Who: Yukina and YOU!
When: Late Monday and on- just post in subject what day it is
Where: The train
Summary: Where Yukina reacts to Kurama being gone, people comfort her, and memories are swapped
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sad, sad times, and a crying demon.
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Let it be- )
Your sitting in a room, alone. It's a Japanese style house and the windows were covered in these charms and ice. In fact, everything was covered in ice, but it didn't bother you, since you're the one who covered everything in ice.
Someone enters the room, a man who doesn't look nice at all. He walks up to you and anger starts to overwhelm you, followed closely by fear. One of his goons grabs you and forces you to stand,and you say nothing.
"Ain't gonna cry for me, are ya? Well, we'll see 'bout that!"
The goon forces the sleeve of your kimono down to expose your arm completely. The other man, who seems to be in charge presses something against your skin. It's painful, so painful. Your skin feels like it's on fire, and you're screaming in pain, but he isn't stopping. He'll only stop for one thing and you finally give it to him. Tears fall to the ground, turning into crystals.
"Knew it'd work! Come on, this is enough, for now."
The goon throws you to the ground and the men leave the room. The memory fades away, only leaving the feeling of pain and disappointment. More of the latter than anything else.]
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... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that.
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It's alright. I am sorry you saw that.
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Here.
[He opens his palm, laying it flat on his knee.]
Touch it.
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[She stared at his hand.]
I... I couldn't do that.
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Yukina, it's only fair. And I don't mind if you see.
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[She really didn't want to, but it seemed like Riku wanted her to, so she gently placed her hand on his.]
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[He shuts his eyes, allowing the memory to be transferred.
You slip into her chamber, unnoticed. Maleficent is at the vanity, but she is not focused on her reflection in the cracked mirror - instead, her focus is on her exposed back. The headdress is on the table before her, and black hair that would usually be hidden by it cascades down her back in a dark sheet.
She pushes that hair back, and aquamarine eyes narrow a little as you catche sight of her back, sickly-green like her face. They are translucent, webbed with a membrane that looks almost wet. They are beautiful, but they are destroyed, torn and crippled beyond repair.
To destroy a fairy's wings is the utmost of sins, and you wonder what about the darkness could have been so enticing to her so she would ruin herself so much.
You are thinking about it hard, and as you think, her eyes flicker up to meet yours in the mirror. Long fingers curl around the shaft of her scepter and she fires a bolt of what might be lightning but what also might be nightmare at you. You're out of the room before it hits the wall in a cloud of granite dust.]
[ooc: I couldn't remember if we'd discussed what memory he'd give her, or if he would at all, so here you go!]
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What was that? That memory, that person?
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I... worked for her. For a while. I was fifteen then.
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