Adrian Marius (venetianblinds) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-03-16 11:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | astarte, caim/adrian marius |
Who Caim and Star
When The night after Caim threatened Star and Asmo after the whole unicorn incident and Caim went running to Abel
Where About a block down the road from Abel's place, on a bench
What Star and Caim start to understand one another better when it comes to Evron
Warnings Language TBD
CaimsQuill: Caim had spent the better half of the night and morning getting torn apart bodily by his new vampiric lover and spent most of the day sleeping, regenerating in the chill of his undead arms and staying right where he liked to be, away from the entire world. Eventually he got up enough strength to check on the outside world via laptop though and ended up in an online chat with Andy that got him so riled up he would have normally been raging his wrath on mankind to shake it out of his system. Alas, he was far too exhausted for that and the most this maniac managed was to post a song full of teenage rage and threaten a King and Princess like the true lunatic that he is. He'd been lying out his wazoo all day long via text messeges as Mammon never let him rest with random texts all day long asking how his hunt was going. Caim kept up his lies, like a boss, so that Mammon wouldn't come check on him, and only do what he'd really wanted from him and that was fuck with Asmo since he was too tired to do it himself. But, he never really got that rest his tired body wanted with all of Mammon's texting. It was a be careful what you wish for, you just might get it situation. But, eventually nightfall came and he padded wobbly kneed like a new born fawn to the kitchen and clumped some of the Italian dinner Abel prepared for him the night before into a tupperware bowl and grabbed a fork. He peeked out the window and saw an owl. His body was still pretty weak but he couldn't help it, he opened the door and wanted to follow the owl. He only made it about a block from Abel's and he had to sit down on a bench before he fell over and making it to the bench was really pushing it. But, once he sat down he had half a mind to call Abel on his cell to come out and just carry him back inside when he got taken in by the night sky. Caim loved beauty like that. He called the owl in it's own language and it came by his side and sat on his shoulder. So that's how Caim came to be on a bench late at night, dressed like a hunchback in an oversized hoodie, hood up, whispering to an owl on his shoulder, star gazing, with a plastic bowl of pasta in his lap.
Star Inagawa:
She appeared beside him as she noticed that there were no humans around to worry about. As always, she was dressed to the nines, but in a completely human way that evening. Nothing was truly over stated, at least not in her opinion. Some might stop and stare at her, of course, if any where near to do so. That was the last thing on her mind. Still, she leaned back in her long, flowing gown and put her hand over her belly as she was so pleased to do at any passing moment. Soon, the young one would find its way out in to the world, and she would put Ba'al's gifts for their new offspring to use. She was so pleased that he'd contributed such gifts, had ordered them forged himself. It went beyond so many of her hopes and wants, but she'd not over-flourished her reaction to it, at least not in her thought patterns. At all times, she knew to try to keep herself in line. The best that she could. It could be very difficult, given her passions for him, for the way that he felt atop of her, the way that he touched her. . . and the things he did for her. Passion was not something she could harness, and thus Astaroth had been born within her to lasso that capacity. At the moment, though, she was calm. Her fingers were stroking over her belly, and she looked over at Caim with some interest in her dazzling eyes.
"Not s'mores in a lodge tonight, darling?" She asked, her voice gentle. Astarte was giving forth a very calm air, for her mood was strange. She wanted answers to her questions, and she did not wish to speak to Asmodeus. She also did not want to push Evron in to giving a confession he obviously did not want to divulge. However, the teasing hinting that Caim had done had drawn her in and what better method than seeking the source of the words themselves?
CaimsQuill:
Caim looked up at her voice and took in the sight of her noticing the baby bump she was stroking right away. "If you've come to argue and disrupt my enjoyment of the stars my friend and I are taking in I'm afraid I'll you'll be sorely disappointed." His voice was calm too, despite the defensive barrier he was putting up. He spoke them in casual tone but just a dash of 'too good to even give you the time of day' laced within them. He reached in his bowl for a pinch of the food and held it to the owl's beak who snapped it right up before turning it's head and staring it's unblinking eyes Star's way as it stretched it's talons out on the demon's shoulder. "I don't bicker battle like the rest of you lot." He informed lumping demons together as a whole. "I just get things done." It was almost a catch phrase anymore, he'd started to say it so often. Then he went for another bite of the pasta himself as if her presense there wasn't going to deter him from doing anything he intended to do. He did however push his hood down, letting the cool air brisk his neck and he closed his eyes against it. He was in a strange calm himself, his own veins still pumping the mixture of Abel's magically altered, corroded, black, blood through his system. He still felt very much in a fog.
Star Inagawa:
"I came for no such thing, Caim. If you are so keen on avoiding 'bicker battles', then perhaps you should lower your defenses? I am not here to fight. I am here to converse with some civility in tongue and mannerism." She stated, her voice not even showing the fact she felt annoyed with the way she was clumped in with the rest of their kind. Wasn't he forgetting that he was a demon as well? Astarte did not roll her eyes as she wished to, instead, she kept her cool and her calm. "I think that there is much to be said between the two of us, and instead of fighting one another, perhaps we could work together? After all, we are both concerned with Evron, and before you begin on how he should be free, and you do not agree with my methods of raising him - hear me out." Her eyes became sharper then, but her mannerism was still mellow and reserved. "There is much to be gained from working together, if we can find common ground. That should be the concern we both have for him, and we both do have it. I do not wish for him to always be in a state of contention, for if you challenge and I accept the challenge, he shall always be in that state - for there is the care he has for the two of us." She sighed then, and looked towards the moon. A small smile came to her face, as she thought of her second born by Ba'al. Then, her eyes flicked back to Caim. "Perhaps, in that thought, we should attend to an agreement where he is concerned, as I've stated. It may be best for him, in the end. . and what more could either of us want, aside from what is best for him? That is what you are wanting, is it not?"
CaimsQuill:
Caim continued to star gaze. A strange feeling was welling up in his oversensitive heart. Star didn't really realize what she was walking into and Caim really wasn't ready to be back out facing the world head on again. In his head he was connecting the dots to a made up constellation he and Augustus put together staring out the barred window of their Roman slave cell. His chest was tightening in ways he couldn't stop on his own. He'd just been with together with Abel. It wasn't like Caim didn't have sordid affairs here and there but this was different. He put all his heart into this one and he hadn't allowed such a thing to take over his senses since the one he held so high on a pedestal. It was all crashing in on him like he'd had betrayed his one and only, whether his one and only was long dead and locked from him far away in heaven or not. His eyes did not drip tears, but they did grow that glossy wet 'on the verge' emotional look at he kept his face up to the sky, not looking over to Star almost for fear of her seeing right through him. He stayed silent a long time before swallowing hard and leaving the fork in the bowl unattended by his hand. He even held his hand up the bird and let him mount bringing the bird to his chest, nuzzling it, hugging it, like a child, petting his head, breathing in the bird like he were breathing in a long lost friend. It was there he finally turned his head to meet Star's eyes, his chin and nose still buried in the head feathers of the owl, pain not hidden in his features. "He's in so much pain Star." He spoke of Evron. "He should never be in pain he doesn't cause himself." That was Caim's take on it. "Help me free him then? If you're so concerned."
Star Inagawa:
Astarte knew deep passion when she saw it. It was something she would always be attuned to, what she tended to target in so many humans. However, she did not take the opportunity to try to draw the depths of it from Caim. There was something of looking in a mirror when it came to being next to this one, and she did not wish to see herself reflected in his eyes and in his knowledge as she felt the glimmer of him in her own being. A part of her, the mother-goddess, wanted to reach out and take him in her arms and soothe away the troubles which rested within him. She had to remind herself that he was a creature that had set a challenge to her, and that was trying to wrestle away someone that she had cared for as her own child for centuries upon centuries. It cut that emotion of wanting to give comfort short. However, she did not let the coldness reach her eyes. Instead, her face remained impassive, almost indifferent. It was an expression which any who knew her deeply would understand for what it hid away. So, she sat in silence while she watched him with the bird, and let him work out his own thoughts and his own soul, his own deep sorrows. . the memories which seemed to play behind his eyes, that haunting which seemed to run so deep and true that she could almost wrap her arms around it and bring it within herself like it was a feast for her senses. She did not. She would not try, not then. So, when he spoke, she looked him over in that silent way, and she gave a soft nod. "So much pain, yes. Pain was his birth, I see it in you. . . Pain has been his life, no matter what good I did after I found him. I am a daughter of Hell, and so I molded him to me and mine as I would any of my other offspring. I see his pain, Caim. I have seen it since the moment I first wrapped him in my arms and carried him away from the dogs and pigs who claim kin to we of more refined natures. . ." She sighed then, and licked her lips. "What would you suggest then? How do we take his pain away from him, darling?"
CaimsQuill:
Caim continued to nuzzle against the bird like he were using it as a lifeforce keeping his heart beating. "His birth wasn't pain." Caim whispered this. "Him being stripped from my life was" This was also a whisper. They were skimming very sensitive territory here. Territory most don't know of or understand about Caim as most assume their own ideals of what Caim really is or why he does the things he does. "Abandoned is such a strong word" He added believing Star would be clueless to understand him or what a statement like that would even mean. Another hard swallow and he pulled his face from the bird's feathers and shook his head. "Asmodeous. He makes a mockery of our child. Our grown up adult child. I just won't have it anymore. He holds no real power over Evron. I've spoken with advisors from the Unholy Trinity." This would leave Star to believe Ba'al spoke with Caim. That or Belial because most would just say Satan if that's who they meant. "Asmo's rank or anyone else's for that matter is meaningless if one only has the courage to stand up to it. Evron has every right to stand up and walk away from this abuse. Nothing holds him there but his own weakness. He just needs to be given the esteem of self to find the courage to realize Asmo has no power over him. Teach him to utilize his resources." Caim would have loved to explain all the bullshit he just got away today if he actually trusted Star, but he didn't so that remained unspoken as an example of how to really go about using what you have at your disposal. He spoke all of this without truly using voice of conviction. He was almost speaking like someone who was philosophizing stoned. But, then he brought it back around to the pain subject again and spoke in that still dreamy voice, "I don't understand how anyone claiming the title of Mother Goddess can feel her own son's pain and not step in to take it away if they claim to have felt it for so very long. I tried to explain the first day we met how thankful I was to realize who's arm's he ended up cradled in when I had to leave him. I assumed when I met him all his pain was about me. I readied myself for such a reaction long long long ago. I know why I did things. My choices for my son, even leaving him to an unknown caregiver were carefully thought out to bring his life the least pain, for sure it would only be worse if I'd have kept him under the given situtation at the time. I never looked back, Star. I thought it was the way to cause him the least pain." That's when he turned his head and voice grew conviction behind it. "I was wrong. And you need to see it. He needs me. And him continually feeling like a scared child hiding in the dark from the boogey man wishing to not hurt you by his connection to me has to stop. That's the first pain only you can release him from. I never wanted to take him from you. I only act as I do now because I believed from what's been told to me that you and Asmo were like some sort of team of some sort, I don't know. So much is being lumped together maybe I've misunderstood? Maybe you're here trying to help him as I believed you wouldn't? Mother's sacrifice for their children. Sacrifice themselves for their betterment and without grudge or regret. I believe this is what the word mother really means. I was truly starting to believe the one who holds the title Mother Goddess knows nothing of what mother means. But, you want to know what I thought? You're no angel anymore. Maybe all the word mother means to you anymore is bearing them and collecting them and hoarding them like the greedy selfish monstrasities we've all become. Maybe that was your mutation from the fall. Our souls have all been twisted from the walks of life we have lead, same as Hell leaves people in the rings with poetic justice. I came to believe the fact you bear that name is all the more reason to believe that's why you have no clue how to be one. But, that's not me. I don't know anything about your fall from grace Star. I really don't. And you don't have to tell me. But, I'm telling you right now, what I am being punished for-" Caim spoke with real passion then, every word enuciated and strong.
"God will see he is wrong in punishing me unfairly and I will take down every last one of his follower's souls on this forsaken planet I can touch to spite his injustice on our kind until the day he opens his blinded eyes and if that day never comes God's children will never see the end of my wrath. I believe in it. I believe it through to the depths of my God forsaken core the same as I believe I am upholding the honor of all of Hell's children by doing so, sacrificing pieces of myself to defend your honor, Bub's, Bel's, the Avarice, Levi, any of them, all of them, even the entire population that fucking continues to treat me like I'm a worthless piece of lesser rank, even fucking Asmo's damn fucking honor, and by fucking Lucifer if I am going to sacrifrice my entire existence for people that treat me like swine and never appreciate me, why in the mother fucking world would I not sacrifice myself for my own son? I never once asked him to call me mother. That was another sacrifice I knew I had to bear for his sake. And when he did my heart skipped a god damn mother fucking beat. He loves you. He loves me. I know it. Everything I have god damn done up to this point was for him and pained me to my knees so much some days I can barely look in a mirror. Even the idea of taking him from you is pain to me." He slammed a fist to his chest to emphasize where his pain comes from, over his heart, "If that was the next sacrifice I had to make, breaking my own vow to myself to never take him from you, then I will do it if you can't remember what mother means anymore. Because frankly it's time. Asmo's title of King doesn't scare me. I sacrifice who I am daily just to exist. There is nothing I wouldn't risk, NOTHING I wouldn't sacrifice, to take one more step in releasing Evron's pain. Do you understand? Nothing. I don't even blame Asmo for being the forsaken idiot that he is. This God's fault. God's injustice that his soul is as twisted as it is now. But, I can't exactly attack God can I? Asmo is our target Star. If you're with me? If you're really the mother you claim to be his title should rattle no fear in your ribcage, not when it comes to the welfare of your son. What resources do you have anyway?" He glanced down at her belly, "Who's child do you carry? Asmo is the last person you should fear." He said hinting he knew exactly who's child it was. "Here I am, you know my position, you know my rank, you may not know my story, but you will learn my passion right now. You will learn there can more than one to claim title of Mother here and if you can't accept it, I will have to take from you." Wow. Yep. Caim's infamous unbridled passion just got released on Star. This was what Caim was so known for, why he was such a lunatic, a maniac really, because that same passion pushed him into taking so many dangerous risks and he heeded little warnings and gambled all when he believed in something and Caim just placed all his bets on Star and looked at her with all that passion and hope that she indeed was his version of what mother should and would take his words and unite themselves over what connected them, their son. Caim wasn't passive in anyway. Passive aggression was a no where near who Caim was. He was very proactive in every endeavor he pursued. That's who Caim was and his endeavors with Evron being his own man would stand up to a King and risk his own name and title's respect for him. If that wasn't being a mother, Caim didn't know what was.