This day, this moment, could have been planned thousands of years in advance and Airin would still feel unprepared for it. She was either on the verge of tears or outright laughter; it was more likely to be a combination of both. Airin would never have guessed this day would come so soon, especially in the manner in which it did. She laid a hand on her enlarged belly fondly. It was all because of this child Airin carried that prompted her and Devlyn, her Devlyn, to solidify their bond into a formal union.
The vampire ruffled the folds of her dress in her fretting until a gentle hand upon her shoulder shook Airin out of her daze. The soft hazel of her father's eyes observed Airin with such adoration and pride and the sight instantly eased the princesses's nerves.
"Don't worry. You'll do fine," Skilar soothed, cupping his daughter's cheek in his other hand. Airin held onto it affectionately, eliciting a smile out of her father. "You're beautiful."
Airin was tempted to object; her skin looked washed out compared to the snow white of the dress and, even with it's absolutely beautiful design, it looked rather unbecoming due to her swollen stomach. Airin didn't voice her objections, however, and she eyed the orange haired fate as the reason for that. Starlight had the uncanny nature of wanting to preserve the happiness and purity of this day and any negativity Airin displayed was quickly cast aside. It was for the best, perhaps; Airin really did need to learn to accept things as they were and ignore the need for perfection. It was just one day (a very important day, though) that would lead to a lifetime of brighter and happier days to come.
Pre-wedding anthem music began to play and it's volume boomed like a thunderstorm even from where Airin and the other stood inside the entrance hall. Airin positioned herself hastily in front of the double doors, blindly taking the bouquet of flowers the fate of love pushed into her hands. Skilar's footsteps approached his daughter evenly and calmly, offering his arm to her once he reached Airin's side and she took to it like a lifeline. She licked her lips absently in place of biting on them; it would make for an unattractive kiss at the floral alter awaiting her. Yes, just beyond those doors, out in the warmth of a bright April morning, awaited much more than just a flimsy alter... there stood a man of feather-soft, raven black hair and brilliant, ocean blue eyes that expected Airin's arrival.
Skilar would have to hold onto her tightly to prevent her from all but sprinting down the aisle for Devlyn.
"Wait."
There went Airin's will to break her lip-biting habit. She turned her gaze towards the source of the voice, a voice she knew all too well, but never in her life would Airin have guessed to see her mother standing before her.
Dusk returned her daughter's gaze thoughtfully and took in Airin fully and completely before speaking. "... You're lovely."
Airin blinked. Was this really her mother? Upon seeing the look of confusion on Airin's face, Dusk broke into a small smile and glanced away in... was that... shame?
"... I'm sorry. I know I haven't been there for you when I should have been." What was going on? Airin glanced back towards her father, who's eyes were trained on Dusk with great pride and approval. Airin smirked; he must've talked her into doing this. Nevertheless, the princess couldn't deny a small warmth radiating in her heart at hearing Dusk's confessions. Airin turned back to face her mother, who had made her way over to Airin's side opposite of Skilar.
"... Good luck out there," bade Dusk, moving a lock of Airin's hair behind her ear. And just like that, out of the blue, Airin had broken away from Skilar's hold and wrapped her arms around her mother. It was pointless fighting off the tears at this point.
"I love you," whispered Airin in Dusk's arms. They remained like this for only a moment or so, as the procession was already well under way, and when they broke apart Dusk placed a small kiss to Airin's forehead before pulling down the veil over her eyes.
"Aww, your mom's finally growing up," teased Skilar, sporting the hugest shit-eating grin Airin had ever seen him wear.
"Shut up," sniped Dusk, though she couldn't fight back the twinge of a smile.
Airin had to laugh. This day was getting more perfect by the second.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Liberation
Airin could count on one hand the number of times she went to sleep without having nightmares or any kind of dream at all. It was those kinds of nights that lead to brighter mornings and feelings of being well rested. Although, even after a good night's rest, could the... event of last night have been nothing more than a dream, Airin wondered.
It was a disheartening notion and Airin would be lying if she said she would prefer it to have been a dream. The thought had occurred more than once during the "dream" and honestly it was becoming the most likely option the more Airin thought about it. The one nagging detail that prevented her from accepting this conclusion was its overall vivid and tantalizing nature.
In the end, there was only one way to be sure. Airin willed her eyes open, gradually adjusting to the light of the morning sun pouring into the room. It's bright glow hurt her eyes but Airin could've sworn that the pile of blankets she'd been attempting to convince herself of being nothing than that was actually breathing.
Airin forced herself not to choke as her heart jumped straight to her throat the more her vision began to acclimate. Truly, there could not have been a more beautiful sight than that of the boy with an especially breathtaking expression of serenity. It was right here in this moment that it finally dawned upon Airin that last night was anything but a dream and, even more exhilarating still, this was the first time she had ever seen Devlyn so content. They were so close, with their arms laced around one another, and Airin could make out nearly every strand of the werewolf boy's hair (some of which were still coated in sweat from the night before). Airin raised her arm cautiously, ghosting over the select few locks draping in front of his face.
If there was any moment she would choose to relive later, this one would be one of the first few at the top of Airin's list without question.
It was a disheartening notion and Airin would be lying if she said she would prefer it to have been a dream. The thought had occurred more than once during the "dream" and honestly it was becoming the most likely option the more Airin thought about it. The one nagging detail that prevented her from accepting this conclusion was its overall vivid and tantalizing nature.
In the end, there was only one way to be sure. Airin willed her eyes open, gradually adjusting to the light of the morning sun pouring into the room. It's bright glow hurt her eyes but Airin could've sworn that the pile of blankets she'd been attempting to convince herself of being nothing than that was actually breathing.
Airin forced herself not to choke as her heart jumped straight to her throat the more her vision began to acclimate. Truly, there could not have been a more beautiful sight than that of the boy with an especially breathtaking expression of serenity. It was right here in this moment that it finally dawned upon Airin that last night was anything but a dream and, even more exhilarating still, this was the first time she had ever seen Devlyn so content. They were so close, with their arms laced around one another, and Airin could make out nearly every strand of the werewolf boy's hair (some of which were still coated in sweat from the night before). Airin raised her arm cautiously, ghosting over the select few locks draping in front of his face.
If there was any moment she would choose to relive later, this one would be one of the first few at the top of Airin's list without question.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Teardrops
Perhaps Airin believed, and hoped, she would forever reside in a special place in Hell for people such as she. But no, for one who could not even raise a hand to kill another, it was not even worth killing her much less throwing her into the sinful fires. So, with a heavy heart, Airin's eyes peeked open as the view of her domed bedroom ceiling met her solemn gaze. The thin crust of past tears stuck to her cheeks and eyelids and it was as though all the pain and sorrow went with them. There was nothing, save the weight in her limbs and the calm numb of her mind, which heedlessly replayed the events of the night before (or longer? She wasn't certain how long she'd been unconscious).
Someone carried her in their arms, the bright blue of her mother's hair draping over her shoulders. Airin couldn't make out her face, but the animosity radiating in dark and powerful waves hardly made it a necessity to make out Dusk's expression. It was the only memory between that of Sasuke's final threat and Airin's present apparent survival of that threat. Thus, Airin assumed her mother somehow came upon her whereabouts (the blood Airin had shed was a good tool for a vampire to use in locating a person in question) and rescued her.
So there she lie, the mere occupation of staring aimlessly at the ceiling keeping her awake. How long she lied there she could not tell; an eternity, it seemed, before finally shifting her sights sideways and meeting the image of herself in a mirror. And the longer she stared at it the more an inexplicable yet prominent rage began to build in her chest until the intense force of it launched her from the bedsheets. She bounded towards it and stopped against it's cool surface, her eyes darting furiously to every infernal aspect of her that portrayed any form of weakness.
Small form! Soft eyes! Prey to darkness!
Upon the last insult she could muster, the image of Devlyn came to mind and she flinched at the avalanche of memories and emotions that accompanied the thought of his name. A strong pulse of fear and lingering guilt commanded the infernal beating machine in her chest as it almost stole her breath. Is he alive? the fear shrilled horribly. If he is... will he hate me... cried the guilt, overlapping the fear... now that he knows?
That he knows I'm a cruel girl who acted upon that instinct born within every vampire in existence... the thirst for power and darkness. Airin's fist pounded on the mirror, the instability of her powers due to her heightened level of emotion making it shatter. Her throat stung in her desire to cry but she fought it back, another weakness she was prone to.
None of this would've happened had she honored her mother's order to never leave the castle. None if it would've mattered if she weren't the natural, infernal enemy of her beloved and his family... But that was wishful thinking... and reality was a much colder place than wishes and "what if's." Airin sank to the floor now littered in numerous, tiny teardrops of glass that offered the only light to her as they sparkled with the reflection of the morning sun.
I don't want to be a vampire anymore.
Someone carried her in their arms, the bright blue of her mother's hair draping over her shoulders. Airin couldn't make out her face, but the animosity radiating in dark and powerful waves hardly made it a necessity to make out Dusk's expression. It was the only memory between that of Sasuke's final threat and Airin's present apparent survival of that threat. Thus, Airin assumed her mother somehow came upon her whereabouts (the blood Airin had shed was a good tool for a vampire to use in locating a person in question) and rescued her.
So there she lie, the mere occupation of staring aimlessly at the ceiling keeping her awake. How long she lied there she could not tell; an eternity, it seemed, before finally shifting her sights sideways and meeting the image of herself in a mirror. And the longer she stared at it the more an inexplicable yet prominent rage began to build in her chest until the intense force of it launched her from the bedsheets. She bounded towards it and stopped against it's cool surface, her eyes darting furiously to every infernal aspect of her that portrayed any form of weakness.
Small form! Soft eyes! Prey to darkness!
Upon the last insult she could muster, the image of Devlyn came to mind and she flinched at the avalanche of memories and emotions that accompanied the thought of his name. A strong pulse of fear and lingering guilt commanded the infernal beating machine in her chest as it almost stole her breath. Is he alive? the fear shrilled horribly. If he is... will he hate me... cried the guilt, overlapping the fear... now that he knows?
That he knows I'm a cruel girl who acted upon that instinct born within every vampire in existence... the thirst for power and darkness. Airin's fist pounded on the mirror, the instability of her powers due to her heightened level of emotion making it shatter. Her throat stung in her desire to cry but she fought it back, another weakness she was prone to.
None of this would've happened had she honored her mother's order to never leave the castle. None if it would've mattered if she weren't the natural, infernal enemy of her beloved and his family... But that was wishful thinking... and reality was a much colder place than wishes and "what if's." Airin sank to the floor now littered in numerous, tiny teardrops of glass that offered the only light to her as they sparkled with the reflection of the morning sun.
I don't want to be a vampire anymore.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Rebirth
Smile, he told her, his fingers gliding down her throat. The tears flowed in endless rivers from Airin's face as the demon moved down to caress her sex. A small whimper escaped her lips as he chuckled in delight. You're acting like... you don't enjoy it. A horrible, ominous laugh pounded through her head, his massive body consuming her vision until all went pitch black...
Airin awoke with a jolt, coated in sweat beneath cotton bed sheets, staring at the domed ceiling of her bedroom. Her heart raced, her breaths labored, and she wondered... Was is it all just a dream?
"Airin?" Cyrus's voice. Her gaze traveled to find him; he sat at the very end of her bed, looking both concerned and relieved. Echoes of scars and scratches still adorned his skin; Airin flinched as the horrid memory of his murderous screams abruptly filled her head. And the dream... She shook her head, but the looming memory hung like a taunting curtain covering an open window... any moment, it could be blown away and the avalanche of wind would bear down and consume her...
"How long was I out?" she asked, propping herself upright despite her brother's protests. Cyrus reached for her shoulder to egg her back down; his hand brushed her skin, but the curtain flailed for the slightest moment, and she recoiled. A deep understanding was shared between the twins' as they exchanged glances of despair.
"Sorry..." Cyrus mumbled, leaning away as he severed his gaze from Airin, the emptiness within his eyes pointedly focused on the floor. "You've been out three weeks... Got sick during the cycle... But, it... it's okay now..." Returning the ocean blue of his eyes to the gray cobalt of her own, Cyrus gave her a small smile. "We're safe." But she knew he didn't believe that any more than she did and the essence of his smile already began to disappear as proof of that. Truly, it would be the hardest thing for either of them to ever fully give a sincere smile again. You're acting like... you don't enjoy it. Airin closed her eyes, pushing back the billowing curtain in her mind as she brought her legs to her chest and hid her face in her knees. Why... Why...? A question that would never have an answer.
Looking up, she saw her brother prop his elbows on his knees, leaning his head into his intertwined hands. It would never be easy, for either of them. What was weeks ago still left a gaping scar that perhaps would take an eternity to heal... Cautiously, Airin crawled to Cyrus and planted herself next to him. He looked up, slightly shocked, as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"... Sis?"
She swallowed as she clung closer to him still. "... We're all we've got, you and me..." Her voice trailed off, the only healing memory surfacing through the pool of nightmares... Of Devlyn, of the worry and pain reflected in his beautiful face... Of a battle that ensued between him and the demon... Please... please don't be dead... because of me... But how could she be sure of his safety? Even if he wasn't dead... they would never let her see him again. Her lovely Devlyn... Airin scrunched her eyes, fruitlessly attempting to conceal the heartbreaking tears now falling down her cheeks... Yes, Cyrus... it's just you and me now... It's just you and me...
Airin awoke with a jolt, coated in sweat beneath cotton bed sheets, staring at the domed ceiling of her bedroom. Her heart raced, her breaths labored, and she wondered... Was is it all just a dream?
"Airin?" Cyrus's voice. Her gaze traveled to find him; he sat at the very end of her bed, looking both concerned and relieved. Echoes of scars and scratches still adorned his skin; Airin flinched as the horrid memory of his murderous screams abruptly filled her head. And the dream... She shook her head, but the looming memory hung like a taunting curtain covering an open window... any moment, it could be blown away and the avalanche of wind would bear down and consume her...
"How long was I out?" she asked, propping herself upright despite her brother's protests. Cyrus reached for her shoulder to egg her back down; his hand brushed her skin, but the curtain flailed for the slightest moment, and she recoiled. A deep understanding was shared between the twins' as they exchanged glances of despair.
"Sorry..." Cyrus mumbled, leaning away as he severed his gaze from Airin, the emptiness within his eyes pointedly focused on the floor. "You've been out three weeks... Got sick during the cycle... But, it... it's okay now..." Returning the ocean blue of his eyes to the gray cobalt of her own, Cyrus gave her a small smile. "We're safe." But she knew he didn't believe that any more than she did and the essence of his smile already began to disappear as proof of that. Truly, it would be the hardest thing for either of them to ever fully give a sincere smile again. You're acting like... you don't enjoy it. Airin closed her eyes, pushing back the billowing curtain in her mind as she brought her legs to her chest and hid her face in her knees. Why... Why...? A question that would never have an answer.
Looking up, she saw her brother prop his elbows on his knees, leaning his head into his intertwined hands. It would never be easy, for either of them. What was weeks ago still left a gaping scar that perhaps would take an eternity to heal... Cautiously, Airin crawled to Cyrus and planted herself next to him. He looked up, slightly shocked, as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"... Sis?"
She swallowed as she clung closer to him still. "... We're all we've got, you and me..." Her voice trailed off, the only healing memory surfacing through the pool of nightmares... Of Devlyn, of the worry and pain reflected in his beautiful face... Of a battle that ensued between him and the demon... Please... please don't be dead... because of me... But how could she be sure of his safety? Even if he wasn't dead... they would never let her see him again. Her lovely Devlyn... Airin scrunched her eyes, fruitlessly attempting to conceal the heartbreaking tears now falling down her cheeks... Yes, Cyrus... it's just you and me now... It's just you and me...
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