An honourable battle I say!
Prompt: Jogging and laughter.
Community: None. Just for a word battle
Title: These things of mine
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood
Authors Note: I kind of, sort of, like this. Might continue with it some day. Someday. I only had an hour to do this so please don't mind the terrible spelling. I tired to stick with what I knew how to spell.
A young woman running up that hill that most people would think she was crazy was slightly crazy. Her blonde hair was tied up, the sweat was rolling down her making her look like a vampire out a terrible teenage vampire novel and her eyes were closed in pain.
It was at this point in our story that she collapses and isn’t ever found.
-Six years later-
Dichromatic eyes open to the sound of a body following against the ground.
‘It seems that she is up to it again.’ He gets up and forcefully opens up her door to find, that woman, blonde and vampire glistening sweat on the floor again, blood coming out of her mouth. He moves slowly, acting as if this has happened before.
In fact, it happens most mornings and for the first few years it freaked him out.
Not that he would admit that it still freaks him out.
“Woman.” She doesn’t respond. Annoyed her walks over to her and stands over him, poking her slightly. She doesn’t move and her breathing is haggard.
“At least she’s breathing.” He mumbles, getting up and walking away. He decides he is hungry and she probably is too.
“You’re not even worried anymore are you?” She states, coughing out some more blood and wiping her mouth, “I could’ve died that time you know.”
He laughs.
“You can’t even use that as a threat anymore.” She sighs and gets up.
“I know. Still, its annoying that I can’t. I don’t even know what I am.” Sighing again she pulled up a seat. His home was homey, nice and small. There was three bedrooms, one of which he occupied and one which she occupied. The third occupant had yet to open his door. Besides the rooms, the living/dining area was furnished with red oak. The TV was huge and had a nice huge couch to go with it.
Her grey eyes rolled around as the third person woke up but rolling onto the floor and swearing loudly. The dichromatic man let out a laugh.
To her it sounded magical, but she snorted. It would never work. Right? Right.
“Oi, what’s for breakfast bro?” The third occupant yawned and his black hair fell down to his mid-back. His dichromatic eyes were different then his brothers, as his were green and blue while his brothers were brown and red.
“Nothing for you. Make your own damn breakfast.” He grumbled, flicking his short croppy black hair out of his face.
“You do realize that both of you are late for work right?” Both dichromatic men stop and check the clock. The blonde female steals the butter toast from the shorthaired man.
“ALICE! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US EARLIER!?” She grinned and bit happily into the toast. Both men dashed back into their rooms and promptly got dress and booked it out of the house. Neither of them got breakfast.
Alice sighed to herself.
“Guess I better start cleaning up that blood.” She coughed up more blood and frowned at her hands.
“For someone who cannot die, it sure seems like I will.”
- Four years previous-
He had just been looking for his brother after all, his brother had spare rooms right? Who knows maybe some hot chick could rent it from them and he could get hot and busy with her.
‘Ha! Like Simon would allow something like that…’ He thought to himself, adjusting the bag on his shoulder, ignoring the strange looks he received from the people around him. Who cares if it was raining and he didn’t have an umbrella. After all, he was a rain god.
Therefore he didn’t get wet. He grinned as a he heard a little boy point him out to his mother.
“Mum, mum! That man he has pointed ears and isn’t getting wet! Mummy look!” He decided she would have been hotter without a kid. She silenced him and pointed out that in fact he was getting wet.
‘Silly humans, well adult humans, they can’t even see me for what I am. What fools.’ He pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket. There he reads an address. And then he looks up at the building he was currently standing in front of. A grin appears on his face.
“Looks like I found it.” He went up to the door and knocked on it. Who answered the door was not who he was expecting.
“Hello?” Answered Alice, looking confused at the man whose grin turned feral. Simon popped his head into view.
“Alice why do you have- Oh. It’s you. What do you want Lucas?” It’s at this point that Lucas started to laugh.
After all, who knew that his brother finally hit it big?
- Eight years later-
She was running again, but this time it was for the live she built, the life she loved and them people she loved. More specifically, the god of clouds who took pity on her that day so long ago and gave her something to live for -him.
“Please! Madam Sky don’t leave me! Don’t leave HIM!” She yelled, coughing and hacking the blood coming form her mouth more freely then it ever has.
Her voice falls on deaf ears as the gods rise up, and bowing the Queen Mother, who in turn glares at the small voice daring to interrupt her returning her sons their powers that were taken away from them for a punishment they did not deserve.
Lucas looked sadly at the ground but when his powers returned, full sadness over took him and the skies cracked in half letting all the water of the gods fall to the Earth, raining for months even though they had been only open for a few moments. Simon stared not at his mother, who once she gave back his power expected a hug. He was staring at the human who had captured his heart and ensnared his soul.
Her blonde hair, wet and dyed with blood, the grey eyes expressing more sorrow then he even know how to understand, her beautiful tan face covered in scars ad smeared with the blood that she coughed up running here, to the base of the Godly realm.
She looked up at him, his once dichromatic eyes, returned to their proper red, his short croppy hair no longer looked like a mess, and his face, the usual frown and the silent laugher in his eyes was gone. Gone and dead, just like the human form he had thrown away to get back what was his.
And give up what she wanted to be so badly. His.
It broken his heart when she realized that now there was nothing she could do. She wailed and sobbed for days, even though no time had pasted at all. Simon, giving into his grief allowed the skied to remain open, allowing his brothers’ anger and pain to wash away the world he was once proud to live in.
His mother watched the scene. He happiness went away when she realized her sons were in the greatest of pain.
“Simon.” He looked to her, his eyes completely devoid of all emotion, and nodded.
“yes mother?” His voice once proud not quiet and meek.
“Go get her.” No sooner had she spoken but the joy lit up his face and he ran to her, laughing and grinning the whole way.
She too looked up and started to run. Laughing and grinning the whole way.
Community: None. Just for a word battle
Title: These things of mine
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood
Authors Note: I kind of, sort of, like this. Might continue with it some day. Someday. I only had an hour to do this so please don't mind the terrible spelling. I tired to stick with what I knew how to spell.
A young woman running up that hill that most people would think she was crazy was slightly crazy. Her blonde hair was tied up, the sweat was rolling down her making her look like a vampire out a terrible teenage vampire novel and her eyes were closed in pain.
It was at this point in our story that she collapses and isn’t ever found.
-Six years later-
Dichromatic eyes open to the sound of a body following against the ground.
‘It seems that she is up to it again.’ He gets up and forcefully opens up her door to find, that woman, blonde and vampire glistening sweat on the floor again, blood coming out of her mouth. He moves slowly, acting as if this has happened before.
In fact, it happens most mornings and for the first few years it freaked him out.
Not that he would admit that it still freaks him out.
“Woman.” She doesn’t respond. Annoyed her walks over to her and stands over him, poking her slightly. She doesn’t move and her breathing is haggard.
“At least she’s breathing.” He mumbles, getting up and walking away. He decides he is hungry and she probably is too.
“You’re not even worried anymore are you?” She states, coughing out some more blood and wiping her mouth, “I could’ve died that time you know.”
He laughs.
“You can’t even use that as a threat anymore.” She sighs and gets up.
“I know. Still, its annoying that I can’t. I don’t even know what I am.” Sighing again she pulled up a seat. His home was homey, nice and small. There was three bedrooms, one of which he occupied and one which she occupied. The third occupant had yet to open his door. Besides the rooms, the living/dining area was furnished with red oak. The TV was huge and had a nice huge couch to go with it.
Her grey eyes rolled around as the third person woke up but rolling onto the floor and swearing loudly. The dichromatic man let out a laugh.
To her it sounded magical, but she snorted. It would never work. Right? Right.
“Oi, what’s for breakfast bro?” The third occupant yawned and his black hair fell down to his mid-back. His dichromatic eyes were different then his brothers, as his were green and blue while his brothers were brown and red.
“Nothing for you. Make your own damn breakfast.” He grumbled, flicking his short croppy black hair out of his face.
“You do realize that both of you are late for work right?” Both dichromatic men stop and check the clock. The blonde female steals the butter toast from the shorthaired man.
“ALICE! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US EARLIER!?” She grinned and bit happily into the toast. Both men dashed back into their rooms and promptly got dress and booked it out of the house. Neither of them got breakfast.
Alice sighed to herself.
“Guess I better start cleaning up that blood.” She coughed up more blood and frowned at her hands.
“For someone who cannot die, it sure seems like I will.”
- Four years previous-
He had just been looking for his brother after all, his brother had spare rooms right? Who knows maybe some hot chick could rent it from them and he could get hot and busy with her.
‘Ha! Like Simon would allow something like that…’ He thought to himself, adjusting the bag on his shoulder, ignoring the strange looks he received from the people around him. Who cares if it was raining and he didn’t have an umbrella. After all, he was a rain god.
Therefore he didn’t get wet. He grinned as a he heard a little boy point him out to his mother.
“Mum, mum! That man he has pointed ears and isn’t getting wet! Mummy look!” He decided she would have been hotter without a kid. She silenced him and pointed out that in fact he was getting wet.
‘Silly humans, well adult humans, they can’t even see me for what I am. What fools.’ He pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket. There he reads an address. And then he looks up at the building he was currently standing in front of. A grin appears on his face.
“Looks like I found it.” He went up to the door and knocked on it. Who answered the door was not who he was expecting.
“Hello?” Answered Alice, looking confused at the man whose grin turned feral. Simon popped his head into view.
“Alice why do you have- Oh. It’s you. What do you want Lucas?” It’s at this point that Lucas started to laugh.
After all, who knew that his brother finally hit it big?
- Eight years later-
She was running again, but this time it was for the live she built, the life she loved and them people she loved. More specifically, the god of clouds who took pity on her that day so long ago and gave her something to live for -him.
“Please! Madam Sky don’t leave me! Don’t leave HIM!” She yelled, coughing and hacking the blood coming form her mouth more freely then it ever has.
Her voice falls on deaf ears as the gods rise up, and bowing the Queen Mother, who in turn glares at the small voice daring to interrupt her returning her sons their powers that were taken away from them for a punishment they did not deserve.
Lucas looked sadly at the ground but when his powers returned, full sadness over took him and the skies cracked in half letting all the water of the gods fall to the Earth, raining for months even though they had been only open for a few moments. Simon stared not at his mother, who once she gave back his power expected a hug. He was staring at the human who had captured his heart and ensnared his soul.
Her blonde hair, wet and dyed with blood, the grey eyes expressing more sorrow then he even know how to understand, her beautiful tan face covered in scars ad smeared with the blood that she coughed up running here, to the base of the Godly realm.
She looked up at him, his once dichromatic eyes, returned to their proper red, his short croppy hair no longer looked like a mess, and his face, the usual frown and the silent laugher in his eyes was gone. Gone and dead, just like the human form he had thrown away to get back what was his.
And give up what she wanted to be so badly. His.
It broken his heart when she realized that now there was nothing she could do. She wailed and sobbed for days, even though no time had pasted at all. Simon, giving into his grief allowed the skied to remain open, allowing his brothers’ anger and pain to wash away the world he was once proud to live in.
His mother watched the scene. He happiness went away when she realized her sons were in the greatest of pain.
“Simon.” He looked to her, his eyes completely devoid of all emotion, and nodded.
“yes mother?” His voice once proud not quiet and meek.
“Go get her.” No sooner had she spoken but the joy lit up his face and he ran to her, laughing and grinning the whole way.
She too looked up and started to run. Laughing and grinning the whole way.