get me through this {nightmare} :: argos, day 4
Oct 21, 2012 10:59:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2012 10:59:30 GMT -5
KIERA NIAMH DEMPSEY
holy water cannot help you now
see, i’ve had to burn your kingdom down
and no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
i’m gonna raise the stakes
i’m gonna smoke you out
She dreams of blood and tears.
Kiera has never truly been plagued by nightmares before but knows their effects (she remembers nights in her not-so-distant past when Kaelen would wake up screaming, fighting frantically against his sheets like they were demons come to drag him down to the pits of Hell itself), knows how fear will turn the most sturdy hearts to a fleeting rabbit’s drumbeat and cycle pure ice through the veins. That’s how she knows she’s dreaming. In her waking hours, she has never been so afraid. That unseen force that plagued her cousin in the dead of night years ago now pulls screams past her own lips in the world of the waking, rending her throat raw as the world dissolves into carnage and wreckage over which she has no control. Usually when Kiera dreams of destruction, it is with a smile on her face, but it’s different now that the destruction she dreams of is her own.
While the nightmares of many are filled with dark shadows and stormy skies, hers is full of sunlight and something that feels deceptively like contentment. They had made camp in the gardens just before sundown and the sweet scent of them spins even into Kiera’s subconscious, mixing with the dapples sunshine through the leaves and painting a fragrant collage across her skin. Peri and Aria are somewhere out of sight and out of mind but Wednesdae sits right beside her, their backs propped against one of the strange trees heavy with golden apples overhead.
“You’re beautiful, you know,” he says, the work-worn texture of his hand tangling up with hers feeling almost too real to be a hallucination. Kiera grins in response, tugging him closer until their lips meet. He smiles against her mouth and it’s one of those smiles, the ones he thinks no one will see but are really impossible to overlook because they light up the sky, and something in her soul brightens and swells beneath her skin until it feels strangely like pain…
Or maybe that’s the knife in her chest.
Wednesdae’s smile turns feral as her blood paints his skin and the ground, yanking the blade cruelly from between her ribs and sending a trail of red spattering everywhere. Kiera wheezes painfully and he laughs, an unspoken cruelty in his eyes that says I was only waiting, darling. Waiting for you to trust me, waiting for you to give me what I wanted. This has been a long time coming. And in a bright metallic flash the blade descends again, and again, and again, a blur of pain and his laughter as crimson regret and betrayal spreads into a pool that looks cruelly, ironically heart-shaped.
Kiera jerks into semi-consciousness with an earsplitting shriek, immediately launching into a panic at the sensation of an arm slung around her waist, legs tangled up with her own, immobilizing her, making her vulnerable. Screaming like a jungle cat, she flails violently against the unseen hold, grasping frantically for her sword and clambering up into a standing position, eyes darting back and forth in a saucer-wide panic. The sun has barely broken the horizon and yet everything looks strange, sinister, cast into deceptive shadows. But there. Curled up in their cloak-bed, blinking bleary eyes at her in confusion, is the traitor. Seething, Kiera hefts her sword up in an accusing point.
”I trusted you!” she screams, liquid fire lapping at the backs of her eyes that she steadfastly blinks away – now is not the time to break any more promises she made to Kaelen, who obviously knew what he was talking about when he warned her not to get attached. She’d been warned, she’d been warned a million times and she still hadn’t listened, and as her mind travels frantically back to yesterday, back to rushing water and bruising lips and wandering hands, Kiera feels her stomach twist. As a being of inherent purity, she has never felt so filthy in her life. And whose fault is that? The blame lies with the one who betrayed her trust, there is no doubt. Trying to cleanse the invisible stain that sits on her skin, Kiera lunges forward with a strangled sob-shout. “I fucking trusted you!”
He ripped out her heart and stomped on it. The least she can do is return the favor.[dice=4]
{Kiera attacks Wednesdae Drummond (NOPE NOPE NOPE) with her Xiphos}
[dice=200+1000]
{Stabbed in Chest -- 9.5 Damage}
seven devils all around you[/size][/justify][rand=890561472148148533004274622620611943384391427136524720518441782535]
seven devils in your house
see, i was dead when i woke up this morning
i’ll be dead before the day is done
before the day is done