Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Yours Truely,
The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
Valentine was out of the house once more. Much to her distaste, it was sunny out. But everyone in Lorsette saw the doctor as pretentious and a rich snob anyway, so wearing what she often did went unquestioned. Val could easily pass it off as her fear of damaging her skin. The snow, afterall, reflected the sun's rays and could burn a person even in winter!
Walking through the streets, Val wore a long black dress with sleeves, her knee high boots, sunglasses, and a stylish sunhat. It surprisingly pulled the whole outfit together.
Winter always had its downsides. Being able to find a date was not one of them. She had met an attractive blonde on one of her outings and had, rather boldly, asked her out to dinner. In an attempt to impress this woman, Val decided to bring flowers. Nothing too suggestive, but enough that perhaps it would convince the blonde to come back to hers. The thought brought a faint smile to her lips.
Opening the door of the flower shop, the bell chimed and she walked in. Looking around to determine where she should start, the roses peaked her interest. As per normal, the vampire hardly took note of who was working. They would probably approach her and ask if she needed help anyway.
Val removed her sunhat, letting her black hair fall loose which she gave a small tousle. The sight of the roses always brought her pleasure, and she drifted over to them seemlessly. With her long, graceful fingers, she picked a single one and brought the pink bud to her nose. The scent was delightful. Valentine let out a sigh of delight and twirled the flower between her fingers. Tonight had better be worth it.
"How much for a dozen of these, darling?" Valentine asked the shop keeper without looking up.
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]who knew, who knew the world loved to play mindless games with everyone. to set afire one's own ambitions and desires. the mere thought of it made her body shudder. to what goal does the one have above? what is it? and what do the fates say about this matter? she felt her mind stir with different thoughts and ponder what they mean. minutes to hours, customers file in to buy flowers for their significant other or even for parties. and here she was, still looking out the window of her shop, wondering when it would be time for her to move on. [break][break] a sigh left her lips as she pushed herself away from the register and go to water the plants. christmas songs from the outside leaked in from time to time, causing her to hum softly to the tune of the songs. while christmas music was not her forte, only one song made it way to her heart and that was mariah carey's 'all i want for christmas' -- a cliche song to like, but, it had a nice tune. [break][break] during this time of year, all she could think about is her, the one back in the heavens -- the one who is possibly cursing her name. it's not my fault i fell, i swear to you. i did it to protect you... and... her thoughts disturbed by the sound of the bell ringing. looking up without another thought. "i'll be right with you, miss," she replied. she moved quickly, gracefully, carefully. she placed the canister back where it belong, on the ground near the register. [break][break] "hmm, it's late, i wonder what kind of customer this is --" she stopped, her heart thump loudly against her chest. eyes widen, her mind screaming. air sucked out of her lungs so quickly. all she could is just stare, her left arm shaking in terror. how? she shouldn't be here of all places. but why? [break][break] she dodged a bit to the side, trying to catch her breath. she needed to go, she needed to run again. no, she's a customer, you should help her out. imogen took in a deep breath, moving back -- a smile on her lips as she put on her best composure. "a dozen roses will cost just twelve dollars."[break][break]
please don't look my way...
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The voice that answered her inquiry stirred something in Val that took her by surprise. Was it a memory? A feeling? Which? The vampire felt like she wanted to whip her head around but her head was screaming at her to freeze. This was obviously a trap. A trick of the mind.
The vampire swallowed the lump she didn't realize was forming in her throat as she turned to face the florist. The moment Valentine's amber eyes met those she hadn't seen in hundreds of years, everything in her hand went falling to the ground. Her mouth was slack in surprise- or was that horror? It was as if she was seeing a ghost and was in complete disbelief. The rose lost a petal or two as it hit the hard floor below.
"Ishilde?" Valentine's voice was the softest of whispers. It was hoarse, strained, whimsical, confused. It was full of every emotion that flashed deep in her heart. Her vampirism did no favours in her attempt to quell these feelings. Everything she felt had intensified tenfold since turning.
A second lump was swallowed down her dry, dry throat. Val barely blinked as she stared at the face that hadn't a god damn bit. Although there were circles under her eyes now. Good. Did she feel shame for what she did to Val? Did she? Val sure hoped so.
The next time her voice spoke it was much angrier. It shook with emotion ever as the vampire tried to reign control over it. Unfortunately for her old friend, Val had yet to ever form the ability to contain herself. Her voice was loud and booming, as if threateneing to shatter the glass windows so all of Lorsette could feel the betrayal behind the single, siginificant name, "Ishilde?!"
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]what flowers? what time was it already? the ticking clock near the register was too loud now. she felt her body flinch when she called her by that name. the name she ditched long ago -- after the fall. the sound of a petal fall on the ground made her recall what she was here for - to serve a customer, but this situation was too odd, to bizarre. [break][break] when was the last time she saw valentine? when was the last time she saw the young girl smile happily at her? it wasn't time, this wasn't the time. other customers glance at their way and she turned, smiling at them. "there is nothing the matter, please go about your business everyone, i apologise." [break][break] she turned back to the girl, a look of worry and a sigh escapes her lips. "that name is so old, i'm surprised you still remember someone who has betrayed you such a long time ago," her arms crossed across her chest as she looked at the girl with a sad expression in her eyes. [break][break] too long, too far, that beauty that was once the happiest in her memory turn sour. her bandaged hand was shaking from the thought of seeing her, it was too soon. too soon to have her heart broken again. don't give me a look, be angry, i'm the one at fault for this. [break][break] if she could have turn back time, to not make the fatal decision to run away like a coward she would have. her chest tightened a bit from the pain. her hands reached out, not to her, to the roses and chose the best ones. she carefully bundled them, handling them with care. "i can ring you up, but to make a scene like this in a store is none of your business to do," her eyes flared in disappointment. [break][break] sorry valentine, i don't feel like seeing you now, this day has already been ruined. turning around, she walked towards the back, the dozen of roses in her arms. her heart like a hammer against an anvil -- too loud, too dangerous.
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Valentine almost winced at those words. They were true and yet they stung. At least this cursed angel knew she betrayed Val. The grudge, Val realized, never lifted a thread after all these years. That had always been a negative of hers: she could not shake her vindicitve nature. Valentine lost count of the endless days she remained awake, thinking and searching for her beloved Ishilde. Had she no idea how much she'd loved her? How much she still loved her? It was always so difficult to let go, always better to distract herself instead.
Her throat got impossibly drier. Were there cotton balls stuck in there? All she could do was watch as the other black-haired woman reached over her to collect twelve roses. The roses. Those stupid roses. Did this traitor have any idea what they were for? How bad would it hurt her if she knew? Valentine wasn't thinking clearly. She was probably going to tell her if the conversation didn't go the way she wanted.
The vampire went rigid in pure rage at those bold words: "...to make a scene like this in a store is none of your business to do". Her fists balled up tight, tight, tight. She could hear that coward's heart beating as fast as all those rabbits' that Valentine use to hold above her head before breaking their fragile necks. This was another type of hunt. A similar one. She was out for blood. This was a catch she had given up hope on making. Yet here they were.
This side of her made her feel black. Dark. Correupt. Her vision was dark. Tunnels with only a pinpoint in focus: Ishilde. The guardian who abandoned her charge. But it was so much more thant that.
Whatever shred of control Valentine was holding onto slipped out of her hands like a bar of wet soap. The usually composed woman had twisted into a beast. This was something her mother was famous of doing, and something Val had been running from doing these past sixty years.
The monster turned her body towards the other patrons of the flower shop. Her tall, gangly body towered over most of them. Those amber eyes began to bleed a deep scarlet as she snarled "Get out!"
They were all quick to oblige. Whether this was by choice or through Val's abilities would be up for interpretation if Ishilde cared to know. The twitch of her nose was a single sign to show her enjoyment of having some form of power in this vulnerable situation.
Valentine turned back to the one who was causing her much pain. She should be embarrassed, or ashamked, but the only emotion in the forefront of her mind was anger.
"Fuck your job! What... the fuck... is this?" It was dumb, the way those words just fumbled out of her mouth. But her motioning up and down Ishilde's body revealed Val was basically saying "how the hell are you here, out of all places-Lorsette, Newfoundland- when we both began in Romania?!".
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]she could feel the air change, how everything was becoming slow. imogen stopped as she heard her demand all the customers to leave, or at least that is what it sounded like. she turned slowly, looking up at her, her eyes glowing an angry yellow. this was a place of business, one which she has built from the ground up -- valentine had no damn right to go and spew her nonsense. she clicked her tongue, eyes cold. "it's a shop, that's what it is," she replied, looking at her up and down slowly, inspecting her. [break][break] "i'm an angel," she lied, a smirk on her face. "do you think i just stay in one place forever?" [break][break] she wasn't expecting any form of reply other than the stinging of venom on her skin. she felt her body erode slowly, how it should melt. her heart slowed as she controlled her breathing. "valentine, i don't have time for this and..." her hands balled into a fist, she looked up at the girl, growling through her teeth. "just take the roses and leave already, you've caused too much of a scene here." at least, that's what she wanted to say, instead, "let me close the store, we can discuss this in the back..." [break][break] imogen brushed the angry vampire aside and turned the open sign to close, locked the door and shut a blind. shit, why is she here? she should be in romania, ruling with pride -- not here, not in this place. hesitant for a bit, she walked back over and placed the dozen roses down, hand moving up to touch her cheek, but pulled back. her arms crossed once more. "i guess i have a lot of explaining to do, right?" [break][break] her eyes became soft, just like the old ishilde would have done when valentine was in trouble for breaking yet another vase. she could never get upset at her, not even once. "you've grown, taller i have to say."
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The sarcastic remark- or so Valentine percieved the quip to be- almost drove her up the wall. Which, ironically, could be quite possible given her abilities to crawl all over it like an insect. But that would be far too barbaric even in this frenzy of hers. But then those next words... really hurt.
"Angel? No, you're too cruel to be such a thing." It was absolutely bitter. However, this wasn't the thing she should be focusing on. So her sentence was quickly followed up with, "Angels would stay if it meant something!" Valentine spat, almost sounding like she hated Ishilde. Almost... but it was a front. She didn't hate her, not really. She never could.
"They would stay if it..." But those words weren't as harsh as they had been previously. This time, in some odd turn of events, as if an emotional hurricane had struck the vampire and drained all the energy she had to give in this situation, tore a path through Val and left her emtpy. Perhaps the shock was finally leaving her body, forcing her to consider sleeping so her mind could process what the hell she just walked into. But no, the words were soft and defeated. Valentine's shoulders slumped in defeat and, for only a second, she may have looked like she'd burst into tears.
Valentine remained where she stood, attempting to hold back her waterworks as her ex-guardian moved to lock the flower shop's door. When that had been completed, Valentine numbly followed her into the back.
It was haunting, perhaps sickly, that Valentine had remained so quiet for so long. Ishilde was talking but it was quite one sided. Valentine looked so sad that she couldn't bring herself to talk.
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]it's cruel, she knows so well on how cruel this all was. was this the time to apologise? to tell her everything that has happened over the years? your pathetic weakness, it'll consume you. fly away like the coward you are. those words echoing in her mind. she stopped walking, turning to her with a sad smile. "i am cruel, a cruel angel who fell..." imogen knew herself too well, she knew no matter what happened long ago could not be mended so easily by words. she bit her bottom lip and moved in close to her. [break][break] a flash before her eyes, yes, this illusion she saw before her. it was the young valentine when she turned, when her emotions were stronger tenfold. i'm sorry for showing weakness and flying away... she wanted to say them, she wanted to tell valentine how much she missed her, how she was -- how she was the one who made her smile. a lump in her throat, she swallowed hard, trying to suppress her emotions. [break][break] she wanted to reach to her, instinctively her left arm raised trying to bring her into a hug. no. her mind pulled her hand down. "i'm sorry, please forgive for what i've done to you.. but i cannot help you, i can't..." can't or won't? either way, you won't move on from her, look at her, she's just as pained as you. imogen flinched, gritting her teeth as her headache came back. "damn it..." [break][break] her right hand reached to valentine's shoulder, holding her steady. "i'm a coward, and for you to come of all days... of all days when i've missed you so much," she choked on her own words, battling her emotions took too much from her. she wanted to cry, her body just wanted to slump down. sleep sounds so nice right now, please, take me out of this nightmare. [break][break] she moved in close, closing the distance, her eyes looking into valentine's. she missed those amber eyes, how excited they used to be when she was young. she missed how everything was once so perfect was now gone because of a stupid mistake. she leaned in, her heart racing louder against her chest. a light kiss, it was all to it. once her lips made contact with hers, she felt the pain, the sorrow... the agony. [break][break] like a coward, she pulled back, her face in shock of what she did. shit, no, i... [break][break] @valentine
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Ishilde is cruel. She admited it. Just like she admited to being a traitor. This isn't how Val thought it would go. Not at all. The vampire thought this creature before her- one she thought, even still, was incredibly beautiful- would reject any wrongdoing she had done. Val had thought this silly little angel would think her actions were justified and that she never really- never truely- cared for Valentine. The thought was what had driven her hate for so bloody long.
With the raise of Ishilde's arm, Val took a small step back. She was ready to run if the other woman reached out to touch her. Valentine was afraid Ishilde's touch would burn her. But then gutwrenching words were heard. What was that? She fell?
"No.. how? Is that why...?" Ishilde... falling? It didn't make sense to the vampire. Her guardian never in a thousand years would sin, or so the dark-haired blood-sucker was told and believed. Oh how did her Ishilde fall from Heaven's Grace?
Then, before she had a chance to process it all, the words came tumbling out of that mouth she often found her younger self staring at, enthralled. There was an apology falling from that mouth. An apology. It caused her heart to twist and pump faster. Her breathing was uneven, heavy, attempting to pull some sense and understanding into herself. Her heart wrenched again at the admittance of how much she was missed. That was all she had ever wanted to hear, all she ever wanted to be, and yet it made her feel sick to her stomach.
Before she could come up with a well thought out reply, something very unexpected (but not welcome) happened. Her tear-filled angel, who's hand was sending tingles throughout her body through a single, innocent touch, placed a rather gentle kiss on her lips.
It sent a spark through her, igniting the previous numbness into something hungry. Valentine wanted to consume her, consume her Ishilde. She felt the pain that was just as raw as it was the very first day she found that awful letter. She also felt the fear of what this kiss meant, the sense of betrayal for being abandoned. Wasn't she good enough?
Valentine's heart gave an aching pull as Ishilde pulled out of the kiss far too soon. No, no don't. Val begged in her head. She didn't dare say the words out loud in case this was all a dream and her words would shatterd this fantasy world.
The vampire leaned in where the angel pulled away, gripping at the collar of her shirt as Val crashed her lips down on the other woman's desperately. It was meant to be much more heated than the previously chaste one. It was suppose to hold so much more within it.
Valentine couldn't help but whine as she kissed her angel. It was sad, full of so much emotion, and all she could bring herself to do in this moment was whine.
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]long ago, back into ancient times for when the greeks ruled the literary world. there was a man who was supposed to give the golden apple to one of three goddess on who is the fairest of the three - the first goddess was a queen, she was the one who ruled all of the gods and goddesses with her unfaithful husband, she offered the man domination over two continents; the second was the wisest of the three, the one who shows more tact in battle than any of them, for this she offered the man wisdom and how he alone can be the finest warrior of his state; and the last was the beautiful goddess, born out of sea foam, she offered him love, a love of a woman who's beauty rivals even the goddess. that man chose love and that was the sin he was given when war broke loose on his state. [break][break] that was his sin, imogen's -- no, ishilde's sin was far greater than causing a war. it was the act of her wrongdoings, her rage. it was the man from those ancient times who told her that beauty is far greater and love will conquer -- and in the graces of heaven, she was given three options. to which of the three did she choose? it did not matter, for she soon fell straight after. she regrets it, and at the same time, she hoped the person went to hell and never rises up ever again. for if they did, she would be the one to send him back for all of the sin he never believed was his fault. [break][break] how? why? she looked at her with sorrow in her eyes. the pit of her stomach making her nauseous and at the same time, she felt the anger from valentine. how long ago was it when she left? how far away was she from her? the world loves to play with people and their emotions, maybe this was a clear sign that the world was not yet ready for her to come out from her cowardly shadows. [break][break] her breathing became heavy when she noticed how close the other was, how her breath was close and her hand even closer to her neck. the intensity, the fire burning in the kiss made her want to melt. she felt her body craving more as the kiss became more ravenous -- more animal. her mind was filled with her, filled with the memories of valentine calling out her name and telling her how stupid it was to leave her side. [break][break] imogen didn't mind, she didn't mind this -- her body was already broken, her heart... she knew her heart was with someone she held so close. her hands reach to the back of her, clutching the cloth before pulling back, gasping for air. she felt her blood rushing to her face as she quickly pushed valentine away again. hot tears pouring down from her eyes. "don't.. we're not... don't look at me..." she gritted her teeth again, covering her face with her bandaged arm. [break][break] how much more can the world be so cruel? she can't have her, she can't. perhaps as an angel she would have been better, as a fallen, she felt as if her place was no longer there. please, grant me mercy already... [break][break] @valentine
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Valentine let out a small groan of discontent when Ishilde forced the kiss to end. The vampire was very aware of the other woman's frantically beating heart, which was quite the feat considering her own jackhammering in her chest.
Suddenly, she was shoved back. Val wasn't expecting it. She felt as if she had been drinking too much, causing her to stumble back. Catching herself on a counter, Valentine looked at the fallen angel. Her eyes were hooded. Her feelings felt.. untouchable. There was no hurt or pain, just excitement and surprise.
It took her too long to shake herself from it. That kiss had been nothing but fantasy in a madly-in-love girl's head for far too long. And this was the first time their lips touched. The fantasy finally bled into reality. There was electricity racing through the vampire's veins. The feeling was foreign. Valentine was no stranger to love, but to this extreme? With this sort of intensity? Even with her vampirism... she'd never experienced such levels of affection and need.
As Ishilde existed in her own shame, the oddly bandaged arm covering that beautiful face, Valentine raised her own left hand to place it over her lips. Long, slim fingers gently brushed over red, hot lips. Val almost wanted to laugh with the feeling that had arisen in her. If she thought she was almost done running from her feelings, that kiss had completely snapped her back.
Swallowing thickly, Valentine took the hand that was touching her own face and outstretched it towards Ishilde. She hesitated, knowing Ishilde never wanted her here, was willing her out of the store, but to the vampire knew this had to be some sort of destiny. How could it ever be possible to run into each other after all this time? How could they start in Romania, have their different travels, and end up in Lorsette, Newfoundland, 900 years since the last time they were together. So much had happened. Valentine had become so much more... and now, perhaps, Fate had deemed them ready to reunite. They needed each other. Were meant for each other.
"Why?" The question was hoarse, gentle, sudden. "Why did you leave? What happened?"
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]heavy. the feeling of a weight on her own shoulders. dry throat, endless tears -- those could explain her. regret, a pain in her chest. why did valentine do it? why did she kiss the person who betrayed her? why did it have to be today? [break][break] question after question, and no answer to each one of them. imogen felt sick. she felt her body wanting to reject whatever feelings she had. but a spark ran through her body and she turned a blind eye to it. nothing like this is true. there is no such thing as love when one wants to forget the other. imogen wanted to forget about valentine altogether, she wanted to live her life in peace and quiet. [break][break] peace and quiet does not exist... [break][break] 'why did you leave? what happened?' [break][break] she felt her hand on her arm, she flinched and pulled her arm away quickly; her right hand caressing her left arm. get yourself together imogen, cowering in front of her would do nothing. she turned her head slowly, looking at valentine with sorrow in her eyes. "if i told you, you'd ask more questions," she softly replied, she was doing her best to, she has to. [break][break] imogen carefully leaned against a wall, her eyes looking beyond valentine. "why, why did you kiss me back, why did you kiss the person who broke your heart?" she was angry, upset, and most of all, frustrated. why does a princess of a cult have to ask the question, why does she have to take charge of things? imogen didn't want to talk to her, let alone look at her. [break][break] if she focused on her, she would see the mistake she has made -- a mistake she cannot undo. wrapped in self-loathing, imogen looked at valentine once more, hand tightening on her left arm. "if i told you, would you leave this store and never come back?" she was hurt, perhaps going as far to say she was broken beyond repair right now. [break][break] if fate played such a dangerous game, why did it have to be here? why couldn't it be someone else? imogen wanted to run away again. she's a coward and a person familiar on running away from those who care about her. however, she wanted to stay here and if it means ignoring valentine to live her life like this then so be it.
her inner demons already have the best of her. "everything was in the letter on why i left you know..." [break][break] @valentine
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And just like that, the excitement shattered like glass meeting the force of a rock. Ishilde jerked away from Valentine's touch and the vampire let her hands drop to her side. They dangled there, lifeless. Was it so stupid for her to believe in true love? Yes. Or so many people have told her throughout her life. But it wasn't until this moment that she was beginning to feel like a dreaming fool.
Ishilde's words stung her. Val couldn't help but bare her teeth, pointed canines pertruding from her upper lip as her eyes swirled an amber-red. In a way, Valentine wanted to run out of the store and never come back. The pain was becoming... aggitating. Too much. Where the adreneline and lighting had been, concrete and angst had replaced it. She was heavy with the weight of this rejection. Heavy with the knowledge that Ishilde left because she wanted nothing to do with Valentine.
'Why did you kiss the person who broke your heart?'
Because I'm stupid, I'm a fool, always have been for you. My selfish and foolish Angel, have you no bloody idea? Have you no sense in that little brain of yours?
Valentine almost wanted to wrap her hands around that gorgeous neck and squeeze and squeeze until those cold, teary eyes had something else within them, even if it was fear or shock.
What a stupid, stupid girl Val had been. Holding onto hope this entire time in naive belief that she would find the angel who would suddenly cave and admit she had loved Valentine all this time. This isn't a book or a fairy tale, Valentine. This is real life. Time to wake up.
Swallowing thickly, Valentine closed her eyes to prevent herself from looking at the woman. The woman who had brightened Val's every day and was always there for her.
It had been 900 years... give up. Give up. Why must she be so damn stubborn? She wanted to growl, shout and scream until her lungs burst with the effort, until her heart felt nothing and she could become the beast her mother always wanted her to be. But, impressively, she held it in.
"Yes." It was a simple lie but the only one she managed to cough out of her tight throat.
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[attr="class","seeyoubody"]a rose and it's thorns. beautiful and splendid. sharp and deadly. the rose is like a double edged sword waiting for a victim to fall for its beauty. imogen was no rose, imogen threw herself down to the levels of a thorn. she's the embodiment of thorns. sharp, painful. she hurts those she cares the most for, causing them to bleed from the pain and the torture she has left in her wake. why was it so hard to talk about her fall? why?[break][break]deep breath, she looked at the pained von maria. hesitation, uncertainty. she needed to keep her cool in order to talk about it -- or else she could fall back into her tomb again. falling, falling all the way down in self-loathing and depreciation. she took in a deep breath and leaned agains the wall behind her; she spoke softly and chose her words carefully. too damn afraid to let any of her emotions out.[break][break]"i don't want your pity, i don't want anything like that towards me," yellow eyes flashed as she recalled the night. "in the letter, i already stated that i couldn't protect you. in the letter, i told you i had to disappear for something i committed. i couldn't stay by your side. it was my own fault, my anger took the best of me."[break][break]she felt a laugh break from her lips. "hah, one of heaven's strongest -- fell due to an irrelevant emotion. an irrelevant feeling." [break][break]she stopped and looked at valentine, searching those amber eyes for any sign of... well, anything. she continued, shifting the weight of her legs. "i fell..." her voice went quiet. "i fell for killing another angel out of anger and for that, i paid the price."[break][break]explain to her why you left her like that, why you left her when she needed you the most. or will you hide that from her? too afraid to break her heart? imogen turned her head to the side, her long black hair covering her face. her bandaged arm was shaking. "this arm, this cursed arm... do you want to know why it's bandaged?"[break][break]she slowly unwrapped the bandages, starting from her hand, she revealed her skin. it was cracked, a literal crack as if her whole arm was made out of wood or even earth. within the crevice of those cracks, a dark pulse dripped on the ground. "this, this is what my sin has done for me. and even then...i can't bear for people to look at it -- or maybe i'm just a damn fool, a fool who's too afraid to be judged.."[break][break]imogen wrapped her hand again, before looking at valentine with a pained expression. "i'm sorry for leaving... if i could turn back time, i would... but this -- this made me run away. i ran away in fear of myself, i'm the coward."[break][break]her lips trembled, and her hand dug into her bandaged arm. "please leave already..."[break][break] @valentine
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