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Practice of Sedition
In a world built upon a foundation of conflict, the past year has been notably violent. As Crux Fidelis, the Crusaders and ruling faction of Sium, suffer heavy losses from a particularly bloody Aphelion, other factions are emboldened to take action. Despite being allies, Weltschmerz's ambitious and duplicitous nature sees them taking bigger risks which threaten to break their alliance. All the while, Apocrypha continues to gain public sympathy and support while the Black Sun Cabal and Poena Damni continue to wreak havoc. As Sium races towards yet another conflict, it’s evident that a war lurks on the horizon.
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 you were like a dream 'cause you never came true, cw, damia
Aspen Kailasa
“The Dark Sentencer”
Something within your eyes said it could be the last time.
Aspen Kailasa
Jun 5 2017, 09:39 PM
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Aracelis Hallowed
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cw - swearing, excessive violence, death

Despite all her misgivings about the place she'd lived before becoming a Sin, Aspen had drifted back to Aryoch. It had taken her almost two years. She didn't know why it had taken her so long considering how nostalgic of a person she was. A lot had happened, true, and she had jobs to do - but she also had a lot of free time and nothing meaningful to spend it on. She could say that there was nothing in the city that appealed to her anymore - after all, it had been a largely lonely existence. But that wasn't true. There was one thing, one person, and deep down she knew she was afraid to see them again.

At the same time, Aspen wanted to see that person so badly. She hated her so much. Damia was a terrible person. What little that wench had shown of her actual personality was enough for the Sin to write her off...or want to. Damia was a shitty person. She deserved to die, that fucking cunt. But still, Aspen couldn't imagine purposely hurting her, physically or otherwise. She couldn't hurt someone she loved.

No, she hated her. How could she love someone like that? Someone who had hurt her so much...

But still, all the Sin could think about was Damia. Thoughts of work and the few friends she'd had while living in Aryoch remained buried. As she wandered from path to path, her eyes darted around, as if she expected a certain pink-haired girl to turn up at any moment, hoping she would. And for what? So that the bitch could laugh at her? Act as if she didn't even know her? Would the rejection be worth it just to see her, or would Aspen finally snap and let that bond break? Certainly, Damia deserved to be judged. The Sin should burn her to death and then destroy her soul so that her legacy of deceit may never be continued. She could make doubly sure that there would be no ghost or reincarnation...but when Aspen tried to imagine doing it, it pained her and she cringed. It wasn't possible, because as much as she remembered the pain Damia had brought her, she also remembered her sparkling eyes and bright smile. She remembered all the cute, stupid things Damia would say, and the weird things they'd talk about. How they'd take directionless walks late at night, completely alone... Aspen knew that it was all fake, but even now, she wanted to go back to those days of blissful ignorance. For the longest time after being turned by Lucifer, she had been content. She buried her human disgusting human thoughts and carried out her new objective almost flawlessly. But the second she found herself in Aryoch, that facade shattered. She had unresolved issues in this town. Everywhere she went, she was bombarded by memories. She should never have come back.

Aspen had fooled herself into thinking she wasn't walking in a particular direction. Instinctively, she was heading to the halfway point between her old place and Damia's mansion, where they would usually meet up. She stopped in her tracks when she realized. No, she couldn't go there. She wouldn't be able to handle it.

A grey portal formed beside the Sin and she was determined to step inside. She needed to leave. She had to, but still, she made no move to. The what-ifs were driving her mad; it was as if her feet were frozen to the ground. A shaky hand reached out into the grey and stopped when she heard voices in the bush to her left. Begrudgingly hopeful, she honed in on the noise. In a couple bounds, Aspen found herself in a tree-ringed clearing. There were several people doing god-knows-what. The darkness failed to obscure a flash of pink. It made no effort to hide the glint of raised steel, either.

Before she even knew what she was doing, Aspen had thrown herself forward so hard she was sure she felt something snap. Gouges were left in the ground where she'd been standing. Her hand slammed against the closest person's neck as a knife slashed across her collarbone in a last-ditch attempt at self-defence. There was another snap as her momentum carried them both into a tree. Her hand closed around the already broken neck with such force that she ended up making a closed fist. Blood spurted out in copious amounts and the head lolled against her arm completely unsupported. The Sin didn't seem to notice that the offender was already dead and kept pushing their body into the tree harder and harder until she ended up ripping their head right off. There was a thunderous crash as the tree came down behind them.

The rest tried to run away, but Aspen wasn't having it. Everything without pink hair was dying. Fueled by some long-forgotten emotion, the Sin lifted the downed tree above her head and threw it. A couple of the runners were caught up in the branches, while, a couple more were outright crushed. In another great leap, Aspen followed the over sized projectile. Pleads for mercy fell of deaf ears and she hefted it again before bringing it back down with earth-shattering force. Roaring with effort and rage - mostly the latter - she brought the tree down again and again until the five of them were mashed into a red paste. Only when it was silent did she drop the tree, shaking. Aspen hurt all over. She was strong, but all her reckless, wasted movement must have torn her muscles to shit.

Remembering why she'd just done all that, Aspen turned to see if the girl was still there. Her face was stoic and so covered in blood that her identity was barely discernible. Even still, fear was obvious on her features. Maybe it wasn't even Damia. Just some other girl with pink hair. Any smart person would have run away by now, right?

But Aspen wanted it to be her, because she was a glutton for punishment.

I was looking for an ending When I fell into you. You were like a dream 'cause you never came true. You said it all meant Nothing to you. Now you turn around and Tear me just for something to do. You like to make it bleed But you never cut through. You say it all means Nothing to you.
Damia Callisto
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Damia Callisto
Jun 14 2017, 12:36 AM
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The sound of boots against the stone walk way were the only welcome companion of the girl with pink hair, whose curls bounced with each step. About a dozen or more paces behind the young woman whose clothing of silk and jewelry of gold spoke of nobility, came the foot steps of the unwanted, a group of men they'd been following her for a while. It wasn't hard to guess their intent, she'd dealt with creatures of their ilk before, men were simple folk most often their wants were simple and knowing that it made them easy to deal with. Sometimes those simple wants made them dangerous , and by the intensity of the leers she felt against her back, they were going to be quite dangerous.

The dainty hands with well cared for nails clutched the simple brown paper bag the young woman carried as she made her way, making sure to keep a steady pace. The streets were lacking other people this night, an evening errand that couldn't be avoided, she'd had to get this tonight there'd been no choice in the matter. Those men had started to follow her, first with simple cat calls and the typical male ego jeers, but since then they'd fallen into silence after she'd ignored them. A silent group was far more dangerous than a noisy one, she knew that lesson quite well.

The woman had walked this path so many times, she knew ever stone, step and turn without even needing to think about such a thing. Rounding a corner there was a series of bushes immediately on her right, in that brief moment the ones following Damia were out of sight she slipped into the darkness under cover of the foliage and began to make way across a small clearing and a ring of trees, only to be stop dead. There were more men in front of her, and the rustling of the bushes revealed the ones following her hadn't been as stupid as she had hoped. She said nothing to them, there were no magic words that could diffuse them, offer them money perhaps but men such as these only wanted one thing.

They were rough, men usually were and the more dicks you put into a room the harder everyone tries to prove they had the biggest. Starting with taunts and jeers, mocking invitations, they'd circled her like predators, starting some shoving then a blow that sent the pink haired girl sprawling backwards. There were a few more shoves, as the girls cloak was dirtied, torn, they kicked once or twice for good measure the pain sent stars exploding across her vision. All the while she kept the brown paper bag tucked against her body protectively, the blows were painful but she didn't cry or beg. No one would come and save her, there was no point in pleading to the gods or demons of this fucking world.

Taking her lack of resistance as invitation the dicks actually started to come out, she was helpless, over powered, out numbered, the woman would look up into their faces that had lost all trace of humanity. Detaching herself from the situation, she could only hope that whatever was about to happen, it would be over with quickly. Beneath the veil of detachment, hate boiled like a poison, it ate away at the girls insides, beneath the calm mask oh how badly Damia wanted to reach out and sink her teeth into their necks just to see the fucking look on their faces, choking on their own blood. Yet as much as she wished to do so, the girls desire to live overrode that, there would be time to make them scream later. For now she suffered, but giving them the pleasure of her screams was were she would draw that line.

The darkness hid much of the atrocities done to Damia, but a glint of metal flashed in the darkness, and for the first time this night fear bubbled inside of the prone girl. Their intent was a mix of lust and murder, she could take their abuse, take their fucking worthless cock, but if they wanted her life she'd make sure they bled for it. Ferocity bubbled up, cracking that impassive mask which had remained the entire time, the anger was so strong that the girls battered, sullied body began to rise up. Grasping for a rock or a stick, a twig would do if she jammed it in an eye socket.

Before she could act a flash of pale caught her eyes and the one closest to Damia disappeared in a sickening squelch of flesh and gore, the violence happened so fast and with such brutality it left her stunned. Everything happened so fast and with such intense brutality the woman could not, no did not want to look away. They died, horribly, she'd wanted them to suffer more, wanted them to scream and beg for mercy, to plead but death came swiftly even if it was brutal.

There was no running from whatever had killed the men, had it come to save Damia, or take her in the same fashion it had ended those wretched bastards. Battered, dirtied she stood up to face the other person, having found a hand sized rock in the chaos, it wasn't much, this person had taken them all out so easily, ripped a fucking tree out of the ground and all Damia had was a rock. Shit. For a moment the only sound that filled the air came in the form of an uneven heartbeat, and the light panting of her breath, the tension was palpable.

The light shifted to reveal her potential savior or perhaps her condemner and her perfect features crinkled into a frown as she stared ahead at the one covered in blood and gore. A moment passed and as it did, so too did all worry and fear, recognition flashed in those eyes that sparkled like jewels. Damia's voice was thick with awe and wonder, a single word, a name posed as a question. "Aspen?" That was impossible, considering the tree ripped from the ground, but even as she said the name aloud there was truth in the woman's own voice.

"Oh my gosh....Aspen it Is you" The rock fell from her hand immediately and a smile exploded on the girls face lighting up her battered features, a bruise had already begun to form on her right eye but for now she cared little. "Oh Aspen you saved me! You came out of the darkness in my time of need just like an angel! Stepping forward to see someone that, she'd never expected to be her savior this night, or any other. There would never be reason for her to fear Aspen, even though she'd killed these men with her hands, ripped a tree out of the ground, it was inconceivable to be afraid of her. However she'd been able to do what she'd done, it didn't matter all that mattered was that her dear Aspen was here and had saved her.

Moving forward to give Aspen an embrace she paused mid step looking over the other woman, she frowned again though a different reason caused the crinkle. "...are you alright?" There was so much blood, her concern was obvious on the pink haired girls face. Drawing out a small silk cloth the girl couldn't help but chide her savior oh so gently as she began to reach forward and attempt to clean some of the gore away from Aspen's face. You got blood all over your face and pretty hair" It seemed an odd thing to be concerned about given they were standing in a ring of death, Aspen covered in blood possibly injured, Damia beaten, dirtied, bruised, perhaps worse although likely the other had arrived too late to even be aware of such things.

She spoke to Aspen as though they'd never parted, as though it were dirt and not blood and this was just another night, like any of the others they'd shared so long ago.
Deliver me into my fate If I'm alone I cannot hate
Aspen Kailasa
“The Dark Sentencer”
Something within your eyes said it could be the last time.
Aspen Kailasa
Jul 5 2017, 01:59 AM
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Crux Fidelis
Aracelis Hallowed
Valkyrie
76 posts
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played by Hiraeth


Aspen willed the girl she'd just saved to run away. She didn't want to see her face. It'd be better if she just disappeared into the darkness, even if it meant the Sin was left wondering...agonizing. It made so much sense to run away after witnessing such carnage, but ironically, both girls seemed to be lacking good judgment this night. They were both standing there like idiots.

Blood dripped into Aspen's left eye. When she blinked to clear it, she was greeted with a painfully familiar and irresistible visage. It was her. Damia. She let her arms fall limply to her sides. She couldn't do anything. She looked like a deer in the headlights. A maelstrom of opposing emotions was assaulting Aspen, but her face was comparatively blank. There was that senseless yearning from before. She had wanted so badly to see this girl again. Damia was almost always a nagging thought in the back of her mind, no matter how hard she tried to bury her. Even as the Sin was wading through oceans of blood, when she thought she'd finally found her purpose and way to get back at everyone who'd wronged her, that spark of disgustingly human emotion was there: "I'd be so happy, if only I could go back to those days." Aspen would weather the darkest, most desolate void in Alptraum for eternity and beyond if it meant that she could be with Damia. Just the two of them.

But why? That Damia she loved wasn't even real. She was just some machination of a deceptive, manipulative wench. Just a character that the real Damia acted out to win Aspen over for God knows what reason. Could it really be for attention? Did that crazy bitch really hurt Aspen so much for something so small? Somehow, the thought that she'd been used for something like that rather than some convoluted scheme made her even angrier. And then...when some guy with money came along, that was it. Damia hadn't even the decency to tell her. She had to walk in to some man defiling her. That wasn't even the worst part.

Off in her own little world for a moment, Aspen briefly wondered if that guy was still around. He needed to die. With her power, the Sin could accumulate tons of money if she wanted. Would that make Damia "love" her again? She hated herself for that thought, but now that she was face to face with that girl, Aspen wanted to fall back into that fantasy. Did it really matter if the feelings on both sides were genuine? If she could be happy again, no, if she could stop feeling so lonely...she didn't care about reality.

Damia's voice was coming in echoes. When Aspen realized that the woman had recognized her, too, she flinched as if she had expected the blood to protect her identity. "Why are you..." she trailed off, stumbling backward in response to the other girl stepping toward her. No. Don't come any closer. I hate you. I'll kill you. I'll judge you. You made me like this, so-- Thoughts she was never even aware of blared across her mind as she tried to radiate her aura, or even just old-fashioned killing intent to drive the rose-haired devil away. This was what her sinful nature wanted - to remain uncompromised. But alas, it was not what Aspen herself truly wanted, so nothing came out. Other than her previous actions and coat of blood, she looked a stuttering, stumbling mess.

It wasn't even direct contact, but when Damia attempted to wipe some of the blood from Aspen's face with a handkerchief, an uncharacteristic warmth flooded the Sin's body. She often found herself hot with anger, or cold with indifference to the world that now seemed so black with her rose-coloured glasses stolen away. She never felt just...warm. Not anymore. Until now.

Despite everything and even though Aspen was still panicking, she visibly calmed down. She might have even leaned into Damia's hand for a split second before she caught herself. She tried to finish her sentence, but it came out an incoherent, quiet mumble, "happ s-see me". She tried again, because the other woman's actions were not making sense to her. She focused on that fact, afraid that she would fall into some manner of disordered nonsense if she didn't have some question to hang onto. "Why are you happy to see me?" she asked, clearer this time, and forced herself to take another step in reverse. Her back hit the downed tree. The last time she had seen Damia, that girl had made it very clear that Aspen was no longer needed. What was her angle this time?

Even as Aspen attempted to practice wariness, happiness bloomed in her chest. Just seeing her...that smile...being asked if she was alright...

The light was back, but how long would it last this time?

I was looking for an ending When I fell into you. You were like a dream 'cause you never came true. You said it all meant Nothing to you. Now you turn around and Tear me just for something to do. You like to make it bleed But you never cut through. You say it all means Nothing to you.
Damia Callisto
“”
Damia Callisto
Jul 9 2017, 10:26 PM
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Damia frowned lightly as Aspen mumbled something awkwardly, she'd assumed the flinch was from a wound, whether real or fake concern appeared on the girls features. One stepped back the other stepped forward, the crinkling of the girls brow deepened as she tried to hear what Aspen was saying exactly. 

Her concern lessened as her savior seemed to calm down at the touch, Damia was trying to clean up as much of the blood as she could, while getting a good look at the cut.  More words came out in an awkward mumble and she spoke with a gentle tenderness that even in the dead of night, what was said would travel no further than the woman before her. "...it's okay, just say what you mean" Finally there was some clarity in what Aspen was trying to say, and the smile faltered, left standing there hand out stretched watching as Aspen backed into the try. 

Damia let her hand drop limply, the blood stained cloth fell to the ground as the words hit home. "Ah.." Looking upwards to the night sky, her expression was blank, or perhaps wistful. When she looked back down to the one pressed against a tree there was a trace of sparkle in the corner of her eyes, tears? or just a trick of the light. "Aspen...I'm happy to see you because I missed you" She looked away for a moment then back, before taking another step forward. "I Don't have any right to say that- I know! After everything I said, everything that I did... you know i'm the worst kind of person" Biting her lower lip before continuing briefly. and if you hate me ...."Letting her words trail off, she exhaled before taking a deep breath the girl continued. 

"I deserve it, I truly do...if I said sorry that would be like spitting in your face after what I did... The girl put both of her hands against her own chest and looked at Aspen, right in the eyes. You have every right to hate me and...if you want revenge I'll understand"  Stepping forward again until they half an arms length away, both girls looked in rough shape. "You came out of the darkness in my time of need, like an angel thank you for that, thank you ever so much for saving my life.... I ... I owe you my life Aspen"

A brilliant smile exploded across those features, Damia didn't take that last step to close the distance. Though she longed to, it was in her eyes. "Thank you....even if you hate me, even if you came out here tonight to hurt me yourself, thank you, seeing you makes me happy..."  
Deliver me into my fate If I'm alone I cannot hate
Aspen Kailasa
“The Dark Sentencer”
Something within your eyes said it could be the last time.
Aspen Kailasa
Jul 30 2017, 09:26 PM
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Crux Fidelis
Aracelis Hallowed
Valkyrie
76 posts
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played by Hiraeth


As soon as the question left Aspen's mouth and she saw Damia's reaction to it, Aspen felt regret. It was so stupid. She didn't care when she killed innocent people. She barely felt a thing when she burned an entire village to the ground. But when she saw the telltale signs of tears about to fall and thought she might have hurt Damia, the Sin badly wanted to take her words back. Maybe the people she killed did annoy her, but what they had done was nothing in comparison to Damia's deception. She shouldn't feel bad at all because the other girl deserved it...but no matter how Aspen tried to convince herself, she felt so bad she wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.

As cold as the Sin may be, she could never intentionally hurt someone she was close to. Even if the bond was severed, they were still special to her in some way. It was probably her greatest weakness.

Still, she needed answers. Aspen was about to point out that it was Damia's fault she had left. Even though all the choices she made were her own, she needed someone else to blame - in this case, it was the person who had influenced those choices the most.

But Damia surprised her again and accepted all the blame onto herself. Was this another ploy, or had she genuinely changed for the better? Although Aspen could detect guilt, she couldn't discern the nature so she could never say for sure.

Aspen started to get misty as Damia went on. There was a part of her that wanted to kill the other woman and cast off the last remnant of her humanity. It was a very small part, though, and was quickly overwhelmed by the desire to comfort her instead. Aspen was so pathetic and she knew she would hate herself after this was over. But while she was with Damia, she'd be happy. Was the fleeting happiness worth it? Right now, she didn't even care. Maybe, just maybe...it would never be "over".

"I don't hate you..." Aspen said after Damia had finished speaking. "I want to, but I can't. When I saw those people attacking you, I snapped. I couldn't control myself. It'd be stupid of me to try and get revenge after all that." Aspen was being totally honest in the hopes that she would get the same treatment in return. It was easier the more she calmed down - or perhaps it was what was helping her calm down.

"What I want is to understand why this all happened. Wouldn't it be great if we could be friends again? We have so much to catch up on," she said wistfully with an awkward smile on her lips, as if she was trying to hold it back. "Why don't we go for a walk? Like we used to," she asked, unable to keep the smile at bay afterward. She didn't even care that she was covered in a mix of other people's blood and her own - that just meant people wouldn't dare to bother them! She didn't know about Damia, though. She was human, so if she was hurt, it was a bigger deal. "Or if you're hurt, I can take you home."

I was looking for an ending When I fell into you. You were like a dream 'cause you never came true. You said it all meant Nothing to you. Now you turn around and Tear me just for something to do. You like to make it bleed But you never cut through. You say it all means Nothing to you.
Damia Callisto
“”
Damia Callisto
Aug 9 2017, 12:23 AM
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Damia looked at Aspen, surprise rippled across her features, raw and undeniable when her savior said that she did not in fact hate the pink haired girl. That blackened twisted thing she called a heart fluttered at those words and the smile poured across her features like a radiant dawn, hers had always been an expressive face. She rubbed away whatever traces of her tears had begun to form, smearing dirt and a little blood across her face in the same action but the young lady, seemed undaunted. " N-no.. it wouldn't be stupid, but...but it does make me happy, very much so ...again, thank you. Truly I owe you my life"

There was so much to say as she looked at the one who stood before her, but no words came out. She looked around once more, surveying the carnage around them one last time, before turning her gaze back to Aspen. Her old friend was speaking about catching up, and she was right, there seemed to be so much catching up to do.

"Yes..." She agreed reaching out to take Aspens hand, but catching herself before she got half way and stopping. Smiling with a touch of foreign awkwardness that was unusual for the noble woman. "I would like that, it'll be just like old times" There was an excited tone to the voice she couldn't deny, like a child getting a surprise present. Damia was giddy at the prospect of a walk with her old friend, at least until she finished her statement. "No!" Blurting out without meaning to do so. A realization kicked the pink haired noble girl in the back of the head like an angry donkey and she looked down at the paper bag still clutched in her hands.

She hesitated for a moment "N-no I-I mean, I'm not hurt or anything"Okay that was the first lie of the evening, and she willed it to be the last but this was something she wanted very much, and a little pain was nothing to her. Two things did manage to elicit worry, one she knew that Aspen couldn't be allowed to see her home but more then that, and this part she said aloud. "I have something I do need to take care of...its.....important, but!" Not giving the bloodied woman a chance to speak Damia continued. "It can wait, a little while longer I don't want to miss a chance to walk with you again"

She smiled grandly, the two were absolutely a sight to behold but luckily no one was around to see them as they started to walk. Damia's hand's swung side to side as she walked, every few swings of her hand she'd slow down a little as though to reach out for the others hand but then speed up a little bit more. "Aspen.... " Speaking so softly, gazing up at the starts, beyond the blood and wounds between them both physically and mentally it felt so natural to walk with her old friend. There were so many things to talk about still and yet they didn't feel right to say. "You know... looking up at the stars" Gazing upwards in deep thought. "I've..................I've always thought that the stars don't look like sparkling jewels at all.... they look more like little bite sized pieces of sparkly sugar...y'know?"

The girl grinned sticking out her tonuge cheekily. What were you expecting something profound?

Deliver me into my fate If I'm alone I cannot hate
Aspen Kailasa
“The Dark Sentencer”
Something within your eyes said it could be the last time.
Aspen Kailasa
Aug 23 2017, 09:05 PM
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Aracelis Hallowed
Valkyrie
76 posts
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played by Hiraeth


Aspen felt immense relief when she saw that she had Damia smiling again. She didn't know why it was so important for her to keep that expression there. Was it because she liked how it looked, or did she truly care so much? The sin didn't need to think hard about it - given that both options had popped into her head simultaneously. It was stupid. Aspen was stupid. As something deep and dark was trying to convince her to judge this girl, the sin was off thinking about how Damia didn't seem to care that she was covered in filth despite being a noble. Aspen had always appreciated that (seemingly) down-to-earth side of her. She was different. She - or at least the persona she'd showed in front of Aspen - didn't look down on others despite being from a fancy rich family. It made her wonder if Damia even belonged there...

The sin only smiled in response to Damia when the pink-haired girl repeated the phrase "I owe you my life". It was crazy that she could say something like that after seeing how Aspen had killed those men. She would've expected any sane person to freak out and run away. It was notable that the valkyrie didn't seek to surround herself with "sane" individuals though. They were boring and didn't understand anything important.

Aspen flinched slightly when she noticed Damia reaching out and then awkwardly catching herself. If she'd had time to really process the thought of holding hands with the noble, she would have turned beet-red. But the ensuing outburst caught the sin off-guard and had her wondering about other things. More than anything, it sounded like Damia really didn't want to go home. Was she that excited to walk with Aspen, or was something else going on? Really, she had no way of knowing so she just waited and willed Damia to explain.

Aspen found it hard to believe Damia wasn't hurt at all, but it was also plausible that she had simply gotten covered in blood when the sin attacked. It wasn't like she'd been overly careful about it. Besides, it was a small thing to lie about. If she could still move around normally, she was probably fine.

"If you say so," Aspen replied, still smiling faintly. She had been about to offer to go with Damia on her errand, but supposed it didn't matter much if the pink-haired girl wanted to go alone. She was still suspicious, but reminded herself that she didn't need to be privy to absolutely everything that went on in the other girl's life.

Aspen tried to keep herself in check but she seemed to be reveling in Damia's presence already and it showed in her step and on her face. She still looked to be unsuccessfully fighting off a beaming smile. "I guess you could say they do," the sin responded, laughing and looking off in the other direction for a brief moment to hide her heated face. For some reason, she had been expecting something more heartfelt when it came to the stars - but at the same time she wasn't surprised. Damia had always had her own special way of looking at things.?

Aspen hadn't missed that the other girl seemed to be instinctively reaching for her hand here and there. Since her corruption, she had become noticeably more bold and confident. Before, she would have never acted on her own, thinking she was inferior and had no right to initiate such closeness no matter how badly she wanted to. Now however, Aspen looked to Damia and held out her hand for the other girl to take. There was little time for beating around the bush.

"What have you been up to lately?" she asked, aware of how menial the question was. Still, she wasn't looking forward to explaining how she had managed to do what she did back in the clearing and knew that most girls - Damia included - loved talking about themselves. Aspen was genuinely interested in hearing what the other girl had been up to the past two years...especially if it had to do with other people in her life.

I feel so extraordinary. Something's got a hold on me. I get this feeling I'm in motion. A sudden sense of liberty. I don't care 'cause I'm not there. And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow. Again and again I've taken too much. Of the things that cost you too much.
Damia Callisto
“”
Damia Callisto
Sep 5 2017, 12:15 AM
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Damia looked at Aspen, surprise rippled across her features, raw and undeniable when Aspen was struggling to hold back the radiant grin that came across her crimson features, and Damia was glad to see her losing that battle. The other girl always had such an enchanting smile, she spent so much time being all frumpy and sullen seeing her smile was always such a delight. Most people who might have laughed at that statement would have stirred a sense of resentment, but not her savior. The pink haired girl raising a hand to her own lips as she giggled as well, finding Aspen's laugh infectious, she found a natural smile floating on her own features as they walked in stride.

Aspen's new confidence certainly surprised Damia as the other made the gesture to hold out of hand, certainly the surprise would be evident across the nobles dirtied features. That surprise would quickly be replaced by a soft, gentle smile that was filled with warmth as she reached out to take the offered hand. Giving it a squeeze, as though to make sure that this was still real, she was unable to resist the blushing smile that continued to grow like a rising dawn. The touch wasn't electric, sparks didn't fly, magic didn't permeate the air it was simply.....good, and that was the best part.

Damia's hands were a strange mix of soft and calloused. Hand lotions kept her skin soft, but they could not mitigate the callousing that occurred from all the hands on work she had been forced to do as of late. In short the callous's would be new, and for a moment the irrational twang of worry that they might some how give up her worst secret.

Those worries were for naught, a moment later she was asked about what it was that had been happening lately. There was so much to say, but she didn't want to speak of it. Tilting her head to the side, the girl made a light thinking sound and tapped a finger against her own cheek while pursing her lips. Hummmmm....Nothing terribly exciting, learning how to take over the family business" Giving an exaggerated sigh she shrugged with her free hand, unwilling to let go of the one she squeezed gently. "Ugh...financing is so much math, I swear if you look you'll find a grey hair in there"

On the off chance if Aspen tried to peek and look for one of these hair's she'd find her attempt swatted at. Playfully, ish.

"Business meetings, are just the worst...like just the other day some long haired girly looking guy tried to bully me into becoming his assistant! Ugh" Making a face. "Oh! I'll have you know i've also had to deal with the crux lately, they've been poking around into some of my families land trying to 'commandeer'' it for the good of everyone. It's so fucked up, I'd rather deal with the demons than those pretentious holier than thou assholes. At least demons know how to have fun, eh?" Exhaling a long breath through her nose, as though that might alleviate some of the burden that weighed heavily on her shoulders. Although Damia spoke lightly as though it were all one big joke, and she had not a care in the world.

It occurred to her that this would be quite a bit different from what Aspen might be expecting her to say. Two years ago, she'd never have even brought up business in a conversation, let alone actually talk about noble responsibilities. "Ohh.. I also was forced to go to this banquet the other day, it was succccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a bore" Rolling her eyes to emphasize her point. "until! some guy with topaz eyes got shot by a black sun cabal member, the first shot missed! it almost hit me! second shot got him though" Wasting no time in engaging in theatrics mimic-ing the sound of a gun shot and shatter of the vase near her head. "Then this girl with brown and pink hair went full psycho and killed the guy, right there at the party!" Speaking with enthusiasm relaying the excitement of that evening.

The two kept walking as Damia kept talking, about the party and all that had happened leaving out few details prattling on and on. Mostly focused on the excitement of the evening, though she also complained about being bored having no date to take her mind off of the constant barrage of horrifically boring people.

Barely even paying attention to the path they were walking, it was so easy to lose track of everything when she was with Aspen. Of course the question about how she'd attained such awesome power lingered overhead but instead of asking that Damia asked a different question, one that mattered more to her. "So what brought you back here all of a sudden? just in time to save me! You didn't set this all up, just so you could play hero...did you?" She teased, of Damia made a joke out of it, it would wash away some of the awful........right? right.

The ball she references if an Alex & Eris thread :)
Aspen Kailasa
“The Dark Sentencer”
Something within your eyes said it could be the last time.
Aspen Kailasa
Sep 28 2017, 11:42 PM
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Aracelis Hallowed
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Aspen found herself wondering what the hell she was thinking when she took Damia's hand, even as she squeezed it back. She was happier now than she had been in years, yet that elation was still tinged with well-placed uncertainty. It's no big deal, she thought. She'd done much more with other girls than hold hands. This was no different, she tried to tell herself. But that was a lie...because Damia was still important to her on a level no other had yet matched. And since she was important, she was a terrible weakness. She was dangerous.

Her misgivings began to dissolve as she listened to Damia animatedly relay recent events in her life. The whole "family business" thing unsettled Aspen. She didn't like the idea of someone having their destiny predetermined on their family's account...like her mother had also tried. But perhaps Damia was happy with the arrangement. She'd make lots of money at the head of a business, after all, and once it became hers she could do whatever she wanted with it. She wasn't really trapped, was she? Aspen didn't know much about the situation since Damia had never talked much about it in the past - if at all.

"Oh? What's wrong with grey hair?" Aspen joked with a mockingly blank expression, referring to her own strangely-coloured silver hair.

The sin's eyes darkened when she was told of someone "bullying" Damia, but what really got her was the Cross. They were messing with her? Why? Aspen didn't realize she could hate them anymore than she already did until now. What could they possibly do with that land that they couldn't do literally anywhere else? They already owned half the world already. Aspen knew though. She knew that the only thing that organization did was throw their weight around because they could. Tiny, insignificant humans reveling in a borrowed power. Sure, it wasn't just humans now, but honestly, Aspen was sure any other races involved with the Cross were just cucks who were easily coerced into signing away their own freedom. They had no pride. It was so pathetic. "Yeah, fuck the Cross," Aspen spat, more venom in her voice than she'd intended thanks to her train of thought.

The sin's eyes widened when Damia described how she'd almost been shot. Although it certainly sounded like a lively ordeal, Aspen wasn't interested in the guy who got shot - although she was curious about why the girl would specifically remember his eye colour - or the psycho, but the fact that the cult was responsible for it was strange. That was where Lucifer had come from, rebelling. So obviously they were scum. And that scum had almost killed Damia, by accident no less. Damia seemed to wave it off and treat it like a joke, but Aspen knew she only did that to keep other people from worrying too much.

"I refuse to believe you couldn't get a date for that." Aspen said that, but in reality she was selfishly happy to hear it. That meant the guy from before was most likely gone and there wasn't anyone else. Wait, why should that matter to her? It wasn't like she wanted to fill that spot.

Aspen felt a tad offended at Damia's joking accusation. It was a joke, though, so she brushed it off and kept her tone even. "Certainly not." The faint smile didn't leave her face until she began to think of how to answer the question. "I don't know. I guess I was feeling nostalgic. This is where most of my fondest memories are...and also, my worst," she said, the last part a barely audible whisper. It was then that Aspen's face fell. She hated to be a killjoy, but the elephant in the room needed to be addressed after all. "You said you missed me, so...those things you said back then...did you mean them?" she asked sullenly, her hand starting to go slack. She was unable to look at Damia as she spoke, staring at the ground instead. Aspen thought maybe that man coerced Damia into everything to get her out of the picture. But she didn't say it. She didn't want to put words in the other girl's mouth.

I feel so extraordinary. Something's got a hold on me. I get this feeling I'm in motion. A sudden sense of liberty. I don't care 'cause I'm not there. And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow. Again and again I've taken too much. Of the things that cost you too much.
Damia Callisto
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Damia Callisto
Oct 3 2017, 02:21 PM
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Viscount
Human
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At the light jest towards Grey hair, the young lady with pink hair gasped and placed her free hand (for she'd not dare let go of the others hand) against her chest in a dramatic show of false shock. "So many things, I'll start with the obvious one! Grey hair is so lack lustre, so bland! " She looked mortified. "Grey might as well be brown! and another thing, its just not eye catching, imagine me without my brilliantly bright hair!" Closing one eye the girl gave a grave shrug as she added the third and final point. "Plus, it would look utterly dreadful in contrast to a certain someone and their flawlessly silver hair. I'd rather compliment her color with pink" Sticking out her tongue mid the grin that plastered its self on her face.

Damia gave an exaggerated shrug when Aspen vocalized her disbelief in the fact that she couldn't get a date. "Well...Things happened" She laughed ever so lightly, hollow in her own ears, but normal to everyone elses. "Just you know life n'stuff." Tacking on that last statement which served no purpose.

Listening attentively at the woman's reasons to return home, her ears were sharp and they didn't miss that last worst that had meant to be slipped free into the air unheard. "Well I'm glad you were here She spoke with the gentlest of voices, her words so soft it made a kitten's fluff seem like sand paper in comparison. "If you had not been, I would no longer be here" She said it with certainty, while considering the question that had been posed. It was a heavy question, there was so much more to say, that she was afraid to say. Uncertainty was honestly something she had become accustomed to, yet here it was again and this time there was an importance behind it that seemed to matter so much more.

"...Aspen..." She started and then stopped, the hand in hers a tight feeling inside of her chest she no longer recognized as anxiety. Suddenly gripping the hand tightly the battered noble girl stopped in their walk and turned to face the other girl. "I didn't mean them" She admitted it gravely looking deep into the eyes of the woman that was a demon, though she knew it not. That wasn't enough but it was all she could give right now, the truth hung on the edge of her tongue a great weight suddenly washed over her. "I can't tell you why I had to say those things, those awful things..." Her voice remained steady as she stared at Aspen trying to look the other in the eye, hoping that her gaze would met.

She wanted to, oh she wanted to so badly to spill the secret that hung over her like an executioners axe ready for beheading. Yet no matter how much the mind wants something, it is the tongue that dominates what is said and what is left to silence. Damia's tongue would not be moved, no matter how desperate her plight was, no matter how she longed to explain everything that had happened all the reasons why. Aspen wouldn't understand, the worry started small and spread like a flames, Damia would be mocked and laughed at for every little bit. Doubt was a poison and Damia was toxic with it, the moment truth was said she would lose Aspen forever.


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