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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 24, 2013 18:22:11 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The chaste white door swung open, the silver hinges squeaking quietly from the sudden kinetic energy. The lush maroon carpet muffled his steps as he entered his apartment, keys jingling as he lazily tossed them to the side. They clacked against the surface of a wooden stand that hid behind the door, a mess of papers taking up a majority of the space. He ushered Edisth inside, closing the door with a soft kick. From there, he flicked the switch and the room was illuminated.
In their immediate path resided his living room. The couch was a speckled grey, pushed against the white wall. A simple coffee table sat in front of the couch, the pieces of glass held together by glossy black wood. Several items were scattered across the surface, though none interesting enough to stand out. There was a flat screen TV against the opposite wall, the stand it rested upon a deep cherry red color, the shelves packed with video games. Two video game systems resided on the carpet; an Xbox 360 and a PS3 with controllers sprawled beside them. However, the most noticeable feature were the walls. They were decorated in an array of drawings done in all colors in and out of the rainbow. Vines that snaked across the ceiling, silhouettes that could be a monster or a human, pictures of anything imaginable. All were obviously done with great care and expert strokes.
"I live here," was all Rayne said, moving soundlessly towards the smaller kitchen area. He took a brief glance around what you could see of his apartment before tugging a high cupboard open to reveal three short shelves packed with different kinds of medication. Though, he allowed no time for closer observation, hastily popping open a bottle and pouring several pills into a hand. He took them without any water, shoving the container back and closing the cupboard. I know this shit isn't going to work.. Why am I still taking it? he shook his head to clear his thoughts, looking back at Edisth. "Make yourself at home, if you can. Do you want anything todrink, eat?"
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 24, 2013 18:56:12 GMT
Edisth follows Rayne into his apartment, taking in the lush carpet and the beautiful, if somewhat disturbing art work on the walls. She looks around, smiling slightly and shaking her head at Rayne's question. "No thank you, I'm perfectly fine." She says, her voice hushed as she looks at one painting in particular: A shadowy, wispy grey street, with purposely incomplete forms of humans, and macabre shapes that would send jolts of terror into any human who didn't know about their world.
"So, what are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Edisth inquires quietly, still strangely drawn to the one painting. Her crystal blue eyes don't move from it as she continues. "I am a shapeshifter, as you may have observed by now. I become a tiger, as ironic as that may seem to you. It fits me though, as you might come to realise." She says, finally looking away from the painting to catch the man's eyes.
"I wasn't kidding when I said you were interesting, you know." Edisth says quietly. "Maybe flirting a bit, but who could blame me?" She grins, walking over to where Rayne stands. "Now that I know you're not exactly human, you're even more interesting." She says, standing close to him. Her eyes move to his, sky blue on cloudy grey, and she licks her lips before she can stop herself, breathing in his delicious scent with her strong sense of smell.
Edisth's back is straight, arched only in the natural curve of her spine as she stands tall, looking into those captivating eyes as she revels in the smooth scent of chocolate and spice. "You smell good." She says, then shakes her head slightly. "No, you smell delicious." She decides aloud, her eyes leaving his and touching on his lips for a tiny, charged second before returning to their original placement. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 24, 2013 19:37:35 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rayne followed Edisth's attention to one particular painting on the wall, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips when her voice became hushed. Though he was one to brag about things, he didn't this time, instead wandering a little, taking in the drawings he had drawn himself. Then she requested to know what he was, continuing on to explain that she was a shapeshifter. A tiger, huh? Mmm.. That is ironic, he mused, running a hand through his shaggy black hair. "I'm dead. I have been for the past sixty-two years," he answered simply, folding his arms across his chest.
His gaze followed the girl's lithe form as she approached, coming closer and closer. "I used to be human," he murmured under his breath, raising an eyebrow when she continued to move closer to him, their eye contact not breaking. "And just what makes me so interesting, Edisth? There's plenty of other supernaturals in Manuka." Rayne felt his muscles tense when the redhead was so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. He'd been this close to a woman many times before, but this was a little odd. Edisth was saying he smelled good. No, wait, delicious. A smirk settled on his lips at that comment, noticing her eyes flickering to his mouth for a brief moment.
"You're pretty interesting yourself, actually," he purred, his voice becoming husky. "It's not everyday I meet someone who tells me I smell incredible," he teased lightly, his grey gaze flitting down the girl's figure shamelessly. "But," he leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear, "don't get too attached, sweetheart." And then the angel pulled away completely, now walking over to observe one of the other drawings on the wall. He glanced over his shoulder at Edisth, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 24, 2013 20:19:13 GMT
Edisth feels her cheeks heat up as Rayne's gaze rakes down her figure. She knows she has a nice body, that she's pretty. She's heard all of the compliments before, ranging from crude and overly suggestive to polite and gentlemanly. But the knowledge does not stop her blood from rushing to her pale, freckled cheeks and throat, because Rayne's gaze is at the very least is different. At the most weighted with something a little better than all of those other men's gazes, something a little warmer, a little more intense, a little more driven.
As the man leans close to Edisth's ear, she can feel her breath quicken with anticipation and a flash of arousal. As his lips brush against her ear, she shivers slightly, baring her neck to him subconsciously. Then, he steps away, leaving her front cold as the words bouncing around in her mind. As he walks over to his painting, her blue eyes track his gait, slow and sure, and her lips curl into a smirk.
Edisth slips her shoes off, right there in the kitchen, and nudges them to the side by the table. The shapeshifter lets her bare feet adjust to the new terrain, the tendons clear as she curls her toes into the floor. Her feet are strong, dancer's feet, warrior's feet, shifter's feet. Her arch is high on the inside of her foot, and the outside of her foot arches off of the floor slightly as well. She kneads the floor slightly with her toes, looking at the man's slim lines, back turned to her still.
Edisth takes her steps slowly, walking toward him with the lithe grace of a cat, until her breath is brushing against the back of his neck. She rests her chin on his shoulder, her hands moving forward to slide onto his hips, palms warm against the hard lines of his hipbones. "Who said anything about attachment? Not me." She murmurs, voice low and resonating with a soft growl from her chest. As she speaks, her lips brush the shell of his ear, and her fingers splay against his abdomen. Every motion is slow and deliberate, and she wonders if he'll take her bait. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 24, 2013 21:02:14 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His grey eyes fluttered shut at the faint, muffled sound of her footfalls, knowing well that she would be coming back within moments. A sultry smile slid onto his lips when he felt her warm breath against his neck, a weight now resting on his shoulder. Even though Rayne always kept his scars covered, the physical contact with his back made his muscles automatically tense, no matter how relaxing her palms were against his hips. He's done this plenty time before, but every single one he couldn't get over that risk, that tiny possibility..
Edisth's soft purr and full lips brushing against his ear pulled him straight out of his thoughts, his eyes opening again. He could feel her fingers sprawled across his abdomen, the vibrations when she spoke. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't turned on, but, oh how he loved to play around. "First time I've heard that," Rayne whispered, his lips barely moving as he turned his head to glance at the pretty redhead. Then he suddenly grasped her hands in his, twisting around so that he was facing her, holding her arms in the air above her head.
"You know next to nothing about me.." he mused with a low chuckle as he lightly nuzzled her cheek, lips brushing softly against her jawbone. "Yet you're so willing." With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he deliberately blew on her neck, watching goosebumps slowly form along the soft skin. "You still haven't answered my question, though, Edisth," the angel growled, the sound reverberating within his chest. "Why do you find me so interesting?"
He genuinely needed to know, actually, or he thought he'd dwell on it for the rest of his existence. It was common for a girl, or a guy, to be attracted to him. This wasn't new to him, but.. Well, being called interesting wasn't something he got very often, especially when it came from someone as flirtatious as Edisth. He was more used to being told he was hot, attractive, sexy, et cetera. Not that those weren't satisfying, but this got him thinking. Perhaps a little more than he should.
The last time he got called interesting was.. NO. Despite his deepest urge to not recall, the memory came anyways, as distorted as it was. An old woman's sweet voice, a hearty guffaw. A girl's giggle that could be compared to the beauty of a wind chime. A dress with tattered seams. "Are you new?" His head began to hurt, grip unintentionally tightening on Edisth's wrists. "Haha, you're funny! I like you. We should be friends. You're so interesting." Rayne suddenly felt a little queasy, shutting his eyes hastily, inhaling sharply. His chest ached, even though he managed to block out the worst part of the shattered flashback. And he instantly got the craving to take some more pills, knowing that they still wouldn't help. But, hey, maybe it'll kill me, by some luck.
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 24, 2013 21:44:39 GMT
Edisth lets her hands be raised above her head when Rayne turns around, and her chin lifts in a small act almost reminiscent of defiance. The posturing fades away when he nuzzles her cheek, and she feels a low thrum of affection and want in her abdomen with the strangely tender act. She bristles slightly at his words, knowing he isn't calling her loose, but still not liking the phrasing very much. When he blows over her neck, she presses against him, her neck always having been overly sensitive.
"I can take care of myself." Edisth says quietly, a small trace of arousal in her voice. "Sure, I couldn't kill you if you tried to harm me or rape me, but you can still feel pain. So, I could incapacitate you. I wouldn't be this willing if you seemed like the kind of guy who has the urge to harm others, lurking around in your face. No, you seem more like the kind of guy who has the urge to harm himself more than anyone else." The willowy girl tilts her head back and lets her eyes burn into his. "I may have faults, but I'm a very good judge of character, and being very observant is hand in hand with that."
At Rayne's question, Edisth raises one ginger eyebrow, her pink lips pursing momentarily in thought. "Every one is interesting to his or her own extent. Yours is just higher than most. It might be the grey eyes." The pale girl notices Rayne's sudden pained expression, and the tightening of his grip around her wrists alarms her as his eyes squeeze closed. "Hey, it's okay." She murmurs, taking in the sight and suddenly wanting to protect him, wanting to make the pain etching into his attractive features go away. She hates seeing people in pain, or depressed, always has. She wants, no, she needs to comfort him, to distract him from whatever dark place he is in.
"I don't know what you're remembering right now, but you need to come back." Edisth says softly, lifting her chin slightly and brushing her nose against his in a comforting gesture more animal than human. "When I called you interesting, it was only because your mannerisms aren't exactly normal for a human's. I... I like it. You just sort of invaded my space without thinking, and I miss having my brother around to do that." |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 24, 2013 22:36:57 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just for a moment, just a short moment, the knot in his chest loosened, surprising himself that this stranger, this girl he had met less than an hour ago, had the ability to comfort him, even if it was barely. It had been a long time since he felt the warmth of another without the contact being purely sexual, and Edisth's tone of voice was so soft, so gentle. For a minute, he almost believed that someone cared. That he wasn't all alone like he thought. That feeling fled as soon as, in his mind, he was compared to her brother, letting an onslaught of even worse memories come to mind.
He pulled away from the girl, fingers curling into his palms when he released her arms. It felt as if the hole in his chest was being ripped apart, just as bad as it was so long ago. "Rayne.." He needed to distance himself. Right now. "Rayne, I'm so sorry.." The angel could feel it bubbling in his stomach, that familiar burning sensation that has led to the need to buy new furniture. "D-Don't.." So vulnerable. That needed to change. He couldn't allow himself to feel weak in front of anyone.
The voices of the doctors he'd seen in the last decade or so filled his head. Count to ten, and if that doesn't work ,count higher until it subsides. That shit never worked for him, no mater how hard he tried and tried. "Don't touch me." His words came out harsher than necessary. "I love you, Rayne, I really do.." "You both have so much in common.." Rayne chuckled darkly, the edges of his vision beginning to turn pink.
I shouldn't care. Why should I? I barely know her. She's just a stranger. She means nothing. NOTHING. I don't care, I don't care, he repeated in his head over and over, but it helped just about as much as the counting did. "But you're just like a brother to me." Then his mind went blank, with the only exception of the memory replaying itself again, and again, and again.. "I am nothing like your brother," he growled, the sound low and threatening. "Don't you even fucking compare me to him!"
Rayne began to pace restlessly, trying to get the energy out before he did anything stupid. But all he could see was red. The color of blood. The color of the rose he gave Mari for their month anniversary of friendship. The color of her cheeks when he told a funny joke. The color of her dress when she broke his heart. "You know nothing about me, Edisth! NOTHING!' he snapped cruelly, glaring icily over at the pretty girl. "So stop acting like you do! I don't know who the hell your brother is, but don't you ever think we're anything alike."
His frustration and hurt were boiling over, and he didn't have an outlet; he was still attempting to restrain the anger, the beast. He didn't want to hurt Edisth, no matter how furious he was. The angel could still feel his wings being ripped out.. "What the fuck did I do wrong?!" By now he was just rambling helplessly to himself, unable to pull out of the dark depression he was slowly sinking into. Fingers tugging at his black hair, his pacing picked up in speed. He needed to hit something. He needed to break some bones. He needed to feel physical pain to get this off of his mind.
Rayne needed Mari.
But that would never happen.
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 24, 2013 23:15:18 GMT
Edisth had been relieved at first when she saw Rayne's face relax, but then, once her words were out of her mouth, she witnessed the change in him and felt a rapidly rising concern and fear for the man. Not for herself, no, for this man she had only been acquainted with for a bare hour.
What the fuck are you thinking, Edisth? What the living fuck are you going to do? Why are you concerned for this man, so clearly messed up in the head, so clearly unstable? Get the fuck out of there before he does get violent. Why would you try to help someone you don't even know? You've been here before. You know just how this situation plays out. You know that this won't end well for you.
These thoughts run through Edisth's mind in the space of time it takes for Edisth blink, and she feels panic tingling against the edges of her palms. The voice in her mind is dark, ribbing her, the same voice that she turns to when she needs to get away from a particularly twisted hunter. Why are you still here? The voice snakes through her mind, and her more rational inner voice responds with a glowing, resounding, Because he needs help. I can help him. I will help him. And she shakes herself roughly out of her thoughts to watch him.
Edisth looks at him, pushing the greedy, repulsive voice of her own misery and darkness out of her mind and taking three steps carefully to where he paces, hands clenched as he breathes harshly. She reaches out, putting an elusively calm hand on his forearm, halting his movements. She keeps her guard up as she begins to speak, ready at any moment to jump away from him if she says something wrong.
As Edisth begins to speak, her voice is curved into a low, smooth cadence that she knows helps calm panicked or hurt animals. "I know now what I said is not good for you to hear, and I apologise. I didn't mean for you to think that I thought you were like my brother. You are anything but. You are very different from my brother, and I could never think of you as I do---did for him. He is gone, either hiding or dead. You are here, and I need to help you. I don't... I really don't understand why, but I need you to feel better. I didn't mean anything by that comment, and I hope you will see that. So, please come back. I don't know what you meant when you said that someone else I do not know and I have 'so much in common', but for your sake and mine, I hope I can prove to you that you were incorrect."
As she finishes her monologue, she lets her palm slide up to become what she hopes is a reassuring weight at his shoulder, and repeats one sentence, twice: "Please come back." She says softly, and her voice cracks on the first word because he reminds her so much, so harshly of herself in that moment that it's like staring into a mirror. "Please come back." |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 25, 2013 15:42:10 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His first instinct was to slap Edisth's hand away when she laid it gently on his arm, the simple touch making him bristle with hostility. But he didn't. Instead, he complied, coming to a halt, icy gaze fixed on the redhead. He couldn't see what she could possibly do to pull him from this little mood of his. No one really could calm him down, because.. well, he didn't like people and wasn't one to make friends. It should have been obvious by now that there was something seriously wrong with him. Why was she still here? More importantly, why was he still listening?
But the fact was.. he still listened, down to every syllable of what Edisth spoke, her tone low and soothing to the ears. Much to the angel's surprise, her words, explaining that she couldn't ever think of him like her brother, made him feel better. Just a tinsy bit. Maybe.. Maybe she only meant that it was comforting that I was a little like her brother. That thought of his shocked him, and he swiftly averted his gaze. He'd never appreciated being compared to anyone; he liked to believe he was his own person, no matter how fucked up. But.. This got him thinking. Edisth seemed to honestly mean nothing by the comparison, except that she had been fond of that trait he shared with her brother. That didn't mean he was just like a brother, right? Shit, my head hurts.
He hadn't noticed before, but it had suddenly become a lot easier to breathe despite that shitty migraine he now had. His chest didn't ache as much. It still hurt, yes. It would probably be forever pained, but it was more bearable, the feeling numbed, just like he trained himself to feel. Rayne's hands unclenched, his fingers making quiet popping noises as they stretched from that uncomfortable position. His vision cleared considerably, though he felt quite dizzy still, but not from that brief spell of insanity. No, he was feeling dizzy because his thoughts were running a million miles a minute. It had never been so easy to come back to reality, or so quick before. Though he was grateful it didn't last as long as normal, it scared him. What was it about Edisth that made it better?
Grey gaze flitted back to the girl, hearing her voice crack. Fuck. Did he make her feel bad? Did he scare her? "I.. I'm fine." He had to clear his throat, his voice a bit scratchy. "I'm fine." Rayne, a bit hesitantly, pulled away again, much calmer now. Of course, he wasn't entirely fine, but he felt pretty confident he wasn't going to lose it again anytime soon. Well, not in front of Edisth, anyways.
"You know.." His hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, a bit uncomfortable that she had to witness that. "You're pretty alright." Just to make sure she knew he hadn't meant to insult her if he did. "If you want.." Rayne wasn't used to being this polite, or apologizing in any way. "Well, my place is open. You can always spend the night until you find your own."
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 25, 2013 16:14:52 GMT
Edisth was relieved when the man visibly calmed down, those grey eyes opening and the tension leaving his form. He smiles softly, glad to hear him say "I'm fine," even though it really only meant that he wasn't having his freak out anymore. She could still see the pain, lurking behind his eyes, and she hoped that while she was here that she could help some of it go away.
"Glad to have you back. You were reminding me of myself, to be honest. I hope you don't mind that I didn't leave you. I couldn't. I needed you to feel better, and that is not subject to change any time soon. We all have our scars. Our battles. Mine just have a little more torture in them than most." Edisth says quietly, kissing his cheek and then stepping away. "And I'd love to stay here, at least for a few nights. Thank you for the offer." She adds, her hands snaking up to undo her bun. Her flame coloured hair, released from the simple black ponytail holder she had used, fell in thick, glossy waves nearly to her waist. She sits down on the lush maroon carpet, pulling her pack towards her and slipping the hair tie inside.
Edisth stands again, smiling at Rayne. "I just realised that I match your carpet." She murmurs, extending one maroon and black clad arm to demonstrate the similarities in colour. She grins, looking at it and suddenly finding it amusing. She starts laughing, her slim shoulders shaking a little as her voice eases out of her in a happy, carefree laugh. Once she is finished cracking up, she considers how odd it is that she can still laugh like that. The willowy girl shrugs the thought away, choosing instead to move closer to Rayne.
Edisth looks at him. "So... Do you have any plans for tonight? Because I can think of one thing we could do..." She says, her tone teasing and suggestive as it falls from between straight white teeth. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 25, 2013 16:43:00 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Yourself..?" Now that came as a shocker to him. Edisth was so friendly, so cheerful, and very, blech, optimistic, as far as he could tell after knowing her for a scarce hour or so. It was nearly impossible to imagine that she was broken in any way, other than the fact that she was orphaned and her brother.. Well, she didn't even know where her brother was, or if he was dead. That definitely had to be rough, but she seemed quite independent. She looked.. fine. He couldn't see her getting into any wrong shit - excluding hunters - like he had a while ago.
"Mmmm.. Thanks for not leaving," he murmured softly, the ghost of a smile on his lips when she kissed his cheek. He would have loved to tell her how short it was compared to the usual, but.. But he didn't want to sound like it was a regular thing, like he was totally insane, even if he kind of was. Appearing that vulnerable this soon wasn't very favorable, to say the least. Which is why Rayne felt grateful that the subject changed; Edisth would be staying for a little while, apparently. And he had absolutely no objections to that.
Not once did his intense grey gaze move away from the girl. Not when she let her fiery red hair fall about her shoulders. Not when she commented that her sweater matched his carpet. And definitely not when she laughed for no reason at all. Seeing her acting so carefree after what just happened.. It was weird. Almost infectious. No, he did not laugh. He hadn't laughed for real in too long, but that didn't stop the chuckles bubbling on his lips, amused by his newfound.. What was Edisth to him? A,. friend, perhaps?
"Someone is pretty eager tonight," the angel hummed in approval when Edisth suggested an activity for the night, and he leaned forward to snake an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You know.." His breath was now hot on her neck, nose trailing an invisible line along her jaw. "If these plans you speak of involve your sweater matching even more with my carpet by being on the floor, I wouldn't object."
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 25, 2013 17:27:38 GMT
Edisth  at his question, biting her lip. "I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself, then." She says, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "My full name is Edisth Ryan McNabb. I lived with my parents, Viola and Aidan McNabb, and my brother Nathaniel. My mom was a very absent mother. She was addicted to pain medications of all sorts. Basically, if she could reach the high that strong stuff gave her, it was good enough for her. Even if it was corroding her liver."
Edisth shivers slightly at the memory of her mother, pale and thin, wasting away day by day until the day of the fire. She steps forward, into Rayne's space, and she wraps her arms around his neck, needing the comfort of another warm, not quite human, body. She rests her head on his shoulder, her lips close to his neck. "She was never really around, even when she was sitting two paces away. She was cold, heartless, and I never knew her any differently, since I'm the reason she became addicted. See, my birth was painful, and they had to give her meds for the week afterwards. She had the recessive gene for shifting, as did my father."
Edisth pauses a moment, collecting her thoughts. "My father. He was a drunk. He'd drink when he got home from work every day, and then, once he was blackout drunk, he'd push me into a closet, lock me in, and leave me there until his binge faded away and he remembered what he had done. That's why I'm afraid of too much darkness, or too small of a space. Other times, he would beat me, throw me around until I was half-shifted from fear. Whenever he remembered, he'd take me out, hug me, and mutter, 'I'm so sorry, baby girl, I won't do it again.' Against my hair, and then he'd take me out for a sundae or a movie to make up for it."
The willowy girl swallows, the memories bringing a sting to her eyes, and a clench of fear and pain in her gut. "My brother and I were close, though he was never around to protect me when my father got violent. He'd only be around later to fix me up. He's also a shifter, though I don't know what form he chose. I just remember him showing me that I wasn't alone, much like I showed you in the cafe."
Edisth sighs. "Then, there was a fire when I was fifteen. My parents died, and my brother disappeared, leaving me alone to inherit the money my parents had left when I turned eighteen. I wandered the streets for a while, homeless, before I was taken in by two sisters who gave me essentials like food and clothing, but no love or honest concern."
Edisth tightens her arms around his neck, because the next part is the hardest, the worst, and it always hurts. "After I turned eighteen, I ran away, knowing they wouldn't try to find me. I ran straight into the arms of a hunter, basically. He was the first I ever met, the first human I'd come across to know about my kind... Our kind. He..." Edisth trails off for a moment, breathing harshly against Rayne's neck as tears burn in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
"He locked me in a cellar, with all of these... These instruments, and he'd come down every day for a few hours and torture me. He especially liked knives. And he kind of... He had a whip fetish, and he'd..." Edisth bites back a sob, her chest stuttering. "He'd say the dirtiest things to me, about me, about how I looked, all marked up by his whips. And then he'd remind me that I heal quickly, so he'd have to come in the next day. That's where this scar comes from." She says, looking down at her ripped-up skinny jeans, a long pale scar visible in the strips of exposed skin down her left thigh. "Eventually, I escaped. I've been caught by others, tortured as well, but I choose not to think about it as much as I can. Because, when I do think about it, I have panic attacks usually. So that's how you were reminding me of myself."
Edisth steps out of Rayne's arms, wiping her face and collecting herself. "Sorry about all that. I just needed to explain. Moving on..." She says, taking a breath and choosing to focus on Rayne now, instead of those memories. "You're welcome, I guess, for not leaving. It just didn't seem right to do." She smiles softly at him.
When Rayne's arm curls around her waist, she grins, the memories unimportant now as his voice rumbles deep in her ear. "Mmmm.... I'd like that. I'm willing to bet you'll like my tattoo" She murmurs, one finger trailing down his chest.
She realises that maybe her method of life is weird, not right, that perhaps she should allow herself to be depressed rather than distracting herself into happiness. But then she ends up hurting herself, as the scars on her side show. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 25, 2013 18:52:19 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rayne felt his body stiffen at the mention of Edisth's mother's addiction to pain medications, averting his gaze for a brief moment. He knew what it was like to crave that high, or the numb feeling they provided. He had also seen what it did to the people around him; when he had those few friends that are just as fucked up in the head as him all those years ago. Though, he had no time to dwell on those memories, for the girl had snuggled into his chest.
Her lips on his neck, brushing lightly against the skin every now and then when she spoke, was rather distracting, causing a faint blush to settle on the angel's cheeks. He was paying attention, really, just.. Having peripheral thoughts, as he called it. Of course, those thoughts were pushed away, instantly replaced with a bristling hostility when Edisth told him about her father, who would beat her and lock her in a dark closet whenever he had too much to drink. As if a fucking sundae would make up for the emotional trauma it probably caused?
Calm down there, jackass, it's her past. It's not still happening. He exhaled lightly, watching strands of her red hair dance in the slight breeze he had made with that simple movement. Then that chiming voice of hers began to choke up when the topic switched to her brother, and Rayne's hand automatically came up to rub a gentle circle into her shoulder blade in an attempt to make her feel a little better. She did have a rough past.. How did she manage keeping a smile on her face?
A confused expression crossed his pale features as her arms tightened considerably around him, burying her face further into the crook of his neck. He wasn't kept in the dark, though, for it was within seconds that he felt warm tears on his skin as Edisth choked out her experiences with the first hunter she'd ever been tortured by. He glanced down when she mentioned a scar, barely catching the flash of white before she finished giving him her life story.
And once again the mood flickered when Edisth decided to trail her finger down his chest. "Mmm.. sounds like fun," Rayne purred, grasping her hands in his. "Let's see if you win that bet."
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If it still had a beat, Rayne's heart would have been racing despite the fact that he now laid in bed, arms wrapped around the lithe figure of the pretty redhead girl he'd met just earlier that day. It was finally dark outside, though moonlight still managed to filter through the grey curtains that hid his window. The room was even darker than usual due to the pitch black paint that covered the walls. He let out a content sigh, burying his face in the dip where Edisth's shoulder and neck met.
All was quiet, and as he listened to the soft thudding of Edisth's heartbeat, the angel realized that this was the first time he has had someone else in his bed since coming to Manuka. He'd been sleeping around so much lately.. Well, they took him home. He really wasn't one to bring someone to his place, but this... This was really nice. It wasn't very masculine to admit, but Rayne loved to cuddle, loved to have someone in his arms. It kept him warm, it was a wonderful distraction, and.. and it made him feel like he could care again. That if he opened himself up, he wouldn't get hurt. Of course, that feeling never lasted, but he enjoyed it for the time being.
Then his attention flickered to the faint sight of a scar on Edisth's left side, and he recalled seeing them just a little bit ago, but hadn't given them much thought until now. He knew of the one of her thigh, that a hunter had given it to her.. but this was a burn scar, and there were multiple ones the more he looked. All over her ribcage, her waist.. Rayne's fingers lightly traced them, pressing his lips into the skin on Edisth's shoulder. "What happened here?"
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 25, 2013 20:00:46 GMT
It had been a very long while since Edisth had simply lain in bed with someone, sharing warmth and contentment. A soft smile graces her lips as she thinks over what she and Rayne had just done, every bone in her body feeling right, complete, good. The only thing she was curious about was why the man had kept his torso bandaged during the act. Why he had it bandaged in the first place at all, really, since she saw no wounds, and he certainly seemed healthy. The redhead pushes the thought out of her mind, content to just lie with him, bare skin touching in the most relaxing of ways.
Edisth is tired, warm and pliant in Rayne's arms. She sighs a happy, relaxed as his fingers trail over her skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in the pale flesh. Then, when his fingers rest over the scars on her side, she stiffens slightly. She bites her lip, panicking a moment even as his voice, soft and soothing, washes over her with an inquiring tone.
The girl debates for a few seconds whether she should tell him what she's told people before, or if she should be honest. After a moment of silence, she releases a sigh of resignation. "Self inflicted." She murmurs quietly, glad that her face is turned away from him as she says it.
"I used to burn myself when I thought too much about the hunters. It was the only way to make it go away. It was the only thing they'd never done, when they tortured me. They used knives, so they took blades away from me in doing so. Knives, whips, their own fists, one even used the spurs on his boots. But none of them ever burned me, so that was the only form of pain I could inflict upon myself to take the images away." Edisth admits all of this with a low, calm tone, hoping to soften the disgust he will doubtlessly feel.
People always understand when I tell them I've been abused, they always feel bad for me, want to comfort me. But when I tell them I harmed myself? That disgust, that look of superiority they get since I am apparently so clearly below-human to them. They turn away, they leave, or they add fuel to my fire. Edisth braces herself for the inevitable noise of disgust, for the recoil, for the fingertips on her pale, abused skin to skitter away as if burned. |
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Post by RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE on Jun 25, 2013 20:23:53 GMT
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pain i like it rough
'cause i'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Interesting..." he mused, his voice bare above a whisper as he continued to lightly trace the scars, fascinated by why Edisth had inflicted them upon herself. She had discovered a type of pain not linked to the torture the hunters had done to her as a way of escape from the memories. He hadn't thought of that. In all honesty, he'd never done harm to himself with a blade or a flame. Self-harm was indirect for him through the works of purposely provoked attacks so others could make him feel the pain he needed. Also extreme sports as well as other physical activities he could break bones doing.
His lips were at her ear now, tucking a strand of her fiery red hair behind it. "There's nothing wrong with that. I play Russian roulette whenever I think too much,' he breathed softly. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear lightly, and then he nuzzled into her neck again. "I've lost twenty-six times." A sad smile settled onto Rayne's lips when he said this, knowing full well that despite his suicidal tendencies he could not die by a simple bullet. No, fallen angels had to be slain by a special blade.
"If it keeps you sane, it's good, as long as you don't kill yourself," he continued with a grimace. "Or someone else." Edisth could take what he said however she wanted, but what he believed every word he spoke right then. The asylums were not among his fondest memories, and since then he'd been doing whatever he possibly could to keep himself out of them. Which had led to his obsession with the game Russian roulette, and nights where he'd been unconscious to allow healing of the self-inflicted injuries.
Grey gaze locked on the movement of her eyelashes, batting every time she blinked, his arms around her tightened a little bit. "You've been asking a lot less questions than I thought you would. If there's something you've been wondering.. well, I won't bite, Edisth," the angel murmured under his breath with a sigh.
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Post by tashaeatsworld on Jun 25, 2013 20:50:15 GMT
Edisth feels the tension ease out of her body when he doesn't push her away, only pulls her closer. His hand remains on her scars, the soft touches soothing on the slightly puckered scar tissue. When he tells her about Russian Roulette, she frowns slightly, her mind faintly rebelling against the idea of him doing that, of him blowing his head apart out of desperation.
Edisth wiggles so that he loosens his arms and then she turns around to look at him. Her blue eyes glisten with tears for the man, and she does the only thing she can think to do in that moment: She buries her head in his neck, her hands moving to lace with his. "I don't want you to do that." She whispers, her voice released in soft, tender breaths against the crook over his neck. The girl sighs quietly, her heart clenching. "I can't control you, obviously, but please? If you ever think too much, you should take to me. Let me help you?" She asks, hoping he feels like she is as much of a friend to him as she feels he is to her.
Edisth kisses his neck, her lips warm and open against the pale expanse of throat. "What I said earlier was true. I need to help you. I can't let someone else feel that low." She sighs again, sinking against him in one long line from her shoulders to her hips, tangling their legs together. "I only really have one question." She starts, her ginger eyebrows pulling together in slight confusion.
"Why don't you take off your bandages?" Edisth asks, kissing his jaw and hoping the question doesn't catch him off guard. "I don't see an injury..." She trails off, not needing to continue on. The girl chooses instead to press small, soft kisses along his jawline and neck, sharing the affection she feels for him. |
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at his question, biting her lip. "I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself, then." She says, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "My full name is Edisth Ryan McNabb. I lived with my parents, Viola and Aidan McNabb, and my brother Nathaniel. My mom was a very absent mother. She was addicted to pain medications of all sorts. Basically, if she could reach the high that strong stuff gave her, it was good enough for her. Even if it was corroding her liver." 