymore, admit that he hadn’t wanted to find his way home for the past few days. Alex didn’t know, looking up and purring in amusement as Alva spoke. ”Alright~, sounds like fun.” He’d agree, tickled by the long pause before she called them friends. Yeah, maybe that was accurate. Offering to take the blanket should she like him to, Alex quietly saw himself to the door, walking to the end of the driveway as Alva locked up behind them.
Inhaling the fresh air, the onyx haired angel saw his cue to lead. Was she honestly down for this, or had she not thought it fully through? ”Are you hungry, by chance? It’s going to be a bit before it’s dark enough to see a movie, I thought of a couple of stops before then- Tso’s, maybe a smoothy and a walk on the beach. Bars are slow on Sundays, right? I’m not going to assume you can get away for a night to screw around with me. I’ll respect your time if you want to roll by the theater instead.” The gentle purr never left his throat as he set a moderate pace, his hands finding their way back into his pockets. He was a spoiled rich boy but he knew about not getting his way. On top of that, this wasnt their usual schedule by a long shot, so by all means, he’d understand.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 10:44 pm
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Location:Home ♚ Company: Alex ♚ Money: $1000 ♚ Attire: [ Casual] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
"Be at peace please.."
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Alva had nodded once Alex asked about the paintings he saw, her silver-eyes scanning them one last time before the covering when down fully. She shifted her paints and setting her brushes aside as well as set-up for her inevitable return "It makes things less quiet." she would have told him, though it sounded like a strange thing.
There was no need to elaborate on her feelings towards painting as he hadn't come with such questions in mind. It wasn't like he ever really did, so she never really did elaborate on much about herself either not that it bothered her. It made sense to maintain some level of distance, to prevent expectation on the other. She just needed to be good in bed, and she was. Ages of experience to rely upon after all she was built to please. She, however, bore no real expectation of him. He was who he was. When the inevitable came to pass then it also left nothing residual in its place...whenever it might be.
Handing him the blanket before fully left. She pondered over his question in regards to her hunger. It did finally occur to her "I could eat." she said "I forgot to do so before going into the bar, and after." she instantly came home to rest and tend to her plants, to keep them healthy like she did the people around her when she was nearby. Alva did have a habit of forgetting her own hunger. She gently touched her own lips, tracing her thumb across them in thought at his mention of work.
She shook her head from side to side slowly "That plan is fine." she said "My time is not pressed. The bar is deathly still on a Sundays time. My absence is not much of an issue on these days." she said and while she did go in to tend to it as was her job, it wasn't like it was a pressing matter. She could easily get away for a night in order to spent time with Alex assuming his wife didn't call upon him first. If she did, Alva knew he'd probably go needs or not.
She didn't spend much time out, so this would be interesting so it seemed worth it.
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"...I'll take all the pain for you. Now and until the end. "
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2018 9:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 6:57 pm
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Rylee had left him once before, for a time about as long as was now passing them: Three weeks. It hurt. It had hurt before but desperation had overtaken that, he had proposed in front of some taxi meant to take her to the airport. Back then, a job on another continent had seemed better to her than dealing with him and his bullshit. While he understood this innately, he felt confused simultaneously. He wasn’t entirely sure over what he was confused, or it he was confusing his confusion for numbness. Did he feel numb? Three weeks into their separation, he was thinking of how unextraordinary that proposal had been. How it had happened as some ploy to get her back rather than what what everyone said a proposal was supposed to be. He’d proposed to her on a sidewalk to keep her from taking a job. What's more, the man had never even thought twice about that. He had never been faithful to Rylee before then; they were supposed to have been exclusive, yet not once while they were dating had he ever not been seeing someone on the side. It was simply habit, the thing to do because it was what he’d always done. Yet, as an empty house caused him to reflect, it began to sink in why he was so confused:
Had he gotten down on one knee for Rylee for the right reasons? And now that he was reliving the reason he'd done it once, why was he so reluctant to do it again? If it would prove he was willing to go the mile the same as he had five years ago. But was he? He wasn't’ so sure he wanted to go back, he wouldn't be bringing anything new to the table if he did that now. His hands were empty, he was still bedding other women. He didn't have any promises she hadn’t heard before or that he hadn’t broken before. How does he to handle this? For some reason, the silence hurt him deeper than the separation itself. It had been silent before she left, too. They had essentially stopped taking- not especially literally, but mostly in the sense...it was a motion to go through, it was small talk. The last time he’d told her anything on his heart, he’d said he wasn't happy being married. Then she began to work even when she hadn’t needed to, and he began jumping through her hoops so as not to draw attention to the fact he wasn’t really so bothered by the fact she came home less.
This silence spoke differently. This was the silence of an ending- of a book that was on it’s last page; the last sentence had been read and his gut was knotted up hoping more words would magically appear. This felt like the end. As he climbed out of Alva’s bed, feeling the weight of his sins hanging off his shoulders, he picked his pants up off the floor and dragged his phone from out the back pocket. One hundred and fifty unreplied messages. Rylee wouldn't risk being talked into giving him more chances, she knew he could do that and wouldn’t even have a hard time doing it. He’d visit the hotel but not at the possibility of facing the wolf’s wrath. All signs point to her wanting him to stay away from her, and the thing eating away from him was the creeping belief that she didn't need time for times sake anymore. If he didn’t do something now, would he be giving her time or standing aside as their marriage ended? He wondered, an wondered, until he used sex to shut the thoughts out. That had worked for a while.
He scrolled through the messages he'd sent yesterday, lingering on the last sent before adding to the count. One hundred and fifty-one.
Dove
I want you to come home.
And he'd exhale a heavy sigh, drooping his head and shoulders as his fingers weaved through his hair. It would make a difference to him if she merely saw it, he knew better than to hope she’d reply. Was she keeping her phone off? Groaning absently, the reaper tapped his phone to his lips, cerulean orbs unfocused and glued on the wall. Alexus wasn't fooling himself, he couldn't make good on anymore promises...wasn't entirely convinced he was ready to again. Still, her company was embedded into him. He needed Rylee even if everyday of it was….
Miserable.
He'd been miserable. But the thing was? He was only more miserable this way. Even while sleeping with Alva, or anyone else he so cared to. This wasn't happiness. Alexus used his toes to push his boxers back and forth on the floor, muted to the world around him as he stared at his text. Was the truth simply that he didn't want to be married anymore? He wanted to stop failing his marriage. He couldn't, not now, maybe not ever.
”I'm such a screw up.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 5:09 am
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Location:Home ♚ Company: Alex ♚ Money: $1000 ♚ Attire: [ Casual] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
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Alva stirred gently in bed even as Alex moved. The fake being hadn't minded much when Alex came to its home with news of the sad fate that had befallen his marriage. Alva willing offered to share its bed, its home with the reaper who had visited many times before. It was honestly like Alex had the home to himself when he was there, for the simulacrum was a quiet being. It was always willing to offer word and comfort to the reaper, never a suspicious or inconvenienced expression gracing its gentle face.
She (As what Alex saw her) would slowly sit up in her bed. Her dull white eyes slowly scanning the room until she caught sight of Alex on the opposite side, phone in hand pondering over his situation. The simulacrum did not bother him, instead rising from her own bed and to her dresser which she opened slowly. Alva did feel terrible about it, but it was not her feelings that mattered here. She was designed to help people, to take their pain and bear it all on her shoulders and yet...she only added to his. She wished she was able to console him, but the way she was it was hard to afford words that carried the emotion Alex needed.
They carried their attire, and their self to their bathroom where they took care of their appearance, their hygiene, and dressed for the day. Alva stared into the mirror, looking past their own nonspecific visage to the crack in the bathroom door to the bedroom. Silent. It was something Alva was used to but they were not quite used to it being so silent with another around. It wasn't a peaceful silence, but a pained one. Alva knew Alex was not a bad man. A bad man did not hurt like he did, but like them...he was slave to himself. They did nothing to help that. Looking at the eyes staring back at them they let out a small sigh.
Once things were done, they cleaned the shower briefly though they rarely had filth to wash off so the job was easy, they stepped out and made their way to the entrance of the bedroom. Alva looked back to the solemn figure, her eyes scanning him up and down. Longing for his wife to return to him, to at least exchange words with him about where they go. Alva had seen it many times, and she had been the other woman many times. She was always the other woman, always the knife. It was inevitable of course, but she was involved.
She gently rapped on the white wood frame to catch his attention. She nodded "I will be preparing breakfast. I...you are free to join me Alex." she offered him. It would be the first time she really cooked for him if he really did feel the need to join "My house is your home so long as you need." she said, her tone gentle and soothing as he may have always heard it. She wondered when he might vent, when he might break....but for now she was content to play the host, the friend, the doll. She was always ready to be whatever it took to help, especially with someone she had finally gotten to call a friend.
The androgynous creation made its way downstairs and to its kitchen where it would begin to prepare a meal for them both. Breakfast was simple, probably not as luxurious as Alex preferred. The thing was a simple creature itself and lived simply so breakfast reflected this though it could make a simple thing heavenly. Eggs, toast, juice though they had their own orange juice , homemade jam, ham or bacon. They figured they would be done by the time Alex decided to come down.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2018 1:16 pm
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The shifting of a second body in bed didn't alert Alexus much, even a soundless presence was better than what waited for him a neighborhood over. Being around Alva for a while was both the image of comfort and a reminder of what he had taken advantage of, but for now, he was thriving on the latter. Although, for as much as she welcomed him there, he would only stay a day or two before considering the offer expired; for one, he couldn't overlook that being with her was what had gotten him in this position, and for another, he wouldn't catch himself taking advantage of her, or becoming dependent on her to get through this. He didn't blame her for any of this, but he wasn’t delirious enough to think he was helping his situation by being here.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2019 7:03 pm
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Location: Home ♚ Company: None ♚ Money: $1000♚ Attire: [In Pic] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
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The show had been the briefest of reprieves from the dismal state outside. A collection of artists and creators many of whom they had been interested in getting to know and see. The artist wanted to know how they created such fantastic works and perhaps...know if perhaps they had the ability to do so. It was unfortunate that fate ordained they that ray of hope be stripped from them early. An incident which forced Alva to return back to their home and to hide their face away again for a time. They merely assumed they were to blame as always. They had new scratches, and a new bruise on their face to show for their error. Truthfully it was their choice to leave as others had asked them to remain, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it unless they sour the air with their falsehoods.
It wasn't long that they returned before the world began to roar. The rain falling so heavily that it was nearly impossible to ignore. The floods didn't make travel very feasible though the false creature willingly traveled through it for several things...but every time they could only find that their mind sank deeper into the growing waters.
They wished to paint, to imagine and yet....the rain only made it impossible. Every stroke of her brush only resulted in an imperfect image. Too long. Too thin. Too short. Too big. Too...unfocused. They couldn't bring any image to life so long as they could hear the pounding of the rain. They tried music, but no matter how loud the music got they couldn't drown out the sounds of rain. If it were possible they would describe what they felt as frustration but in the end there was nothing. There was silent. Their face remained as solid and blank as their newest canvas.
It was after several attempts that the simulacra finally gave up. Piles of wet clothes set on the floor in the corner not too far from the white couch. Their canvas and its easel in the middle of the room. The pallet sat on a stand next to it and they still held the brush. The thing laid on the couch, staring up at their white ceiling and there was..nothing. They could still hear it, and it stopped them from thinking of too much.
The rain was never so gentle to them no matter how much they wished they could divine comfort from something so natural. Their plants craved it and they granted that to them, but they could never share in the sentiment. The rain was a bane to them as if they were being reminded that they were not...natural.
They sat there, in a pair of dry pants and a white shirt, arm over the eyes trying to think of anything but the rain. Their mind drifted to a certain woman and the kindness they once showed, to Alex and his plight, and to Iris. They met Iris some time ago but ever since then the Hellhound was on their mind. It was not love, no, Alva was not sure they were capable but it was interest and curiosity. They wondered how the rain held him now, or if perhaps he got free. They wondered if he was giving into that darkness in his eyes even now, or if perhaps the rain quieted those instincts truly. He seemed more free than they, but they had no way of knowing.
They tried to clear their mind and instead just laid there, closing their eyes to try and get away from the world for a moment.
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"...I'll take all the pain for you. Now and until the end. "
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2019 1:07 am
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 ❛I do not fear death.
I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born,
And had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
"How do I know you’re not the killer?” she asked.
“Because you would’ve been the first victim."❜
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I'm feeling indifferent. || I'm speaking to Alva. || I'm wearing feminine casual || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I have feelings for no one.
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There was thunder and lightning, and within that split second, the world was set alight, lit in every corners of its dark streets and small alleyways. All the while the wind was rising, delivering the smell of raindrops on --at this point-- flooded soil. The day dawned cloudy, nearly pitch black. And cold with heavy rain that chilled her skin coloured by inks of her tattoos at every inch. In the flooded streets of downtown, the hell hound drifted, feeling the harsh raindrops phase through her body of black mist, like a split portion of a dark rain cloud descended from the thunderous skies, like the blurred image of a brief shadow. Glowing hues of crimson flickered while she stood in the dark alley way, of what seemed to be her feet ghosting just above the surface of the muddy rising waters. Striking gaze watched the streets that were both empty, and busy. Empty from living warmth of humans, like a city long abandoned, yet busy with lost souls and tormented spirits, of foggy images shaped like humans, some hunched over, some limping, some with familiar gashes of wounds across their chest, and a hole the size of a quarter in the center of their palms. There were faint sounds shackles and chains dragging across grounds of concrete and dirt, of painful moans echoed in different octaves, of quiet and deep mutterings of lost languages, and the quiet, but apparent whispers of her name. And then they stopped, with heads turned in her direction, accompanied with the soft crackles of bones.
They were staring.
The hell-hound inhaled a shaky breath, washed over with concerning excitement at the hands latching upon her wrists, with fingers digging painfully against the soft skin, of nails clawing against the flesh of her arms, leaving red streaks within its wake. Crimson gaze fell to those gathered by her feet, of angry souls and painful cries hammering against her eardrums, clawing against the back of her mind. Yet she never knew if they were real, or if they were thoughts and images her own messed up mind had conjured. Her hand cupped their cheek, cold, yet.. non-existent, and her lips pressed against theirs, feeling a chilling pressure that seeped uncomfortably into the depths of her bones. And the voices ceased, crumbling into all but dust and soil, with the only proof of their existence in the form of faint, spreading discolouration on her wrists, and scratches like stripes of tigers marking her own arms. But within that split moment of silence, the hell-hound was reminded briefly of Alva, of the perfectly-crafted beauty she had met only a few days prior.
Iris drifted, like a cloud of dust blown by the harsh wind as she stopped in front of the downtown bar of where they've first met, where it smelled of a flowery fragrance in the places they lingered. Sweet, yet unrepulsive to the hellish being. Iris wondered how they were doing, with her mind briefly pondering over the heavenly being over the past few days. Smokey hands ran across the wet glass plane of the wooden entrance, phasing through the trickles of rain droplets gathered upon the glassy, semi-opaque surface. And at the thought of them, she begun to drift once more, this time following the familiar path they walked a few days prior, the familiar scent that only grew stronger the more their distance closed. Yet instead of only the sound of roaring thunder, following behind her were the voices of vengeful whispers, almost like a dark shadow slowly creeping towards her, with hands reaching to grasp at her ankles.
And then they ceased, as though they had barely existed, wiped clean both from the depths of her mind, and her gaze. And with that, Iris knew she was here, like the opposite ends of a magnet, the hell-hound found herself drifting towards the being clouding her thoughts of late. Like blown dust, she seeped through the small gap between the door, and the oak wood threshold of their entrance, blowing up the small flight of stairs and towards the living room where the intoxicating scent was strongest, where the bubble of absolute peace laid. The hell-hound shrouded above the heavenly being like a dark, looming cloud, before slowly nestling her weight atop their resting body as the mist receded like waves of the ocean, like the blowing sandstorm in the midst of a desert, revealing a smaller woman clothed in full black.
"Alva." their name rolled like the soft tune of a melody upon the tip of her tongue, haunting yet without so much as a hint of malice. Intimate, yet not of sexual advances nor of romance. Slender fingers reached upwards and guided their arm away from their face, cold skin set ablaze in areas their skin touched. Their presence were not painful to be in, they did not burn, but instead, she found balance in them. As though she had finally met her equal. Or perhaps it was simply the energy radiated from the heavenly creature that calmed her from the inside out, but since meeting them, Iris wondered what it would have been like, had their paths not cross.
"You've plagued my mind these past few days. It's almost suffocating." she paused, fingers brushing stray locks of pale tresses away from their porcelain features, revealing a small area of discolouration upon their face, matching to the ones upon her wrists. "Yet now that you're in front of me it feels entirely different. I am incapable of ill thoughts in your presence." she finished, running her fingers across their bruise and scratches with a gentleness that did not belong to a hellish creature.
"What happened."
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2019 2:39 am
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Location: Home ♚ Company: None ♚ Money: $1000♚ Attire: [In Pic] ♚ Relationship Status: Single
"Be at peace please.."
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Art demanded sacrifice. It did not mean one had to suffer, but art required a piece of ones being in order to create something true. Didn't it? Time was as great a sacrifice as blood, and what that piece demanded depended on its make. Alva, however, was meant to be a sacrifice for others no matter what the cause....even for art of their own. Their blood would do. Their pain would do whether they wished to give it or not. That was the nature of the heavenly construct and it held true.....
Their breath steadied, becoming sharp when the roar of the thunder reached their home and shook the thin glass that lied between them and the world outside. They kept their face covered, but they had calmed somewhat since this day had begun. Their mind ran wild, but their body was almost serene the normal state where one could hardly tell they were anything more than a mannequin. Painless. Thoughtless. They were sure most would think these things if they were to see them now. These thoughts did not bother them however, but it was simply what they considered...it was not as though they had the fortune of meeting many who saw more than their shell.
The city was welcoming and yet it was hard to close the distance between themselves and those they loved. Being they only saw, but cared for....always distant. They could wonder why that was but it was a useless thing. If they were to meet then they were sure it would be because their body was necessary and nothing more.
The thoughts of the doll were interrupted by a heavy feeling just above them. They did not move, did not even flinch and merely laid there. There was a familiarity in the foreign force that had entered their domicile, though they could not be sure. It hardly mattered, for even if that presence was the reaper he would find that the doll lacked the prize a reaper normally sought. It was only a temporary gain, a light that could not be held for long until it was time for the creature to resume their lives again.
It wasn't the bringer of death they knew either, for he would knock before entering their home and make it clear what he sought from them. It was someone else and yet they simply laid there even as a new weight aid upon them.
Brief silence before their name was called. It was as if the voice knew and and soon they found their eyes unblocked by a pure white sleeve and meeting face to face with the eyes of hell. The eyes did not hold hate, but rather a quieting storm. The face was feminine and yet bore a strict resemblance to a being she had met not days before. Iris.
Perhaps it would have been prudent to worry about how they had entered her home, they knew it was normal to worry and yet Alva only offered a steel glance. Iris was gentle again. They hadn't come to take something....no something else had brought them here.
Curious that they'd make their way through a raging storm and seemed no wetter than Alva. Ava could not help but worry on some level and that too danced in their eyes. Genuine concern, a feeling the creature would never truly lose even for a being such as Iris. An intruder. A curiosity to even the imitation.
"You've plagued my mind these past few days. It's almost suffocating."
The fingers brushing against their soft skin only left gentle tingles as the other half to the puzzle treated them almost like a treasure. They had hardly really been treated so caring even by their maker. "I have given my thoughts to you dear Iris. Are you....well?" perhaps a foolish question but they wished to see whether the hellhound would speak truth to them. They were even neglected the clear wounds upon their skin in concern for another.
They remained ever so still, only allow the soft rise and fall of their chest to move them as they trained their eyes on the out of place figure in their home. The pure white of the place making it ever so clear that Iris was a stranger there. Like Alex her pallet contrasted so violently with the purity of the environment and like Alex....Alva welcomed it as though it meant so little. The creature who did nothing to taint themselves did not mind the contrast. Perhaps it was the break in monotony or something else.
"Yet now that you're in front of me it feels entirely different. I am incapable of ill thoughts in your presence."
The words were sweet, but meant little more than assurance. They were not lovers nor friends...perhaps. Alva was unsure, but for now all they could answer "I am glad to be able bring you peace." they studied them still wondering about the change in shape. Smaller, lighter, and and female. It was no illusion or trick.
It was nothing like Alva's ability and yet similar....what was this being? Alva should have thought of her as an enemy and moved to strike and yet they did not even ask Iris to move from them. Their mind...quieted and focused. The roar of lightning was now dull in their ears and Iris's became so much louder.
"What happened."
"Nothing that I am not meant for. I merely became an instrument to art and performance. I had simply not expected it, but an artist rarely resists the subject of their dreams. I should have been more careful. " and while they were brushing it away it was clear they were attacked while they were there, but there was no distress, or panic.
Those emotions were still muted, but there was a hint of...pain. Not a physical one, but there was something there.
"You are...different. " a question in the form of a statement admittedly. There were more questions "Have you rested easy? Are you hungry? Are you hurt?" a bit of a question as if trying to deflect further from their own plight and into their own concern for Iris.
They finally moved gently tracing the skin, trails of tingles as though looking for something identifying. Something to heal. A tether if there was one to their function.
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"...I'll take all the pain for you. Now and until the end. "
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