12-25-2017, 04:04 PM
((ooc - regus moded with permission.))
Illarion shot a suspicious glance at the door again. His twin sister and the Regus departed through that door some time ago. So much time ago that he worried about their welfare. He did not doubt Regus' skill as a dealer of death, and he knew first hand that the Eye was ferocious. They were in a new world now, though. Illarion scanned the slumbering faces around him. The Khylsty were vulnerable here, utterly dependent upon Regus. They were pups that needed their mother's protection. Even Valeriya needed that protection, else the father may turn to devour its mewling child.
He pushed to his feet and decided to check for himself. The slab swung open with the push of his fingers. Just as he was about to close it behind him, another hand caught the handle. Matvei stepped out with him. The two men spared each other an exchange. Their shared curiosity, or worry, whichever it was, was enough to tolerate the presence of the other. Both were momentarily consumed by the ever-brightening span of colors overhead, but Illarion saw them first. He discarded the sunrise in favor of a far more troubling spectacle. He felt his jaw clench as his teeth bit down on his tongue. At his side, the spectacle was finally revealed to Matvei. The other man smiled deviously at the scene.Yet neither moved from where they stood. No matter how much Illarion wanted to.
*~*~*~
The scruff of his hair drew painful scratches across her cheek. She welcomed it. She clawed in return with nails that dug into the thin skin of his throat. He pinched and tugged at her in return. They both wrestled for dominance. Valeriya's fight driven by carnality denied her whole life; Armande's by the impulse for control.
Among the Khylsty, Radenyi was orchestrated by smoke and oil, something to engage as a group in careful and coordinated pairings at first. As the smoke thickened and heat hugged the bodies closer, order devolved into a daze of commotion. Valeriya watched over it all until the haze overtook her, but she was never allowed to participate. The Eye was too valuable to sully in the chaos of Radenyi. Her partner would be chosen from among the blood. She always assumed it would be Illarion paired with her. She dreaded the possibility that it could be Matvei, but the Hand was always a prestigious option. Yet in her dreams she yearned for Rasputin, as though their departed father would be reborn and reclaim his child for his own. She never, ever thought it would actually happen. But Rasputin's - no, Armande's - body pushed against her in this moment. His lips devoured hers. His hands claimed its spoils. She was glad to submit, fearful only that this was all a dream and reality would soon overtake her.
*~*~*~
Regus put his twin to the ground and pulled at the tangles of her black bodice. While his weathered hands slid up her dress, Illarion's curled into fists at his side. At his side, Matvei whispered into his ear, "This is not Radenyi. You must stop them."
Illarion's breath deepened, as he forced his legs into rocks. He would not interfere, he told himself. Regus laid on the ground and beckoned Vale across him, and another whisper clawed into his mind. "Now! Before it is too late."
Matvei hissed and Illarion's sight turned to mist.
He rushed forward, "NO!"
he yelled in defiance, grabbing Valeriya's shoulders and yanked her from Regus before he could sully her. All thoughts of Regus kicked aside as he fell to his knees in front of Valeriya's beautiful face. Her hair was a tangle of black cloth, her lips red, her cheeks scratched, her eyes flashing like fire. The shock on her expression turned to fury in that moment, and Illarion hurried to explain. "No! You cannot! I love you Valeriya. You cannot chose him. You cannot."
~~*~*~*~
Vale drank in the sight of her beloved Armande as he waited for her to overtake him. She bit her lip, lifted her skirt and settled across his hips. She gasped at the touch on her thigh, shaking uncontrollably in the moment, when she was ripped away.
She screeched defiantly, scratched and clawed like a starving animal torn away from its meal. When she settled upon colorless eyes and pale flesh of her twin, his words skimmed the surface of her mind. Thoughts red as fire, hands sure as instinct, a stiletto flashed and her hand swiped. Illarion cried out, fell backward. A deep red gouge cut into his pale cheek. "You dare to tell me what I can and can not do."
She seethed fury and brandished the blade between them. "You dare tell the Eye what to see? You dare to tell Rasputin what to claim? You? Who are you but the parasite that our mother should have destroyed. I AM THE EYE. YOU ARE NOTHING. I have waited for this. ME! Armande is MINE! You WILL NOT take him from me!"
She lowered the blade to her side, returned to Regus and snaked his hand into hers, beckoning that he follow. They would return indoors to that small chamber and block themselves in for as long as she desired.
Matvei was only a barrier to her. A dangerous flash of eyes was enough to make him shrink back, even to go to Illarion and check on the wounded man left behind in the dirt. She took Regus within and there, finally, claimed her birthright.
Edited by Valeriya, Dec 25 2017, 04:05 PM.
Illarion shot a suspicious glance at the door again. His twin sister and the Regus departed through that door some time ago. So much time ago that he worried about their welfare. He did not doubt Regus' skill as a dealer of death, and he knew first hand that the Eye was ferocious. They were in a new world now, though. Illarion scanned the slumbering faces around him. The Khylsty were vulnerable here, utterly dependent upon Regus. They were pups that needed their mother's protection. Even Valeriya needed that protection, else the father may turn to devour its mewling child.
He pushed to his feet and decided to check for himself. The slab swung open with the push of his fingers. Just as he was about to close it behind him, another hand caught the handle. Matvei stepped out with him. The two men spared each other an exchange. Their shared curiosity, or worry, whichever it was, was enough to tolerate the presence of the other. Both were momentarily consumed by the ever-brightening span of colors overhead, but Illarion saw them first. He discarded the sunrise in favor of a far more troubling spectacle. He felt his jaw clench as his teeth bit down on his tongue. At his side, the spectacle was finally revealed to Matvei. The other man smiled deviously at the scene.Yet neither moved from where they stood. No matter how much Illarion wanted to.
*~*~*~
The scruff of his hair drew painful scratches across her cheek. She welcomed it. She clawed in return with nails that dug into the thin skin of his throat. He pinched and tugged at her in return. They both wrestled for dominance. Valeriya's fight driven by carnality denied her whole life; Armande's by the impulse for control.
Among the Khylsty, Radenyi was orchestrated by smoke and oil, something to engage as a group in careful and coordinated pairings at first. As the smoke thickened and heat hugged the bodies closer, order devolved into a daze of commotion. Valeriya watched over it all until the haze overtook her, but she was never allowed to participate. The Eye was too valuable to sully in the chaos of Radenyi. Her partner would be chosen from among the blood. She always assumed it would be Illarion paired with her. She dreaded the possibility that it could be Matvei, but the Hand was always a prestigious option. Yet in her dreams she yearned for Rasputin, as though their departed father would be reborn and reclaim his child for his own. She never, ever thought it would actually happen. But Rasputin's - no, Armande's - body pushed against her in this moment. His lips devoured hers. His hands claimed its spoils. She was glad to submit, fearful only that this was all a dream and reality would soon overtake her.
*~*~*~
Regus put his twin to the ground and pulled at the tangles of her black bodice. While his weathered hands slid up her dress, Illarion's curled into fists at his side. At his side, Matvei whispered into his ear, "This is not Radenyi. You must stop them."
Illarion's breath deepened, as he forced his legs into rocks. He would not interfere, he told himself. Regus laid on the ground and beckoned Vale across him, and another whisper clawed into his mind. "Now! Before it is too late."
Matvei hissed and Illarion's sight turned to mist.
He rushed forward, "NO!"
he yelled in defiance, grabbing Valeriya's shoulders and yanked her from Regus before he could sully her. All thoughts of Regus kicked aside as he fell to his knees in front of Valeriya's beautiful face. Her hair was a tangle of black cloth, her lips red, her cheeks scratched, her eyes flashing like fire. The shock on her expression turned to fury in that moment, and Illarion hurried to explain. "No! You cannot! I love you Valeriya. You cannot chose him. You cannot."
~~*~*~*~
Vale drank in the sight of her beloved Armande as he waited for her to overtake him. She bit her lip, lifted her skirt and settled across his hips. She gasped at the touch on her thigh, shaking uncontrollably in the moment, when she was ripped away.
She screeched defiantly, scratched and clawed like a starving animal torn away from its meal. When she settled upon colorless eyes and pale flesh of her twin, his words skimmed the surface of her mind. Thoughts red as fire, hands sure as instinct, a stiletto flashed and her hand swiped. Illarion cried out, fell backward. A deep red gouge cut into his pale cheek. "You dare to tell me what I can and can not do."
She seethed fury and brandished the blade between them. "You dare tell the Eye what to see? You dare to tell Rasputin what to claim? You? Who are you but the parasite that our mother should have destroyed. I AM THE EYE. YOU ARE NOTHING. I have waited for this. ME! Armande is MINE! You WILL NOT take him from me!"
She lowered the blade to her side, returned to Regus and snaked his hand into hers, beckoning that he follow. They would return indoors to that small chamber and block themselves in for as long as she desired.
Matvei was only a barrier to her. A dangerous flash of eyes was enough to make him shrink back, even to go to Illarion and check on the wounded man left behind in the dirt. She took Regus within and there, finally, claimed her birthright.
Edited by Valeriya, Dec 25 2017, 04:05 PM.
The Eye of the Khylsty