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nysalogs2018-08-15 01:34 am
colorature) wrote in nysalogs2018-08-15 01:34 am
Remember me, once in a while (OPEN)
Who: Diva (colorature) & YOU
What: Diva finally realizes two of her favourite humans (JJher husband and Eggsy) have fallen back asleep. She's throwing a fit(?) over it...because what is normal, functional coping???
When: Mid-August
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Small vampire queen throwing a tantrum. Uhh...blood/gore...eating her feelings...yeah. She's a vampire, after all! Will be updated if need be.
TARGET PRACTICE
[It's funny, just how much she cares.
Perhaps that's why she's so furious, more so at herself than the fact two of her favourite humans had been put back to sleep. At first she'd found it odd that neither of them had wished her a happy birthday or hadn't bothered to attend. Sure, she only half thought (half-hoped, really) that JJ would've shown his face at her party but at least Eggsy would've. He'd seen what she was capable of, the true height of her ferocity and carnage and he hadn't been afraid of her.
JJ had though, understandably. She can't fault him for that...but she can find fault in everything else, including herself. Just when she thinks she has things figured out she's hit with a setback, a blunt, honest reminder of what she is and that at the end of the day she's just trying to play a part and fit in. Even then she's not doing a very good job of it. Sure, the natives don't seem to mind her fangs and those who don't know about her diet pay her no heed...but eventually the end seems to be the same. Some are frightened or they leave her side.
Why did she have to care?
It was so much easier when she saw humans as food and nothing more - completely and utterly beneath her. Sure, there were a few brilliant ones she could appreciate, like those great musicians and composers who penned the pieces of music she was so fond of. Sure, she wouldn't deny the triumphs or accomplishments of the human race, but she sure as hell was jealous of them.
Perhaps it wasn't so much jealousy anymore that she held. That feeling had waned when she'd found herself here on a new planet with new opportunities and chances. If anything the prevailing feeling now was one of loneliness if not fear. A fear that stemmed from not wanting to be lonely in the first place.
People are still in the process of cleaning up Olympia, of building things back up to their original splendor. It'll take some time and so a little more disorder here and there will go unnoticed. At her feet is a pile of rubble, stones from various buildings that may or may not be left standing anymore. Her target is across from her - a lone standing brick wall - that she's decided to whip the rubble at, watching with a blank, muted expression as pieces of debris goes flying. Her hands are dirty from digging around, her white dress equally stained. She doesn't care though, she never has. After all, she's always a mess. Part of her wonders if it would be satisfying to throw one of her makeshift projectiles at someone's head, just to see what would happen...but she sticks to her wall instead. It's best to steer clear of her path, lest you end up an unfortunate victim of a flick of her wrist gone wrong.]
EATING YOUR FEELINGS
[She hadn't meant to kill him.
Having lead a man she'd picked up wandering about the Red Light district to the outskirts of the forest, Diva had drunk her willing victim dry. He had struggled, of course, once he realized her appetite wasn't going to be sated by a single sip, but his fetish had turned into a living nightmare far too quickly for him to act against her. (Not that he'd ever have a chance in Hell in the first place.)
It's not that she feels sad for him that she finds herself crying, mouth bloody as she sits under a tree, back up against a sturdy trunk. The body of the nameless man is nowhere to be found - she'd gotten rid of it (read: tossed it up into the higher branches of another tree for scavengers to finish off). All that's left is one of the man's humerus bones, stripped of flesh and currently being stress-gnawed on. Her knees are tucked close to her chest, her long, black hair pooled around her. Hadn't she promised Cain that she'd try to do better? That she wouldn't let her instincts get the best of her? This is exactly the kind of macabre behaviour she'd tried to mask from JJ in the first place, only for him to get a front seat to a horror show of complete and utter carnage.
But what does it really matter? Human lives were so fleeting to begin with.
She's somewhat tucked away in the trees but not far enough away that it isn't impossible to stumble upon her as she sniffles and chews. If you do though it's best to err on the side of caution. She could very well still be hungry, especially when she's essentially just eating her feelings at this point.]
GOING BATTY
[It's late. Diva should be in her nightgown and tucked away in bed. Is she? Of course not. Instead she can be found climbing the wreckage that hasn't been cleared away, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, only to dangle herself dangerously off the edge of a roof of what appears to be a small, now hollowed out chapel. She's sitting at least while her legs hang over, swinging carelessly, bare heels whacking against the brick. She's people watching, not really caring whether or not she's seen. Of course, the sight of a girl who looks like she just might push herself willingly off the edge of a roof is cause for concern to anyone who might spot her, but she seems content to stay put in place.
From up here things look different. Not just literally, of course, but for now that's what she's focused on. Her new perspective has her pointing to the ground if you pass by beneath her. She may be more akin to a demon in nature but in this particular moment she may act like your guardian angel.]
Watch out for the hole to your left-! The ground'll swallow you up if you fall down there.
[She's already seen it happen to a few unfortunate animals earlier on when the sun had begun to set. She knows what she's talking about.]
WILDCARD
[I'm down to do a personalized starter or leave me something and I'll roll with it!]
colorature) & YOUWhat: Diva finally realizes two of her favourite humans (JJ
When: Mid-August
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Small vampire queen throwing a tantrum. Uhh...blood/gore...eating her feelings...yeah. She's a vampire, after all! Will be updated if need be.
TARGET PRACTICE
[It's funny, just how much she cares.
Perhaps that's why she's so furious, more so at herself than the fact two of her favourite humans had been put back to sleep. At first she'd found it odd that neither of them had wished her a happy birthday or hadn't bothered to attend. Sure, she only half thought (half-hoped, really) that JJ would've shown his face at her party but at least Eggsy would've. He'd seen what she was capable of, the true height of her ferocity and carnage and he hadn't been afraid of her.
JJ had though, understandably. She can't fault him for that...but she can find fault in everything else, including herself. Just when she thinks she has things figured out she's hit with a setback, a blunt, honest reminder of what she is and that at the end of the day she's just trying to play a part and fit in. Even then she's not doing a very good job of it. Sure, the natives don't seem to mind her fangs and those who don't know about her diet pay her no heed...but eventually the end seems to be the same. Some are frightened or they leave her side.
Why did she have to care?
It was so much easier when she saw humans as food and nothing more - completely and utterly beneath her. Sure, there were a few brilliant ones she could appreciate, like those great musicians and composers who penned the pieces of music she was so fond of. Sure, she wouldn't deny the triumphs or accomplishments of the human race, but she sure as hell was jealous of them.
Perhaps it wasn't so much jealousy anymore that she held. That feeling had waned when she'd found herself here on a new planet with new opportunities and chances. If anything the prevailing feeling now was one of loneliness if not fear. A fear that stemmed from not wanting to be lonely in the first place.
People are still in the process of cleaning up Olympia, of building things back up to their original splendor. It'll take some time and so a little more disorder here and there will go unnoticed. At her feet is a pile of rubble, stones from various buildings that may or may not be left standing anymore. Her target is across from her - a lone standing brick wall - that she's decided to whip the rubble at, watching with a blank, muted expression as pieces of debris goes flying. Her hands are dirty from digging around, her white dress equally stained. She doesn't care though, she never has. After all, she's always a mess. Part of her wonders if it would be satisfying to throw one of her makeshift projectiles at someone's head, just to see what would happen...but she sticks to her wall instead. It's best to steer clear of her path, lest you end up an unfortunate victim of a flick of her wrist gone wrong.]
EATING YOUR FEELINGS
[She hadn't meant to kill him.
Having lead a man she'd picked up wandering about the Red Light district to the outskirts of the forest, Diva had drunk her willing victim dry. He had struggled, of course, once he realized her appetite wasn't going to be sated by a single sip, but his fetish had turned into a living nightmare far too quickly for him to act against her. (Not that he'd ever have a chance in Hell in the first place.)
It's not that she feels sad for him that she finds herself crying, mouth bloody as she sits under a tree, back up against a sturdy trunk. The body of the nameless man is nowhere to be found - she'd gotten rid of it (read: tossed it up into the higher branches of another tree for scavengers to finish off). All that's left is one of the man's humerus bones, stripped of flesh and currently being stress-gnawed on. Her knees are tucked close to her chest, her long, black hair pooled around her. Hadn't she promised Cain that she'd try to do better? That she wouldn't let her instincts get the best of her? This is exactly the kind of macabre behaviour she'd tried to mask from JJ in the first place, only for him to get a front seat to a horror show of complete and utter carnage.
But what does it really matter? Human lives were so fleeting to begin with.
She's somewhat tucked away in the trees but not far enough away that it isn't impossible to stumble upon her as she sniffles and chews. If you do though it's best to err on the side of caution. She could very well still be hungry, especially when she's essentially just eating her feelings at this point.]
GOING BATTY
[It's late. Diva should be in her nightgown and tucked away in bed. Is she? Of course not. Instead she can be found climbing the wreckage that hasn't been cleared away, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, only to dangle herself dangerously off the edge of a roof of what appears to be a small, now hollowed out chapel. She's sitting at least while her legs hang over, swinging carelessly, bare heels whacking against the brick. She's people watching, not really caring whether or not she's seen. Of course, the sight of a girl who looks like she just might push herself willingly off the edge of a roof is cause for concern to anyone who might spot her, but she seems content to stay put in place.
From up here things look different. Not just literally, of course, but for now that's what she's focused on. Her new perspective has her pointing to the ground if you pass by beneath her. She may be more akin to a demon in nature but in this particular moment she may act like your guardian angel.]
Watch out for the hole to your left-! The ground'll swallow you up if you fall down there.
[She's already seen it happen to a few unfortunate animals earlier on when the sun had begun to set. She knows what she's talking about.]
WILDCARD
[I'm down to do a personalized starter or leave me something and I'll roll with it!]
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[Something like that. A copout response, but he hasn't any resentment for her. There isn't any need for such a sentiment.]
You are my queen, Diva. The theatrics don't concern you, unless you believe my personal feelings have negatively affected our bond in some way.
[Solomon's never going to be part of Truth Or Dare Gossip Hour Girly Sleepover Time Best Friends Forever with Diva, it's a professional affiliation.
Even if things end up like this on occasion.]
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She deflates a little at that, closing the distance between them as she presses her forehead against his chest, head dipped as her arms dangle either side of her. Things were so much easier when she didn't care about others or hadn't opened her heart up.
Everything lately feels messy.
When she speaks again it's with a mutter.]
I don't know what your personal feelings are.
[So she can't really comment, can she?]
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You're far too concerned with that. My personal feelings matter very little, Diva.
[Solomon's the guy who skipped on voting and accidentally helped Donald Trump become white house heir.]
What's important is that I'm here, Diva, as always.
[Forever...unless he can convince the Natha to foreverial kill him.]
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[He seems to be missing the point, but his fingers against the back of her head, nails scraping her scalp gently, act as a salve. Once again it's becoming pointless to argue. The more they talk the more confused she's becoming, the more her head has begun to spin.]
You are here...it's true. You're here with me still, even if others have left.
[There's a possessive undertone to that last bit, lacing each syllable with something darker and far more desperate than what she's letting seep through. Not that Solomon isn't aware of such a side to her. He's seen her at her worst.]
I hate being alone.
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[Just the depth, reasoning. It's purely a matter of circumstance and desire, but that has little affect on him overall. Diva's Diva. She always has been. He hasn't had any expectations beyond that. Caring for her, looking out for her -- it's necessity. A job. All things that would prompt an irreparable meltdown.
So he'll calmly knead the back of her head, let her rest against him.]
I know that, and yet you sought solitude. It isn't so bad when it isn't forever.
[She may even end up missing it, one day.]
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Her arms move from her sides to hang loosely around his instead. Yes, she'd sought solitude, but that was because she was salty and trying to sort things out in her head. It was easier to do that without anyone else around her, when things were more quiet, even if inside her head it felt as if there was a shouting match going on.]
I just want to be adored. My sister seemed to find it so easy, to be admired and loved. I want that too.
[They're both monsters, after all, and twins to boot. So why was one more adored than the other? Sure, Diva knows it's because Saya LARPs as a human but when has that done anyone any good? To live inauthentically?]
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Plenty of your friends showed up to your birthday party, you shouldn't overlook that. More than that, you aren't your sister.
[Which...can be inferred in a way he hadn't intended.]
That's to say, she may think the same as you.
[Which is probably not true at all, but Diva does have 92 chevaliers by comparison so there's that...............
Listen Saya's a prissy normie, it can't be helped. They had different start points.]
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No you're right...I'm not Saya.
[And that gets her to squeeze him a little tighter all of a sudden.]
I'm better, right? I'm more darling?
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He'll glance down at the top of her head at that, unsure about what she's thinking but it's all ultimately fine.]
Of course. You're far more beautiful than anyone I've ever met. Between the two of you, there is no contest.
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His words seem to satisfy for now, for she stops squeezing him as tight, even if her arms still remain around his middle. It's the kind of stuff she likes to hear, after all, that she's the better twin.]
Good...I love sweet Saya but I want to be loved more than her.
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Solomon's presence is constant, not drawing back prematurely or encouraging a more frantic grip. He's just standing, indulging, enduring....]
Aren't you? As it is, things here are different from the way they were before.
[Not to suggest she was any less-adored prior to Olympia (etc), but Saya had some glaring connections and advantages in a sentimental way. Nothing, in his opinion, to lust after, but he won't criticize Diva for it.]