Youko is distracted every time she approaches to the fountain by the dripping deep within her head and her spirit. She remembers the ocean, at the shores of the Twelve Kingdoms, the ocean with galaxies reflected on its depths and the future, present and past reflected on its surface. Something only she could see. The sword sheathed in the broken scabbard she carries with her begins to glow and whisper cruel things, those insecurities she has bottled deep within her heart and the fears that haunt every corner of her mind.
“Why don’t give up?”
“Silly girl.”
“You’re a monster.”
“Nobody is waiting for you.”
“Why continue? Why keep trusting when you’ll be betrayed? Why live if you don’t have a goal, missy?”
“HahAHAHihhoyhahaHih…”
It’s the monkey’s voice. The one she has slain and defeated in Kou. Huh. She thinks wryly. No matter how many times she faces her inner demons, they won’t go away. Because I want to. The demon’s grating laughter vanishes and she moves to take a peek into the fountain. She knows this is
( ... )
His sister’s aspect, Delirium, is clinging about him, and through the mess of his senses, he can not properly focus on the young woman kneeling next to him. He knows she's there, and knows she is speaking to him, but her voice fades into something more resembling background noise, until the light shake of his shoulder helps anchor him in reality.
His eyes have always looked strange to mortals, since they possess no white, or iris, just an absence of color occasionally highlighted with star points. Now, however, those occasional pinpricks of light are nowhere amidst his strange eyes as they attempt to bring the young woman into focus.
...."Please.....sapphire....it's here....please" Confusion throws it’s lot in with exhaustion, and together they color his responses into becoming nonsensical. Desperately Morpheus tries to gather himself, and make an intelligent response, but it is futile. The only thing he can solidly decide to be 'her' is the bright shade of he long hair.
" I have...h-have to find it......them....His speech is
( ... )
When she notices his eyes, Youko muffles a gasp. They remind her to the Sea of Emptiness, the barrier between worlds she has crossed and couldn’t be able to swim back home. The dark, bottomless waters have countless of star and galaxies swirling in its surface and lighting the landscape. She knows this man can’t be human, but who is she to judge? She’s not human, either.
His first words surprise her more than his unusual appearance. No way… “S-Sapphire?” she asks, reaching protectively at the oversized blue jewel she hides, hung to her belt, beneath the layers of the loose shirt she wears. She hears the monkey’s voice inside her mind, his laughter echoing as a malicious warning.
“He’s a thief, missy! He wants to take the jewel when you show it to him! Leave him and run, little girl! What does it matter? You don’t know him!
Neither did Rakushun know me when he found me delirious, injured and starving under the rain on a side of a mountain road. Youko replies while the demon’s voice (her worse half voice) grows weaker. I’ll take my
( ... )
It must have been a comical sight, as the young woman propped Morpheus up, with the differences in their height. Although she was quite right; he was very thin, and not terribly difficult to lift.
There was something to be said for near unconsciousness. It dulled pain and temporarily made one forget exactly how bad a situation might be. Morpheus breathing hitched very slightly as the gem was slipped into his hand, as if he intuitively knew this object bore a superficial similarity to the gem he was looking for. The gem itself was attempting to lend him strength, and to an extent, it was helping him focus. But, it was not his sapphire, and thus no matter how much he held it, or how much strength it lent him, it could not compare.
A fair amount of time had passed before he tried cracking his eyes open to slits again. The world reeled in a blurry wash of color, predominantly red as his vision was partially obscured by her hair. Reflexively he squeezed the gem in his hand feeling warmth spread out from his fingers.
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Youko is distracted every time she approaches to the fountain by the dripping deep within her head and her spirit. She remembers the ocean, at the shores of the Twelve Kingdoms, the ocean with galaxies reflected on its depths and the future, present and past reflected on its surface. Something only she could see. The sword sheathed in the broken scabbard she carries with her begins to glow and whisper cruel things, those insecurities she has bottled deep within her heart and the fears that haunt every corner of her mind.
“Why don’t give up?”
“Silly girl.”
“You’re a monster.”
“Nobody is waiting for you.”
“Why continue? Why keep trusting when you’ll be betrayed? Why live if you don’t have a goal, missy?”
“HahAHAHihhoyhahaHih…”
It’s the monkey’s voice. The one she has slain and defeated in Kou. Huh. She thinks wryly. No matter how many times she faces her inner demons, they won’t go away. Because I want to. The demon’s grating laughter vanishes and she moves to take a peek into the fountain. She knows this is ( ... )
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He knows she's there, and knows she is speaking to him, but her voice fades into something more resembling background noise, until the light shake of his shoulder helps anchor him in reality.
His eyes have always looked strange to mortals, since they possess no white, or iris, just an absence of color occasionally highlighted with star points. Now, however, those occasional pinpricks of light are nowhere amidst his strange eyes as they attempt to bring the young woman into focus.
...."Please.....sapphire....it's here....please"
Confusion throws it’s lot in with exhaustion, and together they color his responses into becoming nonsensical.
Desperately Morpheus tries to gather himself, and make an intelligent response, but it is futile. The only thing he can solidly decide to be 'her' is the bright shade of he long hair.
" I have...h-have to find it......them....His speech is ( ... )
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His first words surprise her more than his unusual appearance. No way… “S-Sapphire?” she asks, reaching protectively at the oversized blue jewel she hides, hung to her belt, beneath the layers of the loose shirt she wears. She hears the monkey’s voice inside her mind, his laughter echoing as a malicious warning.
“He’s a thief, missy! He wants to take the jewel when you show it to him! Leave him and run, little girl! What does it matter? You don’t know him!
Neither did Rakushun know me when he found me delirious, injured and starving under the rain on a side of a mountain road. Youko replies while the demon’s voice (her worse half voice) grows weaker. I’ll take my ( ... )
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There was something to be said for near unconsciousness. It dulled pain and temporarily made one forget exactly how bad a situation might be. Morpheus breathing hitched very slightly as the gem was slipped into his hand, as if he intuitively knew this object bore a superficial similarity to the gem he was looking for.
The gem itself was attempting to lend him strength, and to an extent, it was helping him focus. But, it was not his sapphire, and thus no matter how much he held it, or how much strength it lent him, it could not compare.
A fair amount of time had passed before he tried cracking his eyes open to slits again. The world reeled in a blurry wash of color, predominantly red as his vision was partially obscured by her hair.
Reflexively he squeezed the gem in his hand feeling warmth spread out from his fingers.
" Please....inside ( ... )
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