He fears light, the brightest of the dawn, and his power reeks of weakness when the first light touches the dark. – Bloodsongs.***(Art)Lyka was a woman with sharp, wizened eyes, an ethereal kind of beauty and a tranquil smile. The man looked like a warrior-- tall, weathered-- and his eyes were pointed straight at Art. The two men waged a silent battle, but stopped when the woman walked next to them with a glare to the man.“What is this? A showdown, Shalom? Stop acting like this. He is just a boy,” She pushed Shalom away and smiled at Art and Aurora.Of course, Art didn’t trust her or the guy. He didn't know where they came from or what they wanted with them. It was all so cloak and dagger and he was... well he did like mystery, but still... But if something were to happen, he knew he could protect her with his magic. "Do you want to eat something? Or drink? Make yourself at home. I will be right back.” The woman fluttered around, pushing chairs and looking just as nervous as them
He is the butcher, the butcher of good dreams, hopeful thoughts. – Bloodsongs. ____ (Aurora) I am nothing like you. Aurora shivered as cold wind chilled her spine. It felt like Théoden, his body around hers. It felt ugly and comfortable, cold and warm. She shuddered, pushed him off her mind. Nay, you’re everything that is mine. I waited for you, my blood, waited. Years and years and years. For you, for you to come and win this battle. I would never help the likes of you. Aurora whispered back, weak, trembling. His words were penetrating, oozing inside her brain like a thick tar. You lie, little daughter. You lie and you will see the dark, one day. You will embrace your destiny and yours is mine. With a battle cry, he floated around her, air buzzing and then he vanished with a last howl, you are mine. Aurora stared above her head. He wasn’t there. Eyes empty, mind swimming with what he said, she closed her eyes. “What happened, hey?” Someone shook her out of her trance. “You loo
Storm and wind of black is his power. Strikes, he, the world with the blackest of the cyclone. – Bloodsongs.~~~(Aurora)"You are back. Is that it? Why did you run away?" Aurora looked at the angel. His violet eyes were looking everywhere but at her. She knew he was scared of this, whatever this was. She was just as confused, but she was with Art now. There was no use thinking about anything else. That was just momentary. "I told you. This isn't easy for me. I didn't exactly make the decision to come here. I was talking about it, but I wasn't ready." "I don't understand half the shit that comes out of your mouth, but next time, if you want to disappear, make sure you let me know when you will be coming back, or if you will be coming back." "You didn't look too worried for me. You were happy with that boy." He looked like he was angry about that. But she was worried. She thought of him, too. "Okay, I am sorry. I know it is not easy for you. I know it is not your decision to come t
His eyes are the hell flame and in him resides the residents of hell – the evil spirits. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Azakeal) "Aurora, Aurora." He looked at her and she was shuddering. She looked weak and feeble, and sweaty as she sobbed in her sleep. "Wake up, you are dreaming." He shook her, but she was not waking up from the sleep. She wriggled under her blanket, and he could see how sweaty she was, and he could feel her fear in his bones. Being a guardian angel was sometimes a difficult job, without being close to your ward, but now that he was closer to her, he could feel her fear and sorry, a thousand times stronger than before. His heart wrenched as he shook her once again. She blinked. "Is that a nightmare?" "Sameera," she murmured and Azak sighed. Of course, he knew who Sameera was. "I dreamt about her. It was... sad." Aurora blinked at him and he held out a glass of water for her. "Drink some water, you will be alright." "He betrayed her. How could he?" "I know." "
Darkness, his cover, he drinks its sin, malevolence and gain power from the shadows. – Bloodsongs.---(Art)Art was angry that she didn’t wake him up the night before to say anything right now. He feared, what would have happened if Ahriman decided to push farther. The bastard was in her head, and that made him angry, restless, wired. He looked at her, oh how she sat, like there was nothing wrong with their life, their damn life, like everything was fine and dandy.With a final glare her way, he turned to the roads. It would do better just to calm down, just to ignore her for the moment. He didn’t have patience to deal with her now, didn’t have enough of restraint.The fear in him, for her, still raged, a whirlwind within his belly. It twisted in him, tumultuous, feral, noisy.Above all... It was betrayal.They said they would share, didn’t they?They promised they’d be there for each other. While he called, begged for her to come to him, like a damn baby, she sat there, alone in the
Hungers, he, more and more, and his is the religion of the flesh, the iniquity, the carnal, the egoism. – Bloodsongs.~~~Aurora went to her home, later, and they slept in their own bed, but their heart and mind were with each other and the other one, who was lurking in the dark, just behind those shadows.They wondered awake, what and where Théoden would be doing tonight. Was he going to plague their dreams, push them off the cliff, strangle them with the vines? Or was he going to stay silent and gather power for more than just nightmares?They wondered what it would come to, how it would end. What if they failed like so many before them? It was a miserable thought to have at the brink of the night, when shadows danced and dived and threatened with its obscurity.They looked behind the shadows and wondered, feared, if Théoden was there, stalking in the woods, relishing the power, pain in the darkness. There was howl of a dog and they wondered if it was the wolf they had seen – the on
Black Magick with which he bests the white with. Darkness of sins, he uses to grime the light with. – Bloodsongs.~~~(Aurora)They were meeting with Lyka and Shalom, and Aurora felt like she had known these two people all her life. Maybe it was that inevitable connection that connected them together by fate.It was one of that gloomy Sundays, where the sun didn’t have enough strength to shine past the gray clouds flanking it from the sides.Aurora and Art were meeting Lyka and Shalom in Pizza Point, which was less crowded than Sallie’s. They took a corner table, and waited for the two witches to arrive, as Aurora thought about Azakeal. She was thinking of introducing Azak to Art, as well. It had been days and she didn't want to keep it a secret anymore. Azak walked in, looking comfortable in one of the t-shirts she had picked out for him the other day, when she realized he had been wearing the same hoodie for a while now. She waved at him and Art looked at her with confusion as Aza
He entices his victims in the dusk, showing the golden of his skin, the shimmer of his beauty. – Bloodsongs~~~(Art)Art was standing in front of Shalom, a sword in his hand. It felt heavy, strange in his hands, but the knowledge of why he was here, why he was doing things he hadn’t done before, was profound. It was earth shattering.And the knowledge was just beyond the curtain of smoke, floating around, tiptoeing in and out as Shalom and he sparred, thrusted, defended.“Open your legs. Balance your feet. Move as if you are dancing. Sword fight is a kind of dancing. Easy on feet.”Art did as he was taught. When they were both tired, they sat down and watched the women – his woman, and Shalom’s.They were both light on feet, quick as wind, and Art couldn’t believe that Aurora had never touched a sword before, never fought a battle before.She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand.“Aurora is marvelous. She is born for this.” Shalom took a gulp of his water.