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Post by LEENA ♥ BLAKE on Mar 7, 2013 22:21:33 GMT -6
how my thoughts
The forest was the perfect place for her now, quiet and still enough to unnerve a statue. Although off-limits to students, she had the right to come and go as she pleased. Not that it really stopped students either, but most were frightened by stories and rumors. That was fine with her. No interruptions, no distractions. Not many people had the nerve to leave the safety of the school's boundaries, even if it was technically still on the island. A sigh escaped Leena as she settled on the cold ground, finding a large spot clear of leaves and grass. It was a spot she had cleared out upon first arriving at the school for one reason. As the wind died down, the nurse crossed her legs and relaxed her shoulders. After the week she'd had, she needed this. She rolled her neck, trying to let go of the stress. That was the trick, wasn't it? Being completely in control of her emotions before she dropped her guard.
It was slow at first, starting around her wrists and arms, then quickly spread up to her shoulders and around her back. The flames were low, close to her skin. Lee fell into habit and let emotions and thoughts out a little at a time, like feeding kindling to the open flame. The frustration of sick students. The exhaustion of a long day. Not being able to sleep. Her eyes dropped to her hands, folded neatly in her lap as she continued, trying to funnel her feelings carefully. Facing old memories. His hand stoking hers. The flames jumped up at the recollection, but she didn't fight it. Instead, Lee's mind added the smell of his clothes, the feel of his breath on her forehead. Frustration, irritation, and guilt made the flames twist like angry snakes around her face. She maintained control enough to prevent her clothes from being crisped, but now the large area she had cleared made sense. The ground had scorch marks already from repeated rituals.
After a few moments of letting the memories roll around in her head, she slowly reigned in the flames and brought them back to the low smolder that they had started as. Leena pressed her fingers into the bridge of her nose. With the relief of burning came a swift exhaustion as if she'd just run a few miles. Her hands shook slightly as she pulled it away from her face, but a gentle smile had formed. She had to sleep now.
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Post by JONATHAN ♥ REINHARDT on Mar 9, 2013 20:32:49 GMT -6
  One. Two. Three. The cadence was simple, slow and steady. In the cool air it felt almost surreal bursting through the tree line with each powerful thrust of his wings. He repeated the jumps over and over again, bursting into the air before slowing his descent with a gust towards the ground. The pain still remained causing agony if he prolonged his flight, but it was significantly less awful than he had remembered it to be. He assumed it had to do with the medication that Leena had given him. Since her outburst he could have thrown away the tube and persisted in his stubborn bitterness, but curious to see its effect he allowed himself to medicate. The tingling heat of the medication had brought him much comfort and this day he had found it fruitful to try and see if it had brought any progress to his healing.
A soft thud signified his landing and he stared and the surrounding forests. While Apollo enjoyed these forests, he didn’t want to tire the dog with trying to chase after his master and had subsequently left him in Sceptre City to await him on their campus home. Instead he was there alone dusted slightly by some dirt and debris that had caught his shirt from the branches. He bore the look of someone who had been in a tussle, but the clear smile on his face signified he had either won or was just in a great mood. However, the bounds and leaps began to bore him and as he extended the massive canopy of his night clad wings he wanted more. Flying had always eluded the young angel. Maybe this was the moment it would elude him no longer. Unsure and slightly hesitant he sounded the cadence in his head once more and with a powerful leap he took to the skies.
One. Two. Three. He counted slowly as he beat his wings to the sound of the cadence. They strained against his back at the foreign feel, but as he soared through the air it seemed right and freeing. As soon as he had tasted the bliss of the sky it was gone and his wings locked up in the pain which plagued them for years. Still the distance had been a feat he hadn’t seen in a long time. He opened his eyes frantically trying to regain control of the air, but only one wing seemed to move. Cursing as he fell, he braced himself for impact and within moments he felt the whip of the branches and the slamming of his body against its more solid arms. With a solid thud Jonathan hit the ground sending a spray of dirt and leaves about him. Like a comet come down to earth he remained still in his crater until he regained his breath with a deafening gasp. He groaned in pain unfurling his wings and spreading them awkwardly as he stumbled to his feet. There was blood seeping from the fresh cuts on his arms, abdomen, neck and face from impact and the kissing lashes of the branches.
Blurred surroundings filled his sights and as he struggled to regain clarity he leaned himself against a tree, rubbing and blinking the dirt from his eyes. After a few moments the fuzziness dissipated slowly leaving a hazy view of the world around him. Several feet away had to be a mirage an illusion. She was there sitting quiet, but clearly aware of his crash landing. His jaw tensed as he squinted at her incredulously as if it were impossible that the two of them had run into each other yet again. “Miss Blake…” Jonathan acknowledged her still feeling the full bitterness that had built in his system as he remained in his solitude. He was still feeling a bit sore that she had run out on him and now that she was here to witness his fall, he wasn’t exactly feeling peachy about that either. “Didn’t imagine I’d see you here…”
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Post by LEENA ♥ BLAKE on Mar 13, 2013 21:48:53 GMT -6
how my thoughts
She let her hand fall back into her lap, wanting nothing more than to stretch out under her sheets now and sleep in the sunlight from her window like a cat. Nothing was better than a long cat nap after a workout, even one that worked her abilities instead. Leena yawned, not bothering to cover her mouth as she did so, and cradled the back of her head with both hands as she arched her spine. Of course, she would be completely relaxed when he came crashing back into her life. Literally. She spun around, flames flaring brightly before dying completely. She clutched her chest in surprise, tensing to jump to her feet and take a kickboxing stance at a moment's notice. It took the nurse a few thudding beats of her heart to realize who was climbing from the ground, dirt and grit staining his clothing.
"Jesus Christ, Johnathan," she muttered, slumping forward in relief, forgetting the tension between them for a moment. Lee took a few minutes to catch her breath before looking up. It was then that she noticed how tense he became at the sight of her and she felt a door slam shut in her face, just missing her nose. She probably deserved that, though. Planting one hand on the ground next to her hip and locking her elbow, she grabbed it lightly with the other, forming a barrier. She never thought he'd hurt her, but she felt as if she needed armor against his rather cold gaze. "It's not exactly the most popular place among the residents of Elysium," she replied after a moment, clearing her throat. Her eyes wandered from his scuffed face and dirty clothes to the sluggishly bleeding cuts on his upper body. Instantly, she felt the urge to drag him back to the infirmary and dab at them, make sure they had antiseptic on them and press band aids over them. It was absurd, but not unlike the other thoughts that had crossed her mind since their last encounter. Some were certainly stranger even. Leena's eyes returned to his face almost defiantly. Her chin tilted up stubbornly. "Those should probably be cleaned."
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Post by JONATHAN ♥ REINHARDT on Mar 15, 2013 0:41:36 GMT -6
“I hardly think I belong in a sentence with him.” He replied quietly picking off bits and pieces that had stuck into his clothes. There was a menagerie of things that had clung on with the great fall. It was amazing really. There were thorns piercing his skin from the branches, odd ends of soft bark clinging to his clothes and dirt everywhere. While it was fascinating to him, he was sure it would have been a mother’s nightmare. The train of thought froze, imprisoned in time and glued to the tracks it moved on. She had been the object of his thoughts lately. Her fair face and beautiful smile, the soft gesture of her hands and the warmth of her encouragement, was in everything he saw. The late night dreams of her embrace had brought him to a crippling anger and sadness, which often woke him with a fatigued sweat. Luckily Apollo hadn’t taken too much notice in the behavior as the dog was now occupied with keeping their house guest occupant warm at night. “My thoughts exactly.” The short and tart reply was cold on the outside, but inward John felt conflicted. Being harsh and cold to her seemed wrong, while he wanted to be mad, it just seemed so tiring and fruitless. As if being mad at her would change the wall between them, but as a child deprived of the things he wanted, John was throwing a tantrum, whether he called it that or not.
The two of them were squared off against one another. Her frame, chin up and still defiant against his cold composure, was metaphorically toe to toe with his tall broad and proud, square shouldered stronghold. There was a raw tenseness in the air and it didn’t seem like other party was going to relent anytime soon. “You would like that wouldn’t you.” Jonathan quit picking at the thorns, brush and bramble which stuck to his clothes like feather to tar. “Patch me up and then run away or maybe this time you’d like to set me on fire.” There was a deep blankness in his eyes. While the restricted light in the darkened forest had dilated his pupils, the outer rim of ice blue still pervaded the space. It was unwavering and full of menace. Whether the rancor in his spirit was a remainder of his bitterness towards her actions and abandonment or preserved from his lifetime of hate wasn’t evident. John didn’t let up, he didn’t see the benefit in letting her heal him. Why go, when the two of them would go through the same motions and hit a wall. It was his defenses against hers. Buried and denied secrets were the worst of all. Neither of them of them would relent, but neither would find release. “Last time I checked you walked out on me, I think I can handle this myself.” What were a few cuts and bruises anyway? Nothing, he was convinced, was ever worse than what he had suffered decades before. Not even her minor betrayal or the pin pricks of a few old trees.
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Post by LEENA ♥ BLAKE on Mar 16, 2013 18:44:15 GMT -6
sail with me
Eyeing the man carefully, Leena stood, tired of having to look up at him. Silently, the woman brushed the dirt from her hands and backside. She watched him through her eyelashes, suddenly realizing how unpredictable he was. It was hardly a surprising revelation, but accepting the fact was like twisting her arm. To admit that there were some things she may never know about him was irritating. She swallowed and, licking her lips, hugged herself. Usually the approaching night wouldn't have chilled her, but using up her energy had left her feeling rather cold and she was unaccustomed to the feeling. Jonathan's frigid attitude didn't really help and she shivered unconsciously. Tired and cursing herself for not bringing a jacket, the nurse felt her strong composure begin to slip. She clung to it as he spoke.
"You would like that wouldn't you."
"Don't," she said immediately, squeezing her eyes shut. For all his training and dangerous methods, his words were all he needed to hurt her. He didn't need a knife or a bullet, just that damned tone was enough to bring pain. She flinched at the mention of burning him, and wondered if it would be as easy to hurt him as he did her. "How can you say something like that?" Lee replied in a small voice, trying not to imagine the flames that seemed to devour what mattered. He continued at her and she felt not the familiar burning of anger, but only the coldness of his voice. She shrunk back internally until finally, she couldn't contain herself. "Then why are you still here?" she shouted, relief of letting the words go pushing her to keep going, "You're so quick to judge me for remaining silent, but how long have you kept your past to yourself. I'd have though you of all people would know how hard it is, so forgive me for not throwing the doors wide open. Yes, you offered to tell me and yes, I ran, but being afraid of the past isn't something that should be strange to you. It's obvious because you get that same damned look that I see on myself when I remember. You're afraid. You're afraid just like I am."
She pressed a hand to her mouth after silence returned, frustration bubbling in her stomach. Lee wanted to just walk away then, but her feet remained planted where they were. Instead, more words poured out, even though she resisted these. "If you want to know so bad," she started with a flat voice, fighting tears, "She died. And it was my fault. My mother died because she didn't know about my powers. Neither of us did."
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Post by JONATHAN ♥ REINHARDT on Mar 16, 2013 21:20:17 GMT -6
In the world there were only two kinds of beings: those who bore compassion and those who truly didn’t. Dozens upon hundreds of men and women pretended they were cold, callous and cruel. The truth was far from that. There was hardly a person free form those bonds. Jonathan included, was born with the ability to love, to care and to cry when his entire family was murdered simply because of his actions. There were some of his kind, descended from the true line of angels in heaven, who didn’t feel love or compassion. Some days he wish he belonged to that breed, but no one could tell where that kind of life would have led him. In that moment, the weakness of compassion seeped into his heart and bones, softening him. The cold and bitterness fell from his eyes and a diluted form of sorrow washed over his expression. No sympathy was offered, simply because he didn’t want to offend her further if she thought he was calling her weak. Faltering from his resolve, the expression on his face softened and Jonathan closed the distance between them, retracting his wings in the process.
“I’m sorry.” She looked cold, maybe shaken by the anger and rancor that rolled off him so naturally. There was great chance that perhaps the Angel of Death was tired of being scary, tired of being angry and tired of running away from a past that wanted him to let go. “I don’t know why and I can’t tell you why it has to be you, but I don’t want to talk to anyone else. When you ran, I felt denied of any forgiveness or any possibility that these ghosts would be laid to rest.” As he spoke, he worked carefully at the buttons of his shirt. It wasn’t heavy or extremely warm, but it was thicker than most fabrics. He removed it, leaving the white shirt he wore underneath, and wrapped it around her shoulders. “You look cold. You can say no, but my house is closer than the infirmary. You can take care of the cuts if it’ll help get your mind off of things and I can maybe make you hot cup of tea, coco if you’re not a tea person.” A small apologetic, half-smile crossed his lips as he gingerly removed his hands from her shoulders.
It was immensely frustrating to know that she so easily got under his skin. One moment he was angry and the next, Jonathan was at his knees because he hurt her or pushed her to the brink of tears. It was unnerving and still it seemed she really didn’t have a clue how badly she affected him. “It’s not your fault, I know it’s going to take a lot more than that to appease you, but I’ll try.” A foreign tenderness swept into his voice. The sound was something learned from an early age. When the nightmares came and the shadows formed big scary men and tyrannous creatures, mother had come to his rescue. The sound of her voice had always been soothing to him and for the first time in his life he was able to emulate her same compassionated tone. “At least you didn’t have a conscious choice over your powers. I knew about my powers from a young age. When I was angry I could hurt people, literally cause them pain.” A disbelieving cough of a laugh left his lips as he extended the palm of his hand and stared into it.
Dropping both the gaze and his hand he shook his head. “A l0t of the children liked to pick on me because my family was different. They were quiet, kept to themselves and we carry the angelic quality so some whispered witchcraft.” The words came out slowly, but as he went it seemed easier. It was strange to look back on a life and think of it only as a story to tell. Though he knew that the closer he came to the way he lost them, the more the pain would come and wash over him. “I don’t remember how old I was, but it’s been over eighty years since the day my family was murdered in cold blood. We were accused of being witches, they tried to burn us alive and when that didn’t work they shot at us and hacked away at our wings…” The silence washed over him and he closed his eyes for a moment pushing away the thoughts of his mother screaming for them to run and the forlorn look that tore at his sister as she screamed for him to live. “It’ll be dark soon. I’ll talk if you want to listen and if you want to do the same then we can do that too, but I think we should do it somewhere warm if not my house, somewhere where you’re comfortable.”
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Post by LEENA ♥ BLAKE on Mar 17, 2013 0:38:27 GMT -6
sail with me
The change in his expression was unexpected to Leena. She had braced herself for more cold words, or perhaps even shouting. She'd never heard him raise his voice, even when she'd seen him around the school, but the thought shook her nerves. No, instead his eyes lost their coldness and he wasted no time in coming to her. She gave a small flinch when he got close, but quickly straightened, trying to maintain her defiant appearance. Well, what was left of it. His apologies and words worked at her, tempting her to lower her guard more, and she furrowed her brow, silently taking in what he had to say. Still suspicious, she narrowed her eyes as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Her posture tensed, but she remained wordless, her eyes drifting to their feet. Already exhausted and starting to get a chill, she didn't bother fighting with him about the shirt and simply let it rest on her shoulders. His hands were warm through the material, distracting her. "I'd like that," she murmured when he invited her back to his home. Lee didn't share his smile, but she did relax.
Her eyes dropped again when a strange tone came into his voice that was oddly comforting. She listened intently as his story slowly began to unravel, following his eyes and peering at his hand as he talked. The dark story washed over her as she stood numb on the spot. A million different thoughts ran through her mind, different ways to respond to him opening up, but Leena didn't choose one. Instead, she just leaned her head forward until it rested on his collarbone. Of all the comforting words she could have said, the things she could have done to let him know he was not alone, she chose to just lean on him, pulling his shirt closer around her. The right words just wouldn't form in her mind, and Lee wondered if there were actually any at the moment. "I'm sorry," the nurse said after a moment, not sure exactly what she was sorry about. It could have been for shouting, or for running away last time, or a simple statement of sympathy for tragedies of the past. She didn't bother clarifying. Instead, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his, squeezing it once before turning toward the path leading back toward the school. In the dim light, a small, faint smile of content flickered across her face.
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Post by JONATHAN ♥ REINHARDT on Mar 17, 2013 1:39:23 GMT -6
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