the lonely [open]

[EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD]

though half of me is gone, the lonesome part is left,

[atrb=style, border-top: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; width: 450px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1zfkf3b.png); text-align: justify; padding: 5px;][atrb=border,0,true] Love stories there have been many over the years, the ones that catch the most attention, en up being the favourite among men are the stories of star crossed lovers. Two children who fall in love but are from different social classes, a princess and her knight, a girl and a boy falling madly in love but their families re in feud, or they are of two different species an elf and her vampire. The sad thing about stories about star crossed lovers is not many end up with a happily ever after at the end of their tale. Somewhere long those written lines something happens, in this tale, it was the Vampire, even when his heart said no he pushed her away, the reasons may have been selfish, they have maybe been selfless, but things were said, feelings were hurt and he watched her walk away for the last time. Or so we think, their tale is not quite over, two beings of a never ending life still have a chance to fix things, re-write their end and get that happily ever after they were promised all those years ago. So here we sit, in a dirty bar, sapphire hue eyes watching the humans walk by, he was but a wolf in sheep’s clothing at this time. Vala, a cross road town, torn between two queens fighting over who is right and who is wrong causing a war and bringing who ever they can into it. Humans were easier to b round then his kind, they were less noisy and scared easy with a hiss and a flash of fang. Vampires could be annoying, some with their little gifts, when they get into your head and poke around. This is why he was here, with the mortals blissfully living in their ignorance. As Ezael sat there people watching he glanced to the ring he had in his hand. She gave it to him, the magpie like elf who liked shiny buttons and took things gave something away. He rolled the jade ring between his fingers forgetting the humans around him. Remembering that day he found her in the last place he ever thought he would see her. Ezael placed the ring on his finger looking at the stone. The deep green just reminded him of her, the forest he met her in, it made him regret the words he said to her, he missed her, and he began to wonder if she missed him. Who in their right mind would miss him, other then his twin he left be for the night to go off and stalk his little human. A little smile cameo the painted lips of the vampire, funny wasn’t it, both of them after something so very alive. Dom though, would kill that little human, corrupt her and make her his, but Ezael was unsure about that, would corrupting Lailah change who she is, change that something in her that he liked. The smile turned quickly into a frown. He mocked her on the things he liked to her, he didn’t blame her for leaving like she did. Leaving was probably for the best, he might not have been able to control him self much longer around her, one day he didn’t feed and it would all have been over. Ezael stood from his seat pushing it in and leaving the small pub to stalk the streets hopping to find something to distract his mind from Lailah. words: 581 tags: open notes: music: credits: rinne of ote, dredg

i cannot find the other half.

[DOMINUS ALISTAIR NORWOOD]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #791414 8px solid; border-right: #791414 8px solid; background: #141414; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] left me with these broken lies SHED THOSE FADED MEMORIES THIS IS YOUR CURTAIN CALL I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF SYMPATHY IT’S TIME TO WATCH YOU FALL ALL THE SAME IN LOVE AND WAR --------------------------------------------------------------------- A rebel without a cause - that was Dominus. A soul that enjoyed nothing more than causing a riot wherever he went but with absolutely no reason for doing so other than he could and nobody would challenge him for doing so. Not even his twin brother. He'd lost count of how many years they'd lived after hitting the two hundred mark simply because there wasn't much point for another hundred years. The older you were the more respect you earned and the more respect you had the more people left you be to your own devices. Outwardly Dominus looked like a fresh faced twenty something and that something appealed to many women and men alike and it was something he thanked the Gods for on a daily basis. He'd drink to the brink, fuck until someone broke and nothing was ever enough to satisfy his needs so he continued without shame or thought for those around him and that, my friends, was exactly what he was doing at that very moment. Stumbling out of a tavern doorway trying to hold on to a girl that couldn't have been much older than seventeen he dipped his head down to lick along the curve of her throat only to pop his head back up with a grin firmly plastered on his face. Nothing could ever compensate for the love he'd lost but living in such a way certainly blocked out the onslaught of memories he faced from the moment he woke up to the seconds before he finally shut off when the sun rose; not that he even slept. God no! Not only had he been damned to stay in his youthful body but they'd saw fit to make him into a machine. No sleep, no rest, nothing just constant talking, thinking, moving. Never to slow down, never to stop. Guiding her into the nearest alley he wasn't the least bit careful when it came to shoving her up against a wall. If he broke something it was her own doing for being so delicate, if he bruised her what did it matter? She'd be dead once he'd had his fill but, he had to give it to her, she'd be a stunning corpse to find in the morning. Thick brunette locks, curvy frame that his hands went over and long legs that wrapped so easily around his waist; it was her own fault for looking so delicious. One hand on her thigh, the other holding her in such away as to stop her looking him in the eye she was far too busy clawing at his back and moaning to even see his teeth or feel them sinking through the pale flesh of her throat. Dominus would've been able to smell his brother a mile off if he hadn't have been so distracted. Stepping away from the wall his companion dropped like a stone in a well with a dead thud. She wasn't as pretty now she was silent, still and turning colder as the seconds ticked by. With his forehead creased he sorted himself out, scowling even more as he finished doing up his belt buckle. Tugging his jacket away from her he strutted back down the alley into the clear street eyes darting back and forth before taking off as he lazily slipped his leather jacket back on "Ezael" he couldn't have hidden the grin on his face even if he tried. His newest kill was too fresh in his mind not to gloat over. Catching him up was easy enough but one look of his brother's face told the story he'd had to live with. He'd told him to keep away from them, told him again to keep away from her, and did he listen? No, did he hell. Slapping his brother on the back as he slowed down to a very casual walk "the night is young, there's beauties to be had, and you have a face on you like Rasha's punched you."

[EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD]

though half of me is gone, the lonesome part is left,

[atrb=style, border-top: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; width: 450px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1zfkf3b.png); text-align: justify; padding: 5px;][atrb=border,0,true] It was late but humans were still about,many drunk staggering from one place to another yelling vulgarer remarks to women they passed, bumping into others as they walk and yelling at them as if they were not at fault. Whore calling out to Ezael as he passed. Sapphire eyes turned to them, oh if they knew their fate when they called the wrong person over, how they think they will get their nights pay but really their night would just end. Ezael knew he was not the only vampire here in Vala, and those women would meet the same end as their mother had many years ago. Dominus, Ezael knew that smell all to well, he knew it as well as he knew his own, and hers. In away it was fitting that he would run into his twin here for Vala only offered up too trusting humans who made a nice meal in the end. Women were easy drawn in by the loos the twins shared, a place Dominus could have his fill of sex, blood and death that distracted him from those feeling and thoughts of along dead woman. Ezael really should have listened, it happened before, if only he had learned from his twins mistake. Sapphire eyes glanced towards the direction Dominus came the blood still fresh on him among other scents. He didn't flinch as the hand came to his face but he did wrinkle his nose some, both from the smell and the greeting. Apparently he was not hiding it as well as he should, or maybe because it was his brother and he could read him so easily. “Yes the night is young.” He wasn't going to comment on the other comment what was he going to say, just spill his guts right then and there no. “A beauty does sound good.” And it did, he had not fed yet and maybe it would take his mid off things for a bit. “How has your night been brother?” Was that what he was destine to do bury his feeling with sex, blood and death, go down the same path as Dom, though it did appeal to him. It was how his life was before the blonde elf. Ezael missed his life before feelings, he was much more carefree, women when he wanted, feeding not only to satisfy the hunger but just because killing them gave you a whole different feeling of power. When you didn't care who they were or what their future could have been he would just sink his teeth in and feel their heart slow to a stop. It was time to become the monster he told her he was, for Ezael was the sum of his influences. words: 460 tags: Brother dearest notes: short music: last friday night has been playing in my head credits: rinne of ote, dredg

i cannot find the other half.

[DOMINUS ALISTAIR NORWOOD]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #791414 8px solid; border-right: #791414 8px solid; background: #141414; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] left me with these broken lies SHED THOSE FADED MEMORIES THIS IS YOUR CURTAIN CALL I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF SYMPATHY IT’S TIME TO WATCH YOU FALL ALL THE SAME IN LOVE AND WAR --------------------------------------------------------------------- That was the beauty of living with someone for centuries; he could read him like an open book. From a simple tone of voice to the look on his face all were as well known to him as the words he spoke to converse. Being just the two of them Dominus didn't really have anyone else to pay attention to and vampires weren't known to have a vast range of emotions or, if they did, they didn't show it. Ezael was no different. He kept himself to himself much like his brother and there wasn't much time or call for a heart-to-heart but times were changing and Dominus could feel something brewing in the not-so-distant future. Dropping his hands down and putting them in his pockets he kept his pace with one of his own. He flashed a toothy smile still looking pleased with himself and smugness laced every sound "satisfying" he left it at that. Ezael would've known exactly what a satisfying night would've entailed without his brother telling him every second of it. Had they been any different he was sure they'd have probably told each other in an effort to out do the other but while that might have stood way back when the world was simple there really wasn't much point doing it now. They'd always been sort curious; a nameless father, a whore for a mother and an old stone faced Madam acting as a guardian and while Dominus owed her his life - or the life he had before being turned - he wasn't grateful. Sure enough she could've turned them away and cast them into the streets but all she ever provided was a roof over their heads and a barrage of men to learn life's most important lessons from - was it really a surprise that Dominus lead such a gutsy lifestyle now? The irony of it all was the fact that his brother thought Dominus was here purely because the women were easy to grab and go. While that part was true - as shameful as it was too put it so bluntly - what Ezael didn't know was the fact that thirty or forty yards away from the town wall sat a small house on a patch of land that housed a legacy of longing. The Doppelganger slept soundly that night something she hadn't done for weeks completely oblivious to the fact that centuries before Dominus' former girlfriend was gearing up for the town's annual summer solstice party instead she got him crawling to her door covered in muck and blood. Most of his human life was forgotten or he'd blocked it out yet everything to do with her remained scorched on the inside of his skull. She'd branded him in every way possible and subconsciously he clung to it. His fingertips rubbed against the scrap of material in his pocket further proof that his oath was turning into an obsession "then there's no reason for you not to join me in a drink" azure eyes twinkled in the night and the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk as he spoke. Someone once said “we are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell” and it seemed fitting for the pair. They had the ability to shut it all off and yet both in measures didn't and let feelings and thoughts linger. Ezael had his own preference for dealing with things and Dominus clearly had his own but there was only so much time one could spend living behind a facade before the facade became a way of life. He didn't want that and he certainly didn't want to forget her. He'd been making plans for a while to introduce himself into her life but knowing how to do it was puzzling. Perhaps it was worth asking? He wasn't sure.

[EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD]

though half of me is gone, the lonesome part is left,

[atrb=style, border-top: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; width: 450px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1zfkf3b.png); text-align: justify; padding: 5px;][atrb=border,0,true] “Satisfying, well at least one of us is having a good night.” Ezael spoke a little lost in his own head making his words distant to his brother. It was true. Ezael smelt the fun his brother had, sex blood and death it was really all one needed for a good night. It had been a long time since Ezael indulged in that sort of fun, ever since meeting Lailah, when feeding was just feeding, to make sure that he didn't give in to the edger to kill her, when mortals no longer had their same sexual appeal they once did, unless they were short and blonde. Yes, she had become an obsession, and then she became so much more. Who would have thought a woman would end up turning his world upside down like she did. There was no happy ever after in these stories, Dominus let his love go, and Ezael had to do the same. Lailah is young, why should he take her away from a life that she has yet to fully experience. Take her away from her parents, her sister, growing wise and beyond that of mortals, to have children and create a legacy of her own instead of taking his up. Lailah might have said she would join him, live in the darkness, but she would miss her home, miss the life, and Ezael was unsure he could handle taking the life from her, afraid of what she might become if he changed her into his own kind. And if they tried keeping her alive, it was the fear of how long it took before he became weak and attacked her. Becoming a vampire means something chances you lose that little part of you that separates the living from the dead, a bit of their innocence, would he still love her with out it. Monsters only get a happy ever after with other monsters. There was no reason,no reason at all, no direction to go, he was lost. She had for a short time given him a reason, but now what was his reason, and where was he going to find his new one. Most of his life most living and undead his reason for anything his direction was simply because he could. Now he was older, so old that the years passed to quickly that keeping track of them was useless, he was old enough to know the reason just because he could was not enough. “No reason at all.” He muttered his tone was distant. “Dominus, things are changing are they not? What is it that we do now?” Ezael felt it as well, things were going to change, for the both of them. Ezael was unsure if he was strong enough for it. Had he gotten too old that he could not handle change? words: 472 tags: Brother dearest notes: sorry if its crap music: none credits: rinne of ote, dredg

i cannot find the other half.

[DOMINUS ALISTAIR NORWOOD]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #791414 8px solid; border-right: #791414 8px solid; background: #141414; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] left me with these broken lies SHED THOSE FADED MEMORIES THIS IS YOUR CURTAIN CALL I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF SYMPATHY IT’S TIME TO WATCH YOU FALL ALL THE SAME IN LOVE AND WAR --------------------------------------------------------------------- Dominus shrugged "one of us would rather not dwell on things that can't be changed" he cut his eyes to his brother trying to be as careful as possible with his words but everything that came out of his mouth was sharp and callous a hard knock life had made it so and no amount of tenderness would change that even if his words weren't necessarily true. Dominus did dwell on the past, he lived his life dwelling on it, and while he was perfectly happy in doing so he didn't want the same fate for his brother. With a gruff sounding sigh he expanded his blunt remark "let it go, Ezael, the price she'd pay is just as high as the one you would; why pay when you have more for free?" He didn't expect his brother to take it to heart but it was, in the very least, said as food for thought. There was absolutely no way of preventing blood lust and as sure of he was of his brother's control blood lust took the reigns when it set in; his brother's elf would be dead and watching him without her now, with her a few miles away, was bad enough he didn't dare think about what he'd be like if she was gone permanently. Dominus wasn't entirely sure a vampire could grieve after everyone they knew from their human life were dead because after that they changed completely - with no ties left it let certain things grow and feelings were shut away forever. Ezael was different enough; the pair were the quiet, brooding types, and seldom exchanged or took part in gratuitous conversations anyway but now he was silent, distant and seemingly always caught up in his own thoughts for his brother this was unnerving not only because he wasn't used to it but because he himself knew what it was like to give in to thoughts. Naturally, he might have been wrong but it seemed more likely than just coincidence. Muling over his words he frowned; while there many women none of them really stuck when you had one specific one in mind. You subconsciously aimed for something close even if they weren't what you wanted but could disregard it for a short while. He knew nothing of Ezael's newest preference and if he did he'd have been too horrified to think on it much. Twins in looks and DNA both seemed to show certain obsessive traits that mirrored the other. It was eerie, yes, but really it showed just how distant the pair were. Ezael barely talked about her and Dominus kept his human and her family to himself; perhaps if they opened up a little more they could've worked it out - two heads were better than one, right? And yet Dominus' had his opinion and he'd bet his soul on Ezael having his and both would disagree. His fingers brushed against the material again and he swore to himself that he'd get rid of it as soon as he could without being spotted but deep down that scrap as glued to him, welded against the inside of his ribcage to cushion a heart that did not beat. He nodded once "things always change" he spoke only to acknowledge his brother's words but his answer took some chewing. He could've quite easily played wooden and told him he didn't know but a liar could spot a lie and he'd have been caught out. Pressing his lips together he shrugged again "we decide if we change with it or stay out of it" he couldn't answer it extensively because he didn't know what to say or advise. He had his own choice; to stay hidden away or to step out of the shadows as it were and make himself known. Life was easier than this from what he could remember and death was so much harder. Vampires didn't have the option of forgetting like humans did and any choice they made was their's to think over for eternally. He looked to his side again "and know that the other will stand beside us in whatever decision we make."

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[EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD]

though half of me is gone, the lonesome part is left,

[atrb=style, border-top: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; width: 450px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1zfkf3b.png); text-align: justify; padding: 5px;][atrb=border,0,true] A sigh came from the twin as he looked over at his brother, “Yes well some of us have the privilege of time.” a small frown came to the pierced lip that mirrored Dominus. I had only happened a few days ago, seeing her walk up those stairs and disappear into the light of the hall way. Even if Dominus's words sounded crule he had been around long enough that at times he didn't mean to sound so rude, Ezael had the same habit. Kinds words didn't come out so easy. Seemed the older you grow the colder you got. “For free, nothing is free, someone ends up paying. So Dominus how many does it take,to just let it go?” The price was high, he understood it, but it still hurt,he still wished things were different, he wish he said kinder things to her. But Dominus was right, he could not change the past. He wondered though how often Dominus wanted to change things, keep his human from long go. But wishing never got you any where, just left you in your own head. Ezael knew he became quite too quite, but he was upset with himself, upset with the gods, it seemed like an all to cruel joke to be playing. So here Ezael was walking down muddy streets with his twin, it was time, time to talk things out, he could not keep them to himself. Lailah said she was close to her sister, maybe it helped make things better, and out of everyone he knew Dominus was the only one he trusted fully. Though centuries and hardship they were always there for each other, maybe it was time to trust each other with matters of the heart. The first step, it felt like a leap, “I tried, to stay away,to start to forget, but she came to me, just a few days ago.” He pulled his hand from his pocket to tuck the long hair back. “The vault of all places, she said she would have stayed.”Out of the whole conversation, it was that one sentence that bothered him the most. Dreaming about what would have be, what he probably would have done, and the pain that just those thoughts caused. It might be out of character him sharing these things, but how he was different around her, he was different around Dominus, less walls up, more willing to talk. Dominus had his fabric and Ezael now had the ring, objects to remind them of what they were in the end. The only ay Ezael was going to get rid of the ring was only if he gave it back to her or she left this world. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, it was what he needed to hear, to know even if the world changed the bond between brothers would not break. “Always will Dominus.” He glanced over at him, his mood lifting a little. words: 495 tags: Brother dearest notes: much better music: none credits: rinne of ote, dredg

i cannot find the other half.

[DOMINUS ALISTAIR NORWOOD]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #791414 8px solid; border-right: #791414 8px solid; background: #141414; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] left me with these broken lies SHED THOSE FADED MEMORIES THIS IS YOUR CURTAIN CALL I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF SYMPATHY IT’S TIME TO WATCH YOU FALL ALL THE SAME IN LOVE AND WAR --------------------------------------------------------------------- The vampire scoffed bitterly at his twin's words "and yet some of us see it not as a privilege more of a curse how ironic the world works, no?" He would never forgive the Gods for the fate they gave to him or his brother and for as long as he lived he'd constantly feel scorned. His chin tilted, his lips ready to defy his brother's question and yet the truth soon came out "there isn't enough in the world" he spoke unashamed and fairly indifferent to it all. Indifferent because it was his brother, unashamed because he wouldn't have changed it if he had the chance to. He wouldn't speak again until his brother did instead he kept his head tilted, his face stony and his lips sealed. Silence was golden and it was better to remain closed off than to let someone in even if that person was flesh and blood. Ezael knew of his brother's love, for the passion he felt as a human toward her, and it seemed to be an unwritten rule between the two never to bring it up until it was completely necessary. Evidently now was the time to and it served as the first blow against the thickest of walls that Dominus had built up around himself. Being a cynical bastard came naturally to Dominus and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't prevent the look that went across his features. It was awkward, at best, and one of those moments that could easily go wrong just by the use of a wrong phrase or poor wording. Clearing his throat he tried to look as biase as possible to his brother's words but he sounded doubtful; who in their right mind would willingly stay with a vampire? Closed off, shut away from the light - even Dominus knew that wasn't right nor was it healthy but then again none of it really was. After a moment or two he spoke up, "and you believed her?" Nobody would ever be that selfless for their kind hell people had a hard enough time accommodating them in the most light of situations why would someone give it all up? Knowing the elves especially made this revelation hard to swallow; they were nature loving, they basked in sunlight, and most importantly they shied away from violence whereas vampires were the complete opposite. It seemed contrived to him but he'd always had a suspicious mind. Believing everyone to be as false as he was he hadn't had much of an example. He lived with crooks, thieves and liars each one shadier than the last. Perhaps she could've been a spy? Sent from Dora's domain to snare someone of the opposing side? Not that the twins picked a side, of course, both remained on the fence and would be for as long as possible. Neither one favoured one Queen over the other and their loyalty stayed close to home with each other but what if the elf or white queen got it wrong? Maybe he was just too old, too cautious of people, or maybe just maybe he was wrong all together and their was no ulterior motive at all and it was simply one silly little elf who, foolishly, thought of his brother differently than the rest of the world did. Did it matter? If one were to have asked several weeks ago Dominus would've replied with a very sharp 'no' but it wasn't so easily disregarded now. Looking up at him he studied him before questioning him "and would you have let her knowing what you do now?" His brow quirked a little though disguised by his messy hair. The words even though they formed in his mouth and rolled off his tongue sounded foreign when he thought about it. There were always going to be certain subjects the pair felt weren't the ours business and this was one of them albeit partly. Love was a no-go, don't even bother bringing it up area and Dominus wasn't exactly one anyone in their right mind would go to for advice and yet he sensed that his brother was seeking something and while it might not have been advice it was definitely going to be replies or open thoughts. True enough that no matter what his brother did Dom would stand beside him but he'd never give his approval likewise he didn't expect his brother to give his own either. He nodded at his confirmation and his mouth twitched a little at the thought; while they weren't fortunate in life, in death they still had each other and that, for the time being, would be something long lasting. He licked his lower lip, his meal still there lingering faintly in the cold plushy flesh, but it did nothing for making his question any easier to say "women are not so easily forgotten in life or in death, Ezael, the Gods made it so."

[EZAEL SILVIUS NORWOOD]

though half of me is gone, the lonesome part is left,

[atrb=style, border-top: #202020 10px solid; border-bottom: #202020 10px solid; width: 450px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1zfkf3b.png); text-align: justify; padding: 5px;][atrb=border,0,true] Dominus' actions and his words did not comfort him, it unsettled him, “so time does not heal all wounds.” His own words as bitter as his brothers. There was no hope it seemed, least not for those damned. What would the point of living be, even if that living was done by the undead, to have the ability to love, and unless you destroy the one you do love, changing them into a twisted version of what they once were,but to never have their love. Death, it was a consent, no one escaped it, when it came to your turn, you just accept it. Knowing this, knowing that things died, that you did bring this death at times, that losing someone you love became hard, something one did not easily accept. With being a vampire there was always that fear that one would let the demon take over, forget the sanity and let the instincts take over that even with an immortal creature death was still there, lurking in the shadows. As the look came to Dominus' face he knew things were not going to be easy. Ezael was never an optimistic person, even when his heart beat, his up bring made sure of that. The world was just one big half empty cup. “I don't know, a part wanted to, but another part new better, but it still bothers me, she said it with such truthfulness.” Lairs, they always assumed people lied, and for the most part it was true, so when the truth is thrown at them, it blind sides you. She never lied to him before, never once had a reason too, she was so very open that it scared him, he never knew how open he could be to her. He didn't know how open he could be to Dominus. It just didn't make sense, she loved that forest, she loved her god. Foolish young elf, so easy to say you would give up things until you had too. The question was a hard one to answer. If he did let her stay, let her leave all she loved to stay with him, would he ever let her go? Would he ever let her return to her world? He was selfish at best when it came to things that were his, just like his cat that he turned so the damned thing would not die on him. Would he turn her for the same reason, so that she would never leave him? What would she think of him if he did? “I don't know.” Was his answer. Ezael had issues to work out, most of them steaming to his mother and the lack of love he got from her, making him clingy in a way. He knew Dominus would never leave, and if he did, it would never be forever, and this was proven over the years. “If I did, I wold never let her go, but you probably already knew that.” Again Dominus confirmed what he feared. He was at a loss of what to say, on some level he did not want to accept this truth. He hated this feeling that he was some kind of puppet for the gods amusement, to be given things he could not have. “Then there must be something we can do to lessen the pain.” words: 556 tags: Brother dearest notes: much better music: none credits: rinne of ote, dredg

i cannot find the other half.

[DOMINUS ALISTAIR NORWOOD]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #791414 8px solid; border-right: #791414 8px solid; background: #141414; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] left me with these broken lies SHED THOSE FADED MEMORIES THIS IS YOUR CURTAIN CALL I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF SYMPATHY IT’S TIME TO WATCH YOU FALL ALL THE SAME IN LOVE AND WAR --------------------------------------------------------------------- Dominus shook his head "time just makes it fester like an old wound" his bitterness wasn't any sweeter despite knowing that what he was saying wasn't helping his brother in the slightest. Looking down he kicked at a rock and watched it bounce and skid across the mucky ground he walked on "I still love her as much - if not more- as I did then. Time changes nothing just gives you more time to think" keeping his eyes away from his brother he settled on looking straight ahead away from eyes that could suss him out in an instant. He wasn't ashamed, not in the least, but confirming what his brother probably already thought was no doubt the first step in the twelve step plan of opening up and letting him in "think over choices; what you've said or didn't say, what you did or didn't do, what was, might have been or is now. Time is your tormenter and you are it's prisoner for as long as it deems necessary." Shrugging his shoulders he pulled his hand free of his pocket letting the material caught between his ring and middle finger flutter in the evening breeze. Closing his fist around his keepsake his next words rolled off his tongue easier "women lie, they make you think they're being honest but they lie just as well - if not better - than we do and we believe them. Why? Because since the dawn of time we've had it bred into us that women are innocent, truthful beings incapable of deceit. Few make it known while the others prefer to act as if they're above it" Dominus didn't trust women simply because the one woman he had put his trust into was dead leaving behind a race of manipulative she-demons. Looking to his brother again he back tracked just as quickly "though it's been said elves don't have a tongue sharp enough or a mind cunning enough to craft such tales" honestly, he didn't know. Elves might have been just as capable of lying as any other race but they'd forever been known as the noble ones, as pure as the morning dew, with no part of them able to carry around the poison that lies were too often murmured with then again vampires were rumoured to be void of the necessary part of them that made them able to love and yet there stood two examples who - whether they liked it or not- proved it wrong. The words 'I don't know' were better sounding than a 'no' or, God forbid, 'yes' if time taught them anything it was that they had plenty of it and everything was worth thinking over. With age came a level of respect for taking time to think over something and give it proper thought. The rogue nodded solemnly "isn't that the point? To find someone and to never let them go?" His brow quirked toward the heavens. Perhaps - given the nature of his wording - it served as a trap for his brother but it was a trap Dominus wasn't too keen to hear the snap of. It was fair enough to say would but could was a different story; the elf had said she would've left it all, his brother had said he wouldn't have let her go but when it came down to it could either of them act of what they'd said? “then there must be something we can do to lessen the pain.” Dominus chuckled dryly "we self medicate with sin and laugh at the consequences we shall never face for doing them" ah to be unholy, to be damned, to forever face a life without death at the end, to never be judged for the decisions they made or the acts they commited. While there didn't seem to be a good side to their eternal life there was comfort in that and it birthed a live life with no regrets policy. Kicking at another rock he opened his mouth to speak again and yet closed it quickly in hesitation "nobody is going to judge you, Ezael, what have you got left to lose when death has taken everything else away from you?" He paused, thinking over his own words; neither had anything left to lose knowing that the other would still be there regardless "you have to do what you want to do..what you feel is right."