Post by anonymous on Dec 8, 2007 15:13:11 GMT 7
Here's a little something I came up with the other day. The whole bit about Ida being Raelag's little sister reminded me of my fanfiction I made a few months ago. Hope you guys like it. It's a bit symbolic, but deal with it. I'll post the sequel afterwards.
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-Blood Roses-
She screamed in pain.
Holding her injured hand in the other, she looked at the rose she had been holding, the reason of her injury. She stared at it, her eyelids half closed, uncertain of what to do…or what might happen. She bent down and picked the flower up gingerly, trying to avoid the thorns.
The thought of poisonous roses frightened her. After all, she had received this bouquet with no note or any other indication of who might have sent them. She felt an involuntary shiver pass through her willowy form- whoever gave the flowers to her must've had that strange dark intention in mind.
But further medication resulted to the easing of her pain and doubts. She realized she was acting quite silly, thinking of poisonous plants. Sure those existed, but there were none in the room as of now. She cradled her hand still, as if it would assure her well being. She was scared. The queen of Griffin Empire was afraid.
She remembered the feeling quite well, actually- it was different from all the other usual emotions she had. There was pain, sadness, joy and anger. Vengeance, a sweet yet bitter feeling, and loneliness, which what plagued her until now. But fear? She only felt it when Nicolai had been revived as a vampire, when she was kidnapped, but it had been so long ago.
In truth, it had been already a few years, and she had aged. She wasn't 25 anymore- She was Thirty. Five years. She hasn't changed, though her hair had grown a tad longer. She risked a glance at the unconscious form beside her bed. She had no idea why she did not put him on the bed. Perhaps it was because she was too weak and he was too heavy, or that she thought it awkward.
She approached the body. She had been wondering what had happened to him when she saw his form lying on the grass. Why or how he got there she did not know, but Godric had taken him back into the castle and left him in her room. She knelt down and traced his cheek. It was so soft, so white and flawless. Raelag.
Her skin, though blessed with the lack of any blemishes or freckles, has nothing compared to his. Elves were always so graceful, after all, no matter the gender. She felt a pang of jealousy, but because of the wonder that invaded her mind, she ignored it.
She sat before him, exploring with her hands. She has never felt this way. Nicolai had not given her what she needed; his life ended too quickly, and perhaps she would never see him again alive. In the after life, she had been assured, but she didn't want to die early just for that.
She reached for his neck this time, tracing the thin line down his collarbone, concealed beneath the black metal that embraced his neck. The matter was that he had his armor on, the Dark Elfen ebony plates and purple capes that hung around his shoulders. It contradicted to the whiteness of his skin.
But she did not care. Carefully she relieved him of his armor and put them aside. She didn't know what to do if anybody would burst into her room and see her, yet she couldn't care less. There was a strange tingling feeling now, her muscles on her thighs tense. She had to appease herself, even for a bit.
She marveled at his toned stomach and hard muscles- for an elf he was well built. Deftly she pressed her lips onto his, her hands in his silky hair. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted him, and she was going to get it no matter what. She was sure Raelag was in a deep sleep, but the thought of him wakening bothered her. What would she do then?
Forget it, she told herself. Her need was important. Let her be selfish just for once. Her lips now suckling his skin lightly on his neck, she heard him moan, and she freezes in mid action. She felt him move slightly- and slowly she pulled away, staring at him in horror. Yet her eyes were met with his usual intimidating black orbs. She could not decipher the hidden struggle beneath the gaze, but he held her wrists tight, as if demanding what was going on.
Then he pushed her into the wall, covering her body with his. Everything else happened in a blur; the rapid eagerness, the animal coupling, and the chilling aftermath of their mutual orgasm. When she opened her eyes she realized she was on the bed, naked, having woken up from a seemingly deep sleep. She saw Raelag putting his armor back on, his back to her. She didn't know what to say. She was at a total loss of words- everything that had happened earlier was done with their wilder youth; there was no intention there, only it had only chanced to happen. But it was still a fault, and Isabel did not know what to do.
Quietly she rose from the bed and walked up behind him, only the bed sheets covering her naked skin. But he left for the door before she could do anything, and quickly she reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Raelag, I..."
There was a sudden movement, and Isabel found herself once again cornered by this man, but this time his feelings were not of lust. It was the emotion of being betrayed, and his eyes shone with angered frenzy. Isabel cowered beneath his gaze, trembling in fear. She has never seen him so angry, so hostile. She tried to pull away, avoiding his eyes.
"Why?" she heard him ask, his pitch quivering. There was a thump behind her head, and she realized he had punched the wall beside her face. She looked up at him this time. She could see the tears gather in his sharp eyes, and a horrible guilt pierces her heart. What had she done?
"Oh, Raelag, I'm so sorry..." she whispered in reply, reaching up to his face. "God, I'm so sorry..."
She hugged him, whispering "I'm sorry..." into his sharp elfen ears. She has never heard a man cry like this, sounding so weak and vulnerable. But it was her fault after all. They slid to the floor, still clutching at each other and weeping. A while later, she saw something clenched in his fist, and she looked closer to see what it was.
There was the rose who had hurt her earlier; his palm was bleeding terribly from holding its thorny stem for a long time.
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-Sequel: Return his embrace-
Mr. Chumchum was an over-used teddy bear. His once brown fur was now with a tinge of grayish hue, and his shiny black pearl eyes were not as shiny as they once were. There were stitches on his face, mainly on the middle of his plushy forehead and on the left side of his cheek. His ears weren't so clean themselves- their inside colors were a dirty pink, and the fur around that were but tufts and unruly. Nevertheless, little Emmelyn loved Mr. Chumchum. After all, he was usually the one who accompanied her everywhere. Under the oak tree, beneath the bushes, beside a rock, under the bed, you name it. Though there were other people who wanted to get close to Emmelyn- like her father, who was always so busy and was rarely at home- but the little girl wanted to have the bear by her side. She loved him. And in a way, no matter how rich she and her father would ever be, and how hard her father tries to be loving towards her, Mr. Chumchum was Emmelyn's only family.
Perhaps that was the major problem for all rich families. Parents would work too hard to maintain their status they would forget or not find the time for their unfortunate little children. But Emmelyn was young, she did not understand. Maybe she would never, thinks the man with a frown. Oh no. Emmelyn might never learn if she strays too far away from everyone who wanted to help her.
It took him a lot of effort in finding the perfect substitute for a father when he would be gone. There were already a lot of people cancelled from his list; Emmelyn had shown nothing but indifference towards each of them. It was time to take matters into his own hands, assumes the man.
Emmelyn was the female-child version of himself. She had pale white skin, dark silky hair, and pointed elven ears. But there was one thing his daughter possessed what he didn't- the jade caring eyes of her mother. He had a piercing guilt of who that person might be.
In truth, Emmelyn could be perfectly qualified as the 'Sin'- the forbidden union between a Dark Elf and a Human. He knelt down and hugged his daughter close. She did not respond, only looking at her bear- yet he was used to that. He did not deserve his child's love. What would happen if Kha-beleth would find out about...this? Would he take his only child, his only painful reminder of a woman he had loved so much, yet was forbidden to approach? His heart ached at the thought- no, he would not want to lose his darling little girl, the only offspring he had, who came from the woman he desired the most.
“Emmelyn,” he calls, tenderly into her ear. “My child, my love. Will you listen to daddy? Look at me…” he pushed her face up with his finger, and they saw each other eye to eye. “It’s a mistake, daddy.” said his daughter. And he was terrified of the knowledge that blended in her wonderful jade eyes- so full of knowledge, of understanding! There was something deep in them, a secret longing, perhaps? Or just an abyss of her childish whims?
But after awhile, the comprehension was gone, and she has gone back to looking at her bear. He felt his heart weep, and tears stung his eyes. Maybe Emmelyn was lost to him forever.
He lets her go, rising to his feet. Emmelyn did not flinch nor had shown any movement in accordance to his- she was merely smiling at her toy. "Isabel," he speaks, his voice quivering, "Oh Isabel. What have I done? I brought a child into this world...and the child does not want me! It's your fault..." He covered his face with his fists. "It's your sin."
At this, Emmelyn looked up at her father. There was not sympathy or worry in her eyes; only the childish confusion. She wasn't filled with guilt- no, Emmelyn was a good girl. Or maybe it could be just mild curiosity- whatever it was, she looked up at her father, and stated, "It is not mother's. It is yours." An accusation.
She left him there, meaning to go back inside her room, and maybe put a red ribbon on her toy's head. Yes, perhaps that would be nice. And a little tea party with her dolls. What a splendid way to spend the afternoon. Maybe the time would come when her father would open his eyes; open his mind to the complex work of life. When that time comes, she would return his embrace.
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And that's the end. Maybe I would continue it someday, maybe not. Whatever. For you, little Ida. xD Maybe Emmelyn could be your little sister...or older. I dunno. ^^
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-Blood Roses-
She screamed in pain.
Holding her injured hand in the other, she looked at the rose she had been holding, the reason of her injury. She stared at it, her eyelids half closed, uncertain of what to do…or what might happen. She bent down and picked the flower up gingerly, trying to avoid the thorns.
The thought of poisonous roses frightened her. After all, she had received this bouquet with no note or any other indication of who might have sent them. She felt an involuntary shiver pass through her willowy form- whoever gave the flowers to her must've had that strange dark intention in mind.
But further medication resulted to the easing of her pain and doubts. She realized she was acting quite silly, thinking of poisonous plants. Sure those existed, but there were none in the room as of now. She cradled her hand still, as if it would assure her well being. She was scared. The queen of Griffin Empire was afraid.
She remembered the feeling quite well, actually- it was different from all the other usual emotions she had. There was pain, sadness, joy and anger. Vengeance, a sweet yet bitter feeling, and loneliness, which what plagued her until now. But fear? She only felt it when Nicolai had been revived as a vampire, when she was kidnapped, but it had been so long ago.
In truth, it had been already a few years, and she had aged. She wasn't 25 anymore- She was Thirty. Five years. She hasn't changed, though her hair had grown a tad longer. She risked a glance at the unconscious form beside her bed. She had no idea why she did not put him on the bed. Perhaps it was because she was too weak and he was too heavy, or that she thought it awkward.
She approached the body. She had been wondering what had happened to him when she saw his form lying on the grass. Why or how he got there she did not know, but Godric had taken him back into the castle and left him in her room. She knelt down and traced his cheek. It was so soft, so white and flawless. Raelag.
Her skin, though blessed with the lack of any blemishes or freckles, has nothing compared to his. Elves were always so graceful, after all, no matter the gender. She felt a pang of jealousy, but because of the wonder that invaded her mind, she ignored it.
She sat before him, exploring with her hands. She has never felt this way. Nicolai had not given her what she needed; his life ended too quickly, and perhaps she would never see him again alive. In the after life, she had been assured, but she didn't want to die early just for that.
She reached for his neck this time, tracing the thin line down his collarbone, concealed beneath the black metal that embraced his neck. The matter was that he had his armor on, the Dark Elfen ebony plates and purple capes that hung around his shoulders. It contradicted to the whiteness of his skin.
But she did not care. Carefully she relieved him of his armor and put them aside. She didn't know what to do if anybody would burst into her room and see her, yet she couldn't care less. There was a strange tingling feeling now, her muscles on her thighs tense. She had to appease herself, even for a bit.
She marveled at his toned stomach and hard muscles- for an elf he was well built. Deftly she pressed her lips onto his, her hands in his silky hair. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted him, and she was going to get it no matter what. She was sure Raelag was in a deep sleep, but the thought of him wakening bothered her. What would she do then?
Forget it, she told herself. Her need was important. Let her be selfish just for once. Her lips now suckling his skin lightly on his neck, she heard him moan, and she freezes in mid action. She felt him move slightly- and slowly she pulled away, staring at him in horror. Yet her eyes were met with his usual intimidating black orbs. She could not decipher the hidden struggle beneath the gaze, but he held her wrists tight, as if demanding what was going on.
Then he pushed her into the wall, covering her body with his. Everything else happened in a blur; the rapid eagerness, the animal coupling, and the chilling aftermath of their mutual orgasm. When she opened her eyes she realized she was on the bed, naked, having woken up from a seemingly deep sleep. She saw Raelag putting his armor back on, his back to her. She didn't know what to say. She was at a total loss of words- everything that had happened earlier was done with their wilder youth; there was no intention there, only it had only chanced to happen. But it was still a fault, and Isabel did not know what to do.
Quietly she rose from the bed and walked up behind him, only the bed sheets covering her naked skin. But he left for the door before she could do anything, and quickly she reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Raelag, I..."
There was a sudden movement, and Isabel found herself once again cornered by this man, but this time his feelings were not of lust. It was the emotion of being betrayed, and his eyes shone with angered frenzy. Isabel cowered beneath his gaze, trembling in fear. She has never seen him so angry, so hostile. She tried to pull away, avoiding his eyes.
"Why?" she heard him ask, his pitch quivering. There was a thump behind her head, and she realized he had punched the wall beside her face. She looked up at him this time. She could see the tears gather in his sharp eyes, and a horrible guilt pierces her heart. What had she done?
"Oh, Raelag, I'm so sorry..." she whispered in reply, reaching up to his face. "God, I'm so sorry..."
She hugged him, whispering "I'm sorry..." into his sharp elfen ears. She has never heard a man cry like this, sounding so weak and vulnerable. But it was her fault after all. They slid to the floor, still clutching at each other and weeping. A while later, she saw something clenched in his fist, and she looked closer to see what it was.
There was the rose who had hurt her earlier; his palm was bleeding terribly from holding its thorny stem for a long time.
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-Sequel: Return his embrace-
Mr. Chumchum was an over-used teddy bear. His once brown fur was now with a tinge of grayish hue, and his shiny black pearl eyes were not as shiny as they once were. There were stitches on his face, mainly on the middle of his plushy forehead and on the left side of his cheek. His ears weren't so clean themselves- their inside colors were a dirty pink, and the fur around that were but tufts and unruly. Nevertheless, little Emmelyn loved Mr. Chumchum. After all, he was usually the one who accompanied her everywhere. Under the oak tree, beneath the bushes, beside a rock, under the bed, you name it. Though there were other people who wanted to get close to Emmelyn- like her father, who was always so busy and was rarely at home- but the little girl wanted to have the bear by her side. She loved him. And in a way, no matter how rich she and her father would ever be, and how hard her father tries to be loving towards her, Mr. Chumchum was Emmelyn's only family.
Perhaps that was the major problem for all rich families. Parents would work too hard to maintain their status they would forget or not find the time for their unfortunate little children. But Emmelyn was young, she did not understand. Maybe she would never, thinks the man with a frown. Oh no. Emmelyn might never learn if she strays too far away from everyone who wanted to help her.
It took him a lot of effort in finding the perfect substitute for a father when he would be gone. There were already a lot of people cancelled from his list; Emmelyn had shown nothing but indifference towards each of them. It was time to take matters into his own hands, assumes the man.
Emmelyn was the female-child version of himself. She had pale white skin, dark silky hair, and pointed elven ears. But there was one thing his daughter possessed what he didn't- the jade caring eyes of her mother. He had a piercing guilt of who that person might be.
In truth, Emmelyn could be perfectly qualified as the 'Sin'- the forbidden union between a Dark Elf and a Human. He knelt down and hugged his daughter close. She did not respond, only looking at her bear- yet he was used to that. He did not deserve his child's love. What would happen if Kha-beleth would find out about...this? Would he take his only child, his only painful reminder of a woman he had loved so much, yet was forbidden to approach? His heart ached at the thought- no, he would not want to lose his darling little girl, the only offspring he had, who came from the woman he desired the most.
“Emmelyn,” he calls, tenderly into her ear. “My child, my love. Will you listen to daddy? Look at me…” he pushed her face up with his finger, and they saw each other eye to eye. “It’s a mistake, daddy.” said his daughter. And he was terrified of the knowledge that blended in her wonderful jade eyes- so full of knowledge, of understanding! There was something deep in them, a secret longing, perhaps? Or just an abyss of her childish whims?
But after awhile, the comprehension was gone, and she has gone back to looking at her bear. He felt his heart weep, and tears stung his eyes. Maybe Emmelyn was lost to him forever.
He lets her go, rising to his feet. Emmelyn did not flinch nor had shown any movement in accordance to his- she was merely smiling at her toy. "Isabel," he speaks, his voice quivering, "Oh Isabel. What have I done? I brought a child into this world...and the child does not want me! It's your fault..." He covered his face with his fists. "It's your sin."
At this, Emmelyn looked up at her father. There was not sympathy or worry in her eyes; only the childish confusion. She wasn't filled with guilt- no, Emmelyn was a good girl. Or maybe it could be just mild curiosity- whatever it was, she looked up at her father, and stated, "It is not mother's. It is yours." An accusation.
She left him there, meaning to go back inside her room, and maybe put a red ribbon on her toy's head. Yes, perhaps that would be nice. And a little tea party with her dolls. What a splendid way to spend the afternoon. Maybe the time would come when her father would open his eyes; open his mind to the complex work of life. When that time comes, she would return his embrace.
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And that's the end. Maybe I would continue it someday, maybe not. Whatever. For you, little Ida. xD Maybe Emmelyn could be your little sister...or older. I dunno. ^^
