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[LAILAH T. ALAVARA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;] ► this is the point of no return WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING Lailah wasn't used to being out in broad daylight for so long and as the sun baked down on her slender frame she remained still against her stolen horse's back, arms slung around it's broad neck and glistening coat. It was bound to happen, one of them would break, though she hadn't thought she'd be the one to crack. After weeks of spending her days alone with only her forest to keep her company enough was enough. Her kind didn't hold grudges very well and her whole being ached with the weight of it hanging over her. She missed him. Common sense told Lailah she was going to die but for a woman drawing ever closer to the unholy hills the horse's hooves beat louder than her heart. The heavy rhythm of the ground underfoot lulled her to sleep and as the final hours of her journey closed in she found herself dreaming of home, of her people and most importantly of her sister whom she'd left behind in the early hours of the morning. If only she could see her now; sitting on the beasts back one leg on each side, dress pulled up over her knees, face slick with sweat and the heavy perfume of her homeland rolling off her in waves. Hardly the grace and elegance the elves were known for. The brunette slipped down the horses back as it started uphill and subconsciously she held on tightly eyes opening to the light of twilight taking over the landscape. Was he worth this? Yes. She was brought up to be forever loyal to her friends and he was, really, regardless of what she'd said to him in the forest those moons ago. Jabbing her bare heels into the horse's side as it stalled it reluctantly took more steps toward the stone stairs set into the side of the hill. The beast wasn't happy, it's eyes wide, it's steps gingerly being took before it stopped all together and no amount of urging it to go forward made a difference. Sliding down from her perch her feet glorified at solid ground underneath them once again and her hands worked over the horse stroking it gently. Never had she seen such loyalty from an animal and it's bravery was rewarded with a kiss and a murmur of thanks before she took off toward the stairs in a sweep of blue silk. Looking one last time around the land she stepped inside engulfed by the cool, stagnant air, with little to no hope on ever seeing the light, and land, again. If Ezeal didn't act on what he'd once said one of the others would've. Elves were living, breathing creatures their blood sated a vampire's thirst just like a humans would. To them she was a snack her ties with Ezeal wouldn't have come into question. The inside of the hills were a labyrinth of passages and walkways, home to the whole vampiric race, home to things she couldn't possibly imagine. Slipping through the passages she went deeper into the hill and further away from the light. Her bare feet padded lightly on the walkways and her ears prickled with every sound; she was scared to death and with no way of getting out it was the only thing that drove her forward. She'd never find him, not here, not now. To coin a phrase she was screwed. The light emitting from the torches was minimal to say the least but she stayed close to the wall, away from the soft glow, hidden in the shadows she'd once chastised him for staying in. Slipping inside another entry she stumbled across the stone as her skirt slipped under her feet and she awkwardly went down three short steps before falling to her backside staring at the opening she'd come through. She was sure someone had been behind her, positive of it, but yet no one appeared but it was enough for her to scramble on her feet and scurry behind the only thing big enough to cover her crouched figure. The pretty brunette fumbled with her skirt to pull it over her thigh to remove the dagger strapped to it; she had no chance but she'd make sure to fight before falling regards of who or what it was; she owed her family that much at least even if she'd made a very bad decision. TAGGED • my lovely licious     WORDS • 700+     MUSIC • prince of persia OST NOTES • nothing coded by lovesolfege of ote!

[EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] I never asked you to leave me all alone woke up the moment I felt you go When you live among other dead things you become sensitive to living ones, tuned into the heart beat, the sent of life, the feel they give off. Every so often in the catacombs of the unholy hills someone brought something living in, food mostly, the blood bar kept the living on stock, the odd rat or two even would set it off. But Ezael found something much different. Ezael lost count of the days since he last saw her, it was easy in a world where time meant little to you. But he knew it probably felt much longer for Dom since he had to put up with it. Her Lailah, he was sure of it, he knew her feel he could pick her out of a crowd with ease. Maybe it was because she had an effect on him, he never killed her when they first met, and he continued to see her, and the day he fucked up and she banished him from the forest he grew upset, one would say broken hearted. Could it be love he felt for the elf, was he capable of love, he knew other vampires were, but him, one who only knew of the love siblings had, the love for a pet. Maybe his heart was as dead as he thought it was. But why was she here, why would Lailah be here among his kind, the kind who took life away, why wasn’t she in the safety of her forest, her trees, her god. Ezael followed her, he wasn’t sure how to approach her, what would he say, how would she react. A frown came to his face, she seemed frightened, her heart was beating faster, pumping the blood though her quicker. Did she know she was being followed or what ti just the paranoia of being a lamb in a dean of lions. It was pure luck though, how he found her in the maze that the vampires lived in, and it was luck that it was only him had it been someone else she would be screwed, if it was Dom, she would be dead. Even when mopping around you had to get out, let the cat go feed, go feed your self, blood was more an addiction then needed, the warmth the taste and the killing that came with it, all of it an addiction. Blood was the elixir of life, a reason vampire needed it, the only thing that kept dead things alive other wise you were as useful as a corps, much like the father of all vampires stuck in his stone. Ezael moments ago left the blood bar, off to see if he could find his cat, instead found he, and now followed her, stalking, it was a habit, and last time he checked he was not friends with her. The elf had no idea where she was going as he watched her slip into a another walk way and he slowly followed after. Blue eyes adjusted easy to the dark as both moved away from the torches that lit up the way. He heard it, heard her stumble and fall. He stopped waited, he heard her move once more. She was still alive, good, he moved now, into the entrance and slowly walked down the steps. He kicked at a rock and watched it bounce down a few steps. “Lailah, why did you come here?” He could not help it, it in a way was taunting as he stepped down on the last step as he spoke. Maybe he should have spoken sooner let her know he was there until the last moment as he chose, he had no idea his little life loving Elf was armed. ( Seeing In Monochrome )

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[LAILAH T. ALAVARA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;] ► this is the point of no return WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING Lailah held the dagger in her hand as she dropped her knees to the stone floor, crouching even lower as if in prayer, "Xymore, keep me safe in your shadow, give me the knowledge to find my way out, cover me so I can find my way home" it was a rarity for her to openly speak in prayer never mind request something in them and as her words came out in a hurried whisper nothing else seemed to matter much. The darkened room was cooler than it had been in the tunnel due to a lack of torches burning but it did nothing to calm her nerves or her frightened heart. Looking around the rock again she breathed a small sigh falling forward to press her brow against the rock. What had her mother last said to her? Her sister? She couldn't recall anything. Closing her eyes she focused on home. Her tiny house nestled high above the ground in a tree that nobody else had wanted, the thin, white material swaying in and out of the window frames in the morning, the wind chimes hanging in the middle breaking the silence at night, the fresh scene of the bark her walls were made from. How she wished she was back home, away from the cold stone, the smell of dampness, and the never ending silence. The silence soon was broken and over her soft breathing came his voice slow like a train, sharp like a razor, shattering her thoughts. Lailah had the choice to keep quiet or speak up clearly she'd underestimated his abilities when it came to sniffing her out. Rubbing her thumb over the dagger's handle she silently went over her options further. She could've stayed quiet, hoped he thought that she'd found a way out, and left to try finding her again where she'd grab her senses and make a run for it quite possibly running into another vampire and finding herself a meal for the evening, option two went along the same lines the only difference being she found her way out and made a break for it, option three was suck it up, stand up, and do what she originally came there to do. She went with option three. Never the coward and in the very least if he did kill her she'd have said her peace and could enter the afterlife with no unfinished business. A clean slate and an unburdened soul. "you left me no choice; you never come back" she kept herself behind the rock, hand tightening on the hilt seeing it as if he never intended to cause her harm he'd have spoken sooner not when she was trapped in a room. Her fear rolled off her in waves, the pounding on her heart deafening in her ears, "so I came to you." Standing slowly she pointed the dagger at him like it was a foot long weapon of mass annihilation, both hands clasping it for security, eyes trained on his shadowy frame as she skirted around to show herself. It was ironic really that for every moment of trust shown in the past she was now overwriting it with how guarded she was acting, for every slither of warmth was a new coldness; she stood before him fully prepared with every single wall up. No smile was given; he'd lurked, he stalked her and for all she knew he was intending on taking her down like the many he'd hinted on before "I waited for you, thinking you'd be arrogant enough not to listen, but you never came back. You hurt me and yet you stayed away" she didn't know why but the overwhelming need to lash out and slap him filled her yet she didn't satisfy her violent urge but the tone was there sharpening every word that came out of her mouth. There had never been space for lies between them and even now truth tumbled freely from her lips as it always had done "I wanted my friend to come back so we could forget the words we said" a friend she still had at knife point, a friend that could've disregarded her words and gone for the jugular, a friend at that very moment scared her half to death. Friendship had a whole new meaning it seemed for Lailah and Ezeal. The elf shifted again lowering the blade, chancing her luck, "but I think I've made a mistake coming here." TAGGED • my lovely licious     WORDS • 700+     MUSIC • nothing NOTES • nothing coded by lovesolfege of ote!

[EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] I never asked you to leave me all alone woke up the moment I felt you go Praying, you didn’t hear much of that in these halls, Ezael him self prayed to no god, they were just like every one else in this world just with more power. And from what he knew, and the evidence in the room across from him told him all he needed to know when it came to gods. What use was it anyway, they didn’t care about them, they were just ants ready to be crushed beneath their feet. No matter how much someone prayed it did no good, people were still starving, there was still war and death and it never gave him a mother or father. Sure long ago Ezael wasn’t as cold as he was now, there was hope, he was almost human when he was that small young vampire years ago. When Dominus and him self sat in that room learning how to survive on their own, those little questions that probably annoyed his older sibling now that he thought of it. There was no motherly hugs, fatherly advice, just Dominus and what ever little pet Ezael could find that filled that little void for the short time they lived. Dominus was all he had, and Ezael was all that Dominus had, family, brothers. Ezael cursed at him self for the moping he put the other though, the short temper and the fights. But why was this elf so important to him, why didn’t he just kill her when they first met, what was it that she did that stopped him. The vampire listened, much like a cat would when hunting. His eyes fell to the rock, she has to be there. He could smell the fear, he could hear her heart beat. He licked his lips a little out of habit as she talked. Blue eyes watched her move from the rock, a dagger in her hand. So it seemed that this was what it came too, least she didn’t wander into the lions den with out some kind of weapon. He frowned a little turning his face from her and glancing up at the entrance. As she began to talk once more he looked back at her, his eyes still the soft blue they were not changing to the blood thirsty red meaning he was ready for a fight. It was strange to see no smile on her lips, to see her here in the cold underground instead of the forest. To be among the dead things instead of the living. His eyes fell to the blade as it was lowered and he chanced a step closer to her. “It might have been a mistake to come here, but you are lucky I was the one who found you and not Dominus.” He made a small face of dislike when he thought of what Dom would do to her. His voice became a little bitter. “You made it clear I was not wanted, so I stayed in a place I was.” The anger made his blood boil a little the blue hues of his eyes starting to speckle with red but he took a deep breath to calm down. “We should have never have become friends.” He leaned on the wall some. “should have never spoken, should never have crossed paths, because no good can come from it.” Blue eyes fell off her and to the ground. “I don’t know what happened that day, but it should have never happened, nothing should draw a lamb like you into this place, full of nasty little creatures who want to see blood spilled.” His was true for the most part, Ezael was unsure of what he wanted at this point in time. “Flowers don’t grow in a place like this, you only see the roots of the dead trees, no sunlight, only night and a moon, can you really stay in a place like this?” The Vampire took his eyes off the ground and looked to her pushing him self off the wall and walking towards her. “Your Thatulo doesn’t bother with my kind, you know who does Auridia, Keggor, Shagh, Modeus.” He continued to move forward with every word but walked right past her and into the vault, into the room where the first of their kind lay frozen in time. “What lies in the end is not some legacy, family and children, no, a story untold, a box not filled and a pile of ash left to blow away in the end.” He stopped just past the entrance turning to face her, he was hoping his words were enough to drive her back home, to the safety of her forest and family to forget of him and live her life. ( Seeing In Monochrome )

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[LAILAH T. ALAVARA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;] ► this is the point of no return WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING His first words said it all; his 'might' might as well have been a yes, confirming that her being there was a mistake and her heart sank in her chest. Ignorance would've been bliss but instead she paid him the attention she'd always given him. Dominus was completely different to his brother; cold, merciless and void of remorse for whatever he did and he was right. She was incredibly lucky he had found her and not his brother. Holding back the urge to point out anyone else but him finding her would've been unlucky she nodded her head a little. She opened her mouth to interject "I..you...I took you literally; you provoked me to say it" he had, really, by mentioning throwing her down on the grass the rest probably wouldn't have phased her but then again if she hadn't of said the words she had and planted the thoughts in his mind in the first place it wouldn't have happened. hindsight was a great thing just not when it hit you that you could've prevented a certain series of events from happening. She scowled at him before his next words came out in a flourish; words that might as well have been a blow to the chest for the flurry of emotions it brought with it. "all things come to an end, even if you don’t want it" she paused, quoting a line he once used on her, unable to stop the tears slipping down her face. She'd come so far for nothing, nothing save for wounds that cut deep "then you should've killed me there and then" she glared through her tears at him in the darkness "the only nasty little creature is you." Part of her wondered whether he was enjoying it, the rest of her remained numb and unresponsive under the ache she felt. Lailah wasn't used to it, not with just her sister around, she spent her days happy and carefree. Realising what she said the raised the blade back up again just in case "nasty, heartless soulless fiend. You deserve to spend every waking moment in the dark away from people because you just don't feel anything. I never understood why they said it" He might not have known what he wanted but she did and it was to have never met him, to have never gone there, to have avoided feeling the way she was. Caught between heartache and raging anger completely dominating her fear she blinked another silent tear from her eyes. She hurt so much more now than she ever had and while she might have regretted her words in the forest she certainly didn't now as she accused him. Her chest heaved against her snug bodice as her anguish rushed through her veins "don't liken me to a flower, pretty, I'm a thousand times more resilient than that" those heavy lidded eyes stayed on him, watching every step he took toward her "why would he? You have no respect for life. You either kill or crush someone..that's all your kind do. Stomp around, not looking, just killing. Everywhere you go you cause suffering. You deserve the Gods that keep you" she could've moved, shied away from him, lashed out but she didn't she just stayed rooted to the spot her exit free to go through and yet she carried on listening. Her eyes cut to his direction as he spoke of legacy, of fate, and her words came tumbling out expressing her confusion "for you? Or for me?" Quite frankly by the looks of things she'd meet her maker well and truly before he did. With nothing shy of a paring knife to protect herself with and no fixed awareness of how to get out Dominus might have still found her or worse yet someone who she didn't know. A nameless face in an underground hell it wouldn't have been like she hadn't deserved it; her bitterness and cruel words were enough. Elves were kind people and she'd been anything but "we came from nothing, we go back to nothing...what have we got to lose?" she shook her head "nothing" the irony was stunning. Lailah took a step forward, frowning at herself "I'd have stayed, Ezeal, left the trees, the flowers, I'd have left the sun to give you the company you once wanted" better to give his question an answer than leave it unsaid "home is where you lay your head at night" weary and worn down the elf had no more insults to dish out in fact she had nothing at all not even a reason to stick around. Watching where her feet stepped she climbed up the short stairs not wanting to take a second trip down the stairs. Now all she had to do was get out. TAGGED • licious     WORDS • 700+     MUSIC • under a paper moon NOTES • nothing coded by lovesolfege of ote!

[EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] I never asked you to leave me all alone woke up the moment I felt you go So this is where their little relationship brought them, the vault of the vampire, teetering on shaky grown with what may happen. There might not be a happily ever after for these two. Ezael thought it was best that they never saw each other again, but he also didn’t want that to happen, he did miss her, he kept thinking of her. But seeing her again, here of all places made him think, could he really keep her here, did he have the right to take her form her forest, from her family and friends for his own selfish needs. Ezael may be cruel to many people but he did see right from wrong, he seen how people got hurt with love, Dominus was an example. “Maybe I did. But you so easily said it.” A small little smile came to his lips when she said that line to him, the line he said to her. It was all very bittersweet, the words, her tears, the small amount of amusement that he felt at her cleverness. “I should have, I could have, but I didn’t, I did something much worse.” The smile disappeared from his lips as quickly as it came. “Maybe I am, and hopefully you never face someone worse then me.” Ezael let her say he cruel words, coming from anyone else he would not take it, but from her he would, she let him say his only fair to let her do the same. He frowned a little, that was untrue, he did feel things “I do feel…” He trailed off a little as he spoke unsure of what to say next, how to explain why he said that, how to explain how he felt at this very moment. “You might be, but this is still no place for you.” Blue eyes cased down to the ground once more as if the earth would know what to say to her. Pain was easy to deal with when it was physical, but this pain was new to him, even worse then before. “Then why be friends with someone like me?” Pain lead to anger and he lasted out at her. “You knew what my kind was, why even think I would be different?” Even though he was angry he kept his voice calm level but his eyes changed slightly showing the anger there. Ezael watched her, take that step up towards the entrance, into the unknown and the creatures that lurked there. He frowned a little and moved, using the speed his race had to get in front of her. He reached out and reached out to touch her face gently. “I don’t hate you, it’s the opposite, you don’t belong here, that maybe why I didn’t kill you before, because it was the life in you, that’s why you should not make friends with me, why this should be our last meting, because I only destroy life, I will destroy the life in you, and you deserve better then that.” He dropped his hand and stepped out of the way, he was being much more gentle then he had before. “Until we reach nothing, least one of us should live.” It might have been an admission of guilt, his way of saying sorry for his actions before now. ( Seeing In Monochrome )

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[LAILAH T. ALAVARA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;] ► this is the point of no return WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING He spoke. God knows she never expected him to take it and remain silent but a small part of her tired self hoped he wouldn't. Being so angry was ever so tiring; how ever did the dwarfs deal with such fiery passion coursing through them? Lailah winced "words slide over the tongue and through lips when they're so liberally greased, Ezeal" she wasn't going to say sorry for it. She had to agree. Death took moments, pain was much more lasting as she'd found out. The elf wouldn't correct him; he was right to a certain degree. Her lips pulled tight "no need to hope, Vampire, my realm harbors no one as cold as you" she paused, scowling at the very thought "it must be such a burden to hold as soul as icy as yours. Be that as it may I will pray to the Gods that you never feel as I do now" all the while she spoke she twisted the ring on her finger and only at the moment did she look down at it as it slipped over her knuckle. He spoke again and she listened unable to answer him for a short while "because I don't listen. I've never listened. I gave you the benefit of the doubt because I don't listen to what everyone says. They know of nothing outside of the trees. Minds and opinions stuck from centuries long since past handed down from generation to generation. You acted differently. I should've felt threatened and yet all I felt was a need to reach out to you, to show you, make you learn" he might have kept his voice calm but hers wasn't as she explained. Frowning, completely, exasperated "I still don't. What did I tell you? Martyrdom tsk!" she took her final step and found her exit blocked yet again by his willowy frame. If she hadn't been miffed before she certainly was now and, standing perfectly still, she made her feeling known with a huff and a stance that her sister would've been proud of; she was famous for her prancing. His eyes were back to that same old blood stained sapphire when she'd hit a nerve and inwardly it gave her jolts of satisfaction. While it wasn't the same emotion she was feeling it was still something; hadn't that been what she was after? A show of feelings? Maybe but this had nothing to do with lessons learned. She, small insignificant Lailah, had sufficiently irritated him enough to get a rise out of him that he couldn't hide. Fairs fair. He'd got her angry, made her cry, made her lace every word of her own making with bitterness and spite. Green eyes watched him, flicking over his own in the poor lighting "mutual hate would make this so much easier perhaps, as we're giving each other advice on what the other should do, perhaps you should adapt to hatred rather than concern" it wasn't even concern just his opinion. She snarled lightly, hand already going up to bat his off her face but he'd already dropped it "you have no idea what I deserve and what I do not especially since you're too blind to see what you yourself do instead you'd rather be alone. Perhaps that's best for you, maybe that's the way it's supposed to be; just you, your brother and your forsaken cat" she glanced to him as he stepped aside and brought her hand up to rest on his shoulder. Lailah frowned "may you find peace and guidance, Ezeal, I won't return here; you have my word" her hand slipped off his shoulder shortly after her lips moved from his cheek. Her words rehearsed, empty sounding and above all else blunt. Funny, really, how a customary greeting turned into a farewell. Bitterness and speculation wasn't any way to end something, her mother had taught her that, and even ones most hated enemy deserved a farewell of softly spoken kindness but even with that in mind her words didn't hold a single merit of care or warmth. Taking his hand she turned it around and placed the ring in his palm "I no longer have incentive to leave Aherdaur" closing his fingers she held his fist in both hands "you deserve so much more than solitude" sadness washed over her words as she moved away from him to glance behind her "namaarie, mellonamin" the elf dipped her head slightly, grim expression painting her features, as she lifted a torch from it's holder fixed to the wall. The closer she got to the entrance the stronger the breeze would be and thus, the flame would sway to it, reaching toward the evening wind showing her the way to go. TAGGED • licious     WORDS • 700+     MUSIC • under a paper moon NOTES • nothing coded by lovesolfege of ote!