He the serpent that slithers inside minds, when shadows ticked and night birds sang of blood and death. - Bloodsongs. ~ (Art) He looked at Aurora and she was frowning at him. Her lips were in a pout and he wanted to grab her and kiss her, but no... they were talking or more like fighting. Her eyes were spewing fire and if looks could kill..."I didn't mean-" he started and she stopped him with a wave of her hand. She looked like a queen as she did that. It was as if he was her servant or something. "I am sorry. I know this is all too much for us. Our life is already a mess and this is getting beyond complicated.""Aurora. I didn't mean - this is-" he didn't know how to get her to understand what he was going to say to her. Words felt harder to say... and he was scared of making it more Messier than it already was. "It is fine, Art. I am sure it is all for the best. Let's not think about it. Let's concentrate on the nightmares, the shape shifting evil man, for now. Okay?" She said
He is made of the darkest of the nights. ~~ (Art) Art looked at her and his heart thundered. She was beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He could kiss anytime he wanted now, now he didn't have a girlfriend anymore. He broke up and he was single and he could kiss any girl he wanted. I want to kiss this girl. But... He didn't think Julie would be so understanding, but she was. The hurt was still there, the anger, was too, but when he explained to her about how he felt about Aurora, about how he couldn't stay away... she scoffed at him and then sighed. She told him they would have been better off as friends, anyways, but she told him that she wouldn't be his friend, anymore. "I understand, Art. There's something there, in your eyes, something that was never there when you looked at me. We are compatible, good friends and I know you care for me, but then... Aurora and you...." Julie had said. "I am still angry, still angry, though." "I am sorry, I didn't want it to
His magic is powerful, written in blood and misery. He, the dweller of night, has shaken hands with devils of devastation. – Bloodsongs. ***(Art) After the fiasco, Art and Aurora sat in the car for a few minutes, staring at the woods. "Let's go. The show is over anyways," Aurora said as she leaned against the seat and closed her eyes. Art nodded as he started the car. They didn't talk when until they reached home. Aurora stood there next to him, and he wondered what he should say. Thankfully, her mom saw him and invited him in. He knew Aurora wasn't going to invite him. "Come on in, Art. I just made cookies." He looked at Aurora and she had a frown on her lips... and she nodded. He sighed and followed her. Paula give him a plate of cookies and he followed Aurora to her room with the plate in his hand. Aurora was deep in a book and she was startled when she saw him standing in the doorway. "What?" "Are you angry with me?" he asked. He didn't want her to be angry with him. He
The one with many shapes, he can shift from a slithering snake to a stalking wolf, for the price of half his soul. – Bloodsongs.~~~(Aurora)Aurora woke up, shuddering, drenched in sweat. Her breath came out, cold and icy. She pulled her sheets off and opened the window, letting the wind calm her bones. She leaned against the wall to steady her watery legs. She stared at his closed windows. It looked like he wasn’t awake yet and she knew he was feeling the pain of the hit on his head and whatever that would come next. She picked up her phone and dialed his number, hand still shaking.The phone rang and rang and died. She dialed again, again and again and then she heard his heavy breathing as he answered the phone.“Art, open the window.” She said, “Open the window.”“I am so tired, I want to die painlessly.” His voice was raspy, filled with anguish and horror. “I don’t want to feel so much pain…”Her throat felt closed. Fear, and then she ached, so much, for him. For what he was goin
He follows Satanism; the darkest of the dark, the blackest of the black. – Bloodsongs***(Aurora)Aurora stared at the woman in front of her. The new teacher.Lyka Brimstone. What kind of name was that?Everything about her was kind of exotic and strange. And when Aurora's eyes met her, she knew that she was magic like Art and herself. Okay, she wasn't really on the level with Art, but she had magic in her blood, too. Something in her was so extraordinarily out of this world that Aurora felt the punch of it in her gut – this was no ordinary woman, and she didn’t know how she knew it, but she knew.She also knew this woman.. Though she had never met her before, she knew this woman, as if the knowledge of her was ancient, and buried in her bones, and she also knew that everything that had happened around her, to her, since she was so young to understand it, was somehow connected with this extraordinary being. It was a blood-deep thought.Maybe Lyka would have answers, for all of Auror
He fears light, the brightest of the dawn, and his power reeks of weakness when the first light touches the dark. – Bloodsongs.***(Art)Lyka was a woman with sharp, wizened eyes, an ethereal kind of beauty and a tranquil smile. The man looked like a warrior-- tall, weathered-- and his eyes were pointed straight at Art. The two men waged a silent battle, but stopped when the woman walked next to them with a glare to the man.“What is this? A showdown, Shalom? Stop acting like this. He is just a boy,” She pushed Shalom away and smiled at Art and Aurora.Of course, Art didn’t trust her or the guy. He didn't know where they came from or what they wanted with them. It was all so cloak and dagger and he was... well he did like mystery, but still... But if something were to happen, he knew he could protect her with his magic. "Do you want to eat something? Or drink? Make yourself at home. I will be right back.” The woman fluttered around, pushing chairs and looking just as nervous as them
He is the butcher, the butcher of good dreams, hopeful thoughts. – Bloodsongs. ____ (Aurora) I am nothing like you. Aurora shivered as cold wind chilled her spine. It felt like Théoden, his body around hers. It felt ugly and comfortable, cold and warm. She shuddered, pushed him off her mind. Nay, you’re everything that is mine. I waited for you, my blood, waited. Years and years and years. For you, for you to come and win this battle. I would never help the likes of you. Aurora whispered back, weak, trembling. His words were penetrating, oozing inside her brain like a thick tar. You lie, little daughter. You lie and you will see the dark, one day. You will embrace your destiny and yours is mine. With a battle cry, he floated around her, air buzzing and then he vanished with a last howl, you are mine. Aurora stared above her head. He wasn’t there. Eyes empty, mind swimming with what he said, she closed her eyes. “What happened, hey?” Someone shook her out of her trance. “You loo
Storm and wind of black is his power. Strikes, he, the world with the blackest of the cyclone. – Bloodsongs.~~~(Aurora)"You are back. Is that it? Why did you run away?" Aurora looked at the angel. His violet eyes were looking everywhere but at her. She knew he was scared of this, whatever this was. She was just as confused, but she was with Art now. There was no use thinking about anything else. That was just momentary. "I told you. This isn't easy for me. I didn't exactly make the decision to come here. I was talking about it, but I wasn't ready." "I don't understand half the shit that comes out of your mouth, but next time, if you want to disappear, make sure you let me know when you will be coming back, or if you will be coming back." "You didn't look too worried for me. You were happy with that boy." He looked like he was angry about that. But she was worried. She thought of him, too. "Okay, I am sorry. I know it is not easy for you. I know it is not your decision to come t
He, the power of demons, the harbinger of bad, he is fortressed against death and only some can defeat his power. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Art) ART DROPPED OFF Julie at her huge house. She babbled on and on, all the way to her home, said how sorry she was, but she was incoherent, almost drunk on painkillers and Art couldn’t gather what she was talking about or why she was sorry. She stepped out and said sorry to him again, turned and walked away, looking still frail and weak. He sat in his car staring at the empty night, the few stars in the sky, the lonely looking trees and then he drove around, in an aimless circle before he found himself sitting in Sallie’s, eating a chicken pie, not really eating. What am I doing here, he mused. There was no answer except he didn’t want to go back home, not right now. “Arthur? How is Ariana? Is she okay? How are her wounds?” He looked up to see Lyka taking the chair next to him, her eyes worried. “And why are you not with her?” He stared at her,
He lures the weak, the greedy, the egotistical, the envious, the outraged. He lures humans with sins beyond saving. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Aurora) THE snake continued to grow, a gigantic creature with mismatched body. Its eyes were alive, flashed with red and orange and blood dripped from its long fangs as it wriggled its massive body towards them. Aurora could feel its deriding grin, its glee as it approached them with its tongue poking outside. I will eat you, then sacrifice you for the devil. You will bleed in his altar, and he will be pleased. He will raise my position in his command. I will be his true warrior, his right hand man. “Dream all you want, but dream is what it will always be.” Lyka shrugged her shoulders, looking strong and brave, and Aurora wondered how she could face this when her legs were shaking like there was an earthquake beneath. Her body was acting and she felt the pain, every where. “The power of white, I call to smite. Air, water, fire come down to see t
Barters, he, the souls to the walking dead, for a life longer, for the power greater. – Bloodsongs ~~~ (Art) They were in the vineyard, and Aurora was eating grapes. Art looked at her with a smile, and he tried to concentrate on what she said, what she talked about. But it was too difficult to achieve when she talked a mile per minute. So he just watched her smile, her contented sigh, and her eyes that could swallow him whole and then those lips that move like a magic. “—so tasty, so warm, like sunlight dripping down your throat, like ambrosia.” She licked off the juice as she finished eating the grapes. He leaned closer, almost reflexively, to lick some of the juice by himself. Her eyes widened and then she pushed him away with a sputter. “What are you doing? People are watching.” “Do I look like I care? I will kiss whenever and wherever I want.” She ate two more grapes and gave him a look that burned his blood. “I just love the grapes, and don’t want you to steal them away fro
There’s only a dying flicker of humanity in him. Mad like a whirlwind, he swirls in rage, to swallow everything light. – Bloodsongs~~~(Aurora)Aurora woke up, legs tangled with something warm. She remembered last night, when Azak and Art was in the room. Who was in her bed right now? Her eyes widened when she realized she didn't know who the hell it was. She flushed a bright red, even half asleep and tried to unwind herself from around him. Oh, it was difficult, for her limbs and his were intervened, her arms were around his neck and his on her stomach. She felt the warmth, the heat of him, and for a moment, she let herself enjoy the beauty of it, the innocence of it – sleeping together, fully clothed.And then the heat was hundred times more, a staggering punch of need in her stomach and she panicked, kicked him away and regretted it the minute she heard a loud thump and a louder groan.“What the hell? Who kicked me?” Art growled and she didn’t know how to answer to that. He got
He tempts, seduces, his voice a lull of melody. He shines, shimmers, a splendor to human eyes. – Bloodsongs. ~~~ (Ahriman) He was restless. He had taken too much time to gather his strength back and today’s surprise attack was sweet and wild. He saw the fear in the girl’s eyes, for the little one. Oh, he knew humans, their greed, their selfishness, but he also knew their bond with another human and it felt good to use just that. The human girl, the weak and puny one that was going to destroy – destroy, ha! He laughed, it was a mighty big joke – him loved the little one. It was sad he couldn’t do more than just project the image and threaten. How he wished he could take on the little girl. He could swallow her down his stomach. She was sweet, the blood in her pure and the soul, untainted, rich and succulent. He could smell the taste of her soul, could imagine the bright scent of her fear if he attacked and that made him thirsty. Thirsty for a little human blood. He hungered.
He entices his victims in the dusk, showing the golden of his skin, the shimmer of his beauty. – Bloodsongs~~~(Art)Art was standing in front of Shalom, a sword in his hand. It felt heavy, strange in his hands, but the knowledge of why he was here, why he was doing things he hadn’t done before, was profound. It was earth shattering.And the knowledge was just beyond the curtain of smoke, floating around, tiptoeing in and out as Shalom and he sparred, thrusted, defended.“Open your legs. Balance your feet. Move as if you are dancing. Sword fight is a kind of dancing. Easy on feet.”Art did as he was taught. When they were both tired, they sat down and watched the women – his woman, and Shalom’s.They were both light on feet, quick as wind, and Art couldn’t believe that Aurora had never touched a sword before, never fought a battle before.She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand.“Aurora is marvelous. She is born for this.” Shalom took a gulp of his water.
Black Magick with which he bests the white with. Darkness of sins, he uses to grime the light with. – Bloodsongs.~~~(Aurora)They were meeting with Lyka and Shalom, and Aurora felt like she had known these two people all her life. Maybe it was that inevitable connection that connected them together by fate.It was one of that gloomy Sundays, where the sun didn’t have enough strength to shine past the gray clouds flanking it from the sides.Aurora and Art were meeting Lyka and Shalom in Pizza Point, which was less crowded than Sallie’s. They took a corner table, and waited for the two witches to arrive, as Aurora thought about Azakeal. She was thinking of introducing Azak to Art, as well. It had been days and she didn't want to keep it a secret anymore. Azak walked in, looking comfortable in one of the t-shirts she had picked out for him the other day, when she realized he had been wearing the same hoodie for a while now. She waved at him and Art looked at her with confusion as Aza
Hungers, he, more and more, and his is the religion of the flesh, the iniquity, the carnal, the egoism. – Bloodsongs.~~~Aurora went to her home, later, and they slept in their own bed, but their heart and mind were with each other and the other one, who was lurking in the dark, just behind those shadows.They wondered awake, what and where Théoden would be doing tonight. Was he going to plague their dreams, push them off the cliff, strangle them with the vines? Or was he going to stay silent and gather power for more than just nightmares?They wondered what it would come to, how it would end. What if they failed like so many before them? It was a miserable thought to have at the brink of the night, when shadows danced and dived and threatened with its obscurity.They looked behind the shadows and wondered, feared, if Théoden was there, stalking in the woods, relishing the power, pain in the darkness. There was howl of a dog and they wondered if it was the wolf they had seen – the on
Darkness, his cover, he drinks its sin, malevolence and gain power from the shadows. – Bloodsongs.---(Art)Art was angry that she didn’t wake him up the night before to say anything right now. He feared, what would have happened if Ahriman decided to push farther. The bastard was in her head, and that made him angry, restless, wired. He looked at her, oh how she sat, like there was nothing wrong with their life, their damn life, like everything was fine and dandy.With a final glare her way, he turned to the roads. It would do better just to calm down, just to ignore her for the moment. He didn’t have patience to deal with her now, didn’t have enough of restraint.The fear in him, for her, still raged, a whirlwind within his belly. It twisted in him, tumultuous, feral, noisy.Above all... It was betrayal.They said they would share, didn’t they?They promised they’d be there for each other. While he called, begged for her to come to him, like a damn baby, she sat there, alone in the