shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-07 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, crossover: d.gray-man/immortal regis, pairing: rinali/serin |
Immortal Regis/D.Grayman
Title: Escapee
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: Immortal Regis/D.Grayman
Pairing/characters: Serin/Rinali
Rating: PG13/R
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Rinali and Serin: "Go on, make yourself comfortable."
She smelled like dark musk and spices over the heavy copper scent of blood, and she didn't limp or flinch as she entered the rooms, long dark hair falling behind her as the broad two headed blade misted into darkness. The marks on her cheeks stood out starkly; Rinali closed the door behind them, leaned against the wall, and itched to Invoke. The girl standing in the center of the room, tense and poised, was so dangerous she could feel the Dark Boots crawling on her skin, an Exorcist's well honed instincts hissing in the back of her head.
After a long moment she managed to clear her throat and say, quietly, "make yourself comfortable."
The air felt tense, hot and still. She got a long, consideringly hooded stare from the other girl’s big dark eyes, but after a moment she sat on a low couch, dropping down with a fluid grace that betrayed her inhumanity and crossing one leg over the other.
“Is this the Order’s hospitality?” The man behind her demanded, round and sharp and indignant. Serin—he called her ‘mistress’, Rinali was unsurpised—kept her level black stare on Rinali’s. The exorcist would lay solid money she knew exactly what the Black Order—and the church—thought of a professed demon, and what they likely planned to do despite the need for her aid.
But she was utterly unconcerned. Rinali’s skin crawled.
The soft flush of crimson light encroached on the deep bruise-blue night sky, and Rinali watched it through glass, looking away from their guests eyes. She still felt a little unsteady on her legs, and she walked carefully over the stones to the window.
“It’s beautiful.” Serin said unexpectedly. Her eyes glimmered with color, reflecting the dawn, when Rinali looked back at her in surprise.
“Yes,” she said after a moment, “it is.”
“Like someone being—reborn.” Serin began, then lapsed into silence. Rinali thought that the other girl seemed to be talking to herself. After another moment Serin gave her a hard, disconcerting stare. “Did they tell you to keep me from leaving the room?”
“Yes.” Rinali said calmly.
With no discernible change in expression, Serin said, “I see.” And went back to watching the sun rise.
“And do you intend to?” Rinali asked, also looking out the glass.
She froze when warm brushed her back and Serin murmured, in a black-velvet voice laden with cold threat, “if I thought you were a part of the Church’s Black Order, you would be dead.” Activate! Rinali thought, but the subtle black hum of Serin’s weapon was back, and too close. She’d seen how fast the other girl could move. “But—you are not. And you have offered me hospitality of a sort.”
Rinali swallowed hard and lifted her chin, fists clenching. Serin was close, her breath ghosting over her ear, the soft curves of her body—swell of breasts and warm thighs and the hard plane of her stomach—pressed against Rinali’s back.
“It would be remiss of me to repay you with death.” Serin concluded calmly, and then she must have hit Rinali, a hard and precise blow, and she crumpled into unconsciousness.
Later, she would likely be punished for not fighting back, not struggling hard enough. The demon girl had torn through the Church administrators and inspectors like a murderous whirlwind.
Somewhere inside her heart was cold satisfaction, and the knowledge that she would never have helped them imprison someone else like they’d done to her.