► private log (closed)
WHO: Nise [amisadventure], Kairi [renouncing], Riku [duskbreaker], Sora [megahappyme], Namine [herdevotion], Larsa [solidor_heir], Batman [darkknightfall], anyone else closely familiar with them.
WHAT: Trying to stop Nise from taking Namine and Kairi, following after the scent of blood straight into the jungle.
WHERE: Nise's, Sora's, and Namine's house.
WHEN: after this and this.
It was getting so hard to control, so hard to restrain himself, so hard to just stop himself from running out the door and deep deep deep into the jungle following the scent and giving in, wanting to drink it up like a man lost in the desert and desperate for water. If he could cup the scent in his hands, and smell it like he could swallow water, he would be intoxicated, poisoned with the hopes and delusions of power and granduer.
It was before he could even come to his coherent senses that Nise started pacing around their house, eyes dark and a finger nervously twirling a lock of his hair. His feet found the front door of their house before he knew it, and was leading him... to Kairi. His sudden interest in her had raised his accuteness levels-and he could smell her. She smelled like light. And warmth, and the ocean breeze and girly things. She smelled a lot like Namine, but there was differences, how Namine smelled like paper and crayon-wax and paints and that stinging-clean smell of the Castle.
Honestly, he didn't even know where Riku's house was. But he could find it; by looking for Kairi's scent, and Riku's.
It wasn't surprising how Real Thing's scent made his nose wrinkle and mouth frown. He smelled so much richer, and the lingering breath of darkness was there, too.
Darkness. Power. How he missed being filled with it.
Would the calling give him that? The powers that he lacked in this world-to become better than Real Thing, better than a replica, and stronger?
He hoped so.
WHAT: Trying to stop Nise from taking Namine and Kairi, following after the scent of blood straight into the jungle.
WHERE: Nise's, Sora's, and Namine's house.
WHEN: after this and this.
It was getting so hard to control, so hard to restrain himself, so hard to just stop himself from running out the door and deep deep deep into the jungle following the scent and giving in, wanting to drink it up like a man lost in the desert and desperate for water. If he could cup the scent in his hands, and smell it like he could swallow water, he would be intoxicated, poisoned with the hopes and delusions of power and granduer.
It was before he could even come to his coherent senses that Nise started pacing around their house, eyes dark and a finger nervously twirling a lock of his hair. His feet found the front door of their house before he knew it, and was leading him... to Kairi. His sudden interest in her had raised his accuteness levels-and he could smell her. She smelled like light. And warmth, and the ocean breeze and girly things. She smelled a lot like Namine, but there was differences, how Namine smelled like paper and crayon-wax and paints and that stinging-clean smell of the Castle.
Honestly, he didn't even know where Riku's house was. But he could find it; by looking for Kairi's scent, and Riku's.
It wasn't surprising how Real Thing's scent made his nose wrinkle and mouth frown. He smelled so much richer, and the lingering breath of darkness was there, too.
Darkness. Power. How he missed being filled with it.
Would the calling give him that? The powers that he lacked in this world-to become better than Real Thing, better than a replica, and stronger?
He hoped so.