004 - [ video ] - pre-Merlin/Angel Sanctuary/Blood+ break out log

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[ at first, it's just the sound of murmuring, of fingers brushing through lush, thick hair. And then the covers shift and split and there's a sudden, close up view of Diva's face practically pressed against Saya's. ]

Wake up, sister dear. We have company.

[ She giggled, softly as she shifted again, her nightgown riding up her hip, bunching near her waist. But that's difficult to see as close as the phone is (practically) resting between their breasts. It's just sound and then Diva turns and sets the phone back on the headboard, a passing vision of Saya's rather limp form showing on the screen, the flash of white tying Saya's wrists loosely to the board. But for what reason would Diva care if any one man or woman saw it?

Saya was hers.

Diva was Saya's.

At last, they were exactly where they were supposed to be. And then the feed turns off as Diva presses close and kisses Saya softly on the mouth. It's a kiss of waking, nothing more.

Or is it? ]

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[ Her bite hurts. But it's a familiar hurt. An arousing one. He lets out a pleased little sound, too low in pitch to be a chuckle, too secretive to be a groan. His blood spurts cool and coppery into her mouth. ]

[ Teeth bared, he leans in. Almost nose-to-nose with her. ]

You want to feed? Is that it~?

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[ she watched with idle amusement as Karl played Saya like a well-tuned harp, plucking strings, breaking ties. No more would she be caressed by hands long since familiar with her body, with the once warm tones of the cello.

Haji wasn't here to lay that claim.

Let it be Karl, then, that awakens Saya to the truth, but, in a moment of ache, Diva turned away. Her blood was poison; Saya would never feed from her. It was a loss she never knew she had. But, she couldn't help one small bit of warning, her fingers twisting slightly in her nightgown to hold them still. ]

Careful, you don't want to die, do you? [ one false move and Saya would kill Karl without a moment's notice. She wants Saya to return to her, not return with a vengeance. ]

pardon my teal dear.

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[Drawing blood -- feeding -- had been furthest from her mind until his cool blood hits her tongue. Unnatural, that cold. Distasteful. And yet she guzzles it down, lips closing on his clammy skin, cheeks drawn concave.]

[A flicker of too-bright light draws her attention, irises constricting, blazing red. A blinding spotlight illuminating the night sky, whirling blades kicking up a mini-gale around her. Bare feet sprinting through jungle brush. Hunting.]

[Hot blood splashes her face and she snarls, fangs bared, sword flashing. The panicked face of a young girl, twelve at most, blood dripping from the sword plunged through her throat. It's yanked out and the body slides into a crumpled heap. Frenzied searching for movement or screams, body brimming with twitching rage, skin crawling, overrun.]

[Not hunting, Saya realizes with distant horror as she gains ground on a fleeing villager, sword swinging in a ruthless death-strike. Slaughter.]

[A few watery blinks and as much a scream as her full mouth can manage bring Saya back to reality, breathless and struggling, not realizing in her heart-pounding terror that she's bitten hard on Karl's finger in her strange dream-haze, enough to sever a human one. She reaches blindly out for someone, anyone, in selfish pursuit of a comforting embrace.]

I love teal dear :3 /throws more tldr at you

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[ He gasps when Saya's teeth sink in. Everything in him throbs to that touch. It's hard to detach, to think. Dimly, he hears Diva's words, feels them twine like ribbons in his ear. Careful, yes. Except it's so impossible, when the two brightest stars in his dark little sky are so close. When Diva turns away, he breaks his gaze from Saya -- bemused, concerned. There's such a remoteness in his Queen at these moments. He adores her, even as he knows, never more intensely than right now, that he can't complete her. That she's been broken in ways another broken creature cannot fix. ]

[ But with her sister -- her babies -- the cracks can mend. He will hold onto hope. ]

[ Saya's scream breaks the reverie. His eyes drag back to her. Before she can chomp his finger off, he wrenches it free. Blood dripping, torn flesh knitting. His expression isn't pained. It's a visage of pure triumph. She remembers something. I know she does. When she reaches out, he grabs one of her flailing hands. A twisted clasp of camaraderie. ]

What do you see, Saya? Hm~?

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[ ah yes, the cry of the hunted, the fear and terror mixed in equal measure, fleeing. She was back in a flash, pressing a hand to Saya's shoulder, the other on Karl's. If Saya goes berserk, this was her battle to fight, not Karl's.

He'll take too much pleasure in it.

No, this was Diva's gift to Saya, her Karl, his blood. Saya had said she wanted to remember. This was the only way. For her, for them both, for things to move back to the natural order. Her bridges were never Diva's to mend. There was too much history between them but for the sake of the children... She would do anything, even make an enemy rather than an ally.

That time was gone. ]

Saya... [ she practically sang the name even though it was barely above a whisper ] Tell us, please. [ an echo of Karl's fervent request ] What is it you remembered?

[ The possibilities were endless, but what would cause such terror? Was it Joel's body burning in the flames of the mansion, was it the countless chevaliers Diva made and lost all for the sake of giving Saya a moment of peaceful unrest? Or no, perhaps it was more recent, the startled gasp of Riku's voice as he slid from her grasp, Saya looking on.

She had been so angry then, so precious. Just one moment earlier and she might have saved that boy. To Diva's delight, she had not and the memory still burned at how close she had been. If she had, her children would be in her, not wrapped up securely in a basket by the hearth. So yes, Saya. Tell Diva all that you know. She's just dying to find out. ]

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[Gulping air, Saya jolts upright and finds instinctive purchase on Diva's shoulder, free arm clinging. Her hand is differently bound now, their grips far sturdier than any cloth, numb dread radiating from their touch and through her veins. Like the tainted blood they share.]

I -- [another breath gives her neither enough air nor any speck of solace, and she dares not try to wrench free of their grip any more than she would let her burning eyes shed their welling tears.] I was chasing them, hunting them... [killing them.]

[Her eyes squeeze shut but she can't stop seeing it, she'll never be free of their horror-struck faces spattered with blood, the flashes of reflection in wide eyes as they go dull, the smell of blood permeating everything, they're screaming and she just keeps slashing them and this can't be true please no, please]

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[ Saya's aura of vibrant terror. Diva's sweet singsongy voice. That's all Karl is aware of beyond the crackling havoc of his own excitement. Everything Saya is trying to run from, trying to keep hidden and private, radiates in her frightened eyes -- in the raw edge of anguish in her voice. ]

[ He tightens his grip on her little hand. Marvels at the deceptive strength running through brittle bones and skin. That, and Diva's palm on his shoulder, are his only anchors to reality. She remembers it at last. Our beautiful dance in Vietnam. His gaze brightens, rapidly moving back and forth across her face, searching for clues, for the bigger meaning. There is triumph and worship, dark and enveloping, laced with chilly tangs of hatred, violence, lust. ]

[ Diva. Saya. His two focal points -- his two halves -- have finally collided. ]

But you were never more beautiful than on that night, dear Saya. [ his voice emerges raspy and entranced. He puts out a free hand, slipping his fingers through her hair. A sweet caress, before it roughens into a fist. Gripping her hair, he wrenches her head up so her eyes meet his. ] What else do you see? What do you hear? Diva's beautiful song to a symphony of screams? Myself -- just before you chopped off my arm? [ His eyes narrow, blazing red. ] Answer.

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[ Diva's grip tightened on Karl's shoulder. A warning, a conductor of excitement that spread in slow waves through her body. Saya... her Saya, she was remembering ♥ But at what cost? These quiet moments, gone. These empty moments, replaced with all she had ever wanted. Saya, looking at her and no one else.

Not even Karl.

But, she leaned in, hair hiding her face for a moment as she shook her head. Tread carefully. Too much and she'll snap, too little and Saya will forever resist the memory.

... Diva was never one for subtlety. ] Answer? [ she laughed ] You can see it in her gaze. Saya, dear. Don't run away like you did that night. It was exactly who you were meant to be.

[ diva's beautiful foil, queens to rule and ravage the night. Saya was, simply... insane. ]

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[Answer? But she can't. Her glazed eyes stare at nothing, her only response to their demands a sluggish twitch. She's not aware of the two, not even in the room with them -- images fly past her, too fast and frightening to grasp, too much.]

[One last, weak sound and she falls forward, a puppet with severed strings, pitching headlong into her dreams, which will no doubt be restless and dark.]