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Darklis Tinka (mindblowing) wrote in light_of_may,
@ 2011-06-18 01:48:00

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2009-08-17, darklis, rina

Endless remains of fading dreams, lies stranded with the past
Who: Darklis & Rina (NPC'd Trouble)
Where: Darklis' home
When: Afternoon

The paintbrush had been sat upon its stand beside the easel for an hour without Darklis' fingers so much as twitching to reach for it. Usually, she took this as a good sign. It was generally considered some kind of proof that whatever she was working on could not be added to. But her usual subject matter came directly from her own mind, or else she was recreating was she had wrought in the minds of others. This was someone else's memory, thus something else entirely. And there was another kind of weight to it – she wasn't going to even try and pretend that there wasn't. Darklis never wanted anyone's approval for her work and she didn't exactly want it now. What she did want was to know whether or not she had done something totally unspeakable in stepping into Rina's dream. Her gut told her she had. Which was why that portrait had remained unfinished, with her hovering over it as though it might actually have been the last thing she ever painted. Well, hey, it was nicer than the rest of my work. Nicer, if possibly not at all accurate because she had filled in the details missing from her own memory with touches of Rina's own features – he was her brother, it had made sense at the time. She's going to hate it, Darklis concluded as she gently pulled the portrait of Neil down from where it had been patiently waiting. She's going to hate it and then she is going to hate me. Because the only thing that bothered the Azraelan more than not being able to get the portrait at all right for her cousin was the fact that Rina had said nothing about her dreamwalking. To her that was no longer just a metaphorical elephant in the room. It was a metaphorical hierarchy of elephant-sized Azraelans and all of them were her elders. Which, okay, was an analogy that might not make a huge amount of sense outside of her race or house, but it was damn accurate. Nudging the door to her studio open, she peered around the corner and followed her senses. What were fangs for if not for biting potential bullets? She was totally remembering that line and using it in a school paper or something.

“Ew, daylight.” Well, if the accidental crash of the back door didn't announce her entrance into the rather badly kept garden, that did. Just because she was awake all hours of the day and night, it did not mean she was out during them. Today being a remarkably blue day for Darklis meant she looked a little like Alice in Wonderland whilst indoors, but outdoors... Suffice to say that this particular shade of blue did little for the distinct lack of colour in her face and made her look even more like an animated corpse. Aware she was probably emanating some degree of anxiety – how much she couldn't be sure, since it wasn't an emotion she dealt with on a personal basis – she kept the canvas facing her, fingers curling around the frame. That, at least, stopped any retarded hand gestures. “I need to invest in shades I actually look good in before I go near school... So have you eaten yet?” No, she hadn't forgotten Rina was an empath too. But both of those were completely valid points of discussion.

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_breakmyself
2011-06-18 02:17 am UTC (link)

Rina had not been avoiding her cousin no matter what Trouble claimed. She had simply been busy doing everything else. Anything else, really. It was not avoidance so much as not wanting to be in the same room with her for a prolonged period of time because she was unsure of what she should say to her. I know that you were in my dreams when I wished that you wouldn't be and you know that I didn't want you there yet you went anyway. She could not appreciate that. But since Darklis never slept it could be a little difficult to hide from her. Today she had taken to the slightly wild garden, complete with a hat to keep the sun off of her too-fair skin. Getting burned would not feel nice even if she could just go and heal it right after. It was the principle of the matter that said she did not want to look bright red for any length of time.

'I like her.' Trouble was enjoying herself; off chasing butterflies. 'I don't think you should be mad.'

"I'm not mad, Trouble," Rina corrected, picking off a dead leaf. "I'm just bothered."

'Same thing.'

"No it's really-" Her voice cut off at the sound of the door opening and she turned her head slightly to find Darklis coming out. Looking rather blue. In the color sense, not the feeling sense, though in that one she felt rather anxious. Blinking, Rina took in what it was that Darklis was carrying with her - a decent sized canvas. She wondered what might be on the other side but, thankfully, she was no telepath who could just pick thoughts out. Only emotions. "Shades? I thought those were for windows..." A confused frown knitted her brows together. "And I ate yesterday. I have yet to get around to it today. You must have if you have come outside. Or you need to drink some fae blood. I wouldn't have you getting ill or weak on me." Tugging at the brim of her heat she nodded at what Darklis carried. "What do you have there?"

Trouble, meanwhile, came prancing out from behind a bush with a butterfly displayed proudly in her mouth. 'Caught it!' It was practically the size of her face but somehow she found her way over to Darklis to drop it on her foot. 'Next time I'll get a bird.'

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mindblowing
2011-06-18 03:16 am UTC (link)

“Shades,” Darklis repeated, concerned for a moment that she might have been speaking Norwegian. Realisation kicked her in the ass, though, and if she could have blushed she would have done. The lingo of the ages was fun, she thought, but completely confusing to someone when theirs apparently hadn't changed since they're left earth. “I meant sunglasses. I have a whole load of pairs, but fashion never sleeps.” Later she was going to kick herself really, really hard for finding that funny. Right now? Her weight had swung onto one hip as her head tilted in a display of clear teenage disapproval. Sometimes Darklis hated that she'd stopped aging at that point. “Yesterday? Rina, that's not enough.” She didn't mean to speak over her cousin, but she was concerned. It wasn't enough for her and she was dead. “I have my fae every day, the fridge is fully stocked– We're not out of human food, are we?” Oh god, please let that not be the reason Rina hadn't eaten yet. Not only would that be just the tiniest bit embarrassing, but that kind of neglect was totally unforgivable. “Huh?” She was asking about the canvas. Darklis heard her hands creak on the frame a little before she realised she really needed to not squeeze it like that.

Thoughts like that were distracting her from the way her stomach seemed to have tightened. Good. She didn't like that feeling. A moment ago she would have said it was new, but it was. It was very old. There should have been a hammering heartbeat to accompany it. Okay, so hammering was too strong a word, but with the current lack of one (and in the face of answering Rina's question) it was the most appropriate one she could think of. “Those are ninja skills,” she informed Trouble. “But it would be awesome if you could avoid taking dead birds inside the house.” A pause while she considered her own diet. “Or at least not upstairs.” She wasn't all that bothered by dead animals, but there were hygiene risks attached and Rina was the one who'd bear the brunt of it. “I painted it for you, but, uh – but it's all wrong, so... And I shouldn't have,” she stumbled through her answer, holding the canvas out, face down. “It's okay if you don't like it. And I get it if you're mad. I just...” The end of that sentence escaped her. Escaped her in the sense that she knew exactly what it was, she just didn't wish to voice it. If she could recreate even in part just one of Rina's happier memories... She bit the inside of her cheek, fang drawing blood. It was a stupid idea.