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Cordis - Nihlus - 04-07-2015 His every aspect is attuned to her. To her cryptic words and dull appearance. To the way her breath smells bitter and her eyes taste like agony when he speaks to them. The boy lean's his soul against hers, tests its strength, absorbs its sadness. He intertwines his existence with hers so powerfully, it seems that he will never stop staring at her or the way she breathes and blinks. But of course, it is only for a moment. He comes closer to her, looks at her, melts into her. They are inches away, and he wonders if she tastes as dull as she looks, like a stone. She surely will not taste like Noori - like sap made into syrup and flowers ranging from bitter to sweet. Noori is her own restaurant of emotions and auras - this Cordis of Nothing is the dime pressed into the homeless man's hand without meeting his gaze. "You could kill yourself." He mused. "That would give you power - or at least take some of it away from the universe." The child looks up to her eyes, enjoys the way they are shattered. "But you'd still be nothing." A crease comes upon his forehead - that will be a problem. He's trying to help her, you see. Trying to use the darkness of his mind to cure the nothingness of hers. For he knows she is lying - perhaps her spirit eyes are blind. For where her life is a universe, his is a void. Breaking their gaze, he closes the gap between them, and suckles softly on the flesh of her shoulder. His pink tongue is light against the silver of her skin, a finger's brush of the spin. They stay like that for a moment, together in the ways only freaks are, before he pulls back. The crease has gone from his youthful forehead. "But you don't taste like nothing." She tastes like tears and pain, like knives and painkillers. "So that makes you a liar." What a thing to be - glorious. A universe with more layers than content. A book with pages so thin it takes minutes to separate them. Nihlus wonders if he will ever be a liar. If he will ever be nothing. Looking upon Cordis, he decides against the notion. RE: Cordis cont from B2G - Cordis - 04-07-2015
RE: Cordis cont from B2G - Nihlus - 04-23-2015 there's no religion that could save me no matter how long my knees are on the floor i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding if that'll make it right A reply is on his tongue when she leaps away from him, suddenly illuminating the night-field. The glow in his pale blue eyes is momentarily electrified, be it by the reflection of Cordis, or simply awe. His breath catches in his throat at the thought of what danger he is in, of what she must have gone through to be so against a simple touch, an innocent one. For a moment he stutters softly, staring at her with a newfound curiosity, intensity. Another moment passes, and his little black voice returns to existence. "My apologies," He breathes, the scent of her suddenly thunderous and no longer dull. He figures that the two are interchangeable, when one knows no better. But he knows better now - what appears to be nothing, is in fact, everything. "But Cordis, what's keeping you here?" He's come full circle, touching base with their suicidal topics as though they are nothing but the grass beneath their hooves. "I have my family, the rain, my skinchanging..." His shapely bay head tilts slightly to the side and upwards, as the mare is far older than he. If only she knew. "...What do you have? Besides the lightning." An obscure, unbalanced smile breaks the solemnity of his face. If only I wanted her to. "I know you have the lightning, as I have the rain." Thoughts of further apologies cloud his head, but a shake of it clears them. He is merely curious about her lightning, about her life, about her love, Spyndle, who he has yet to meet but oh, meet her he will. The volcanic smile dwindles back to the blankness of before, the canvas of black. Only his eyes betray his desires, for he shall never be able to control them. Just as her eyes taste like ash created by her lightning, his taste of drowning. Ever drowning, be it in curiosity, love, or sorrow. As he gazes at her, expectantly waiting for diligent answers, he figures that perhaps she is drowning, too. Nihlus rain manipulating rabbit son of Sinder & Noori RE: Cordis cont from B2G - Cordis - 04-28-2015
RE: Cordis - Nihlus - 05-06-2015 there's no religion that could save me no matter how long my knees are on the floor i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding if that'll make it right
His time has not come yet. He is a blank canvas waiting to be stained, a freshly made bed waiting to be crumpled and soiled. Where Cordis is jaded, he is smooth. Where he is learning, she is wishing she hadn’t learned so much. Wishing for the reversal of time, for the return of the nativity and innocence of youth. He sees it in her eyes which taste like agony, but he is naïve and innocent and youthful. His interpretation of life will always be flawed until he himself grows up; even then, perhaps he will always see Cordis in the wrong light. The whirlwind of her mind falls into silence when he questions her. It’s disquieting in the way that her quietness should not be so. Everything about her is loud; the colour of her coat, the chaos of her mind, the agony in her eyes. Screams swell in his throats, manifesting into words which would shatter Cordis, or perhaps the impression he has of her. In these brief minutes, he has gathered but pieces of her nightmare. And from what he has seen, from what he has felt on her skin, he decides against his harsh words. She may be loud, but she is also quiet. Delicate. Unbreakable. "Then return to them. To her.” He twists his neck, blue eyes trying vainly to catch hers. "She would not speak her name but I know of whom you speak.” The woman who was a universe, a vast void filled with seemingly tiny stars which make up her soul. The woman who would only say that her name belonged to Cordis. "Go now. She needs you like the dry forest needs the lightning. She needs to be set afire, if only to regrow into something more amazing.” He steps forward, as though to touch her, to encourage her to go. He stops short, eyes searching hers. He knows what she has said. He knows what she has felt. And so, he leaves. Nihlus rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori reply if you want, or not if you dont I LOVED THIS THREAD THANKS FOR THREADING YOURE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU |