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Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Thread Started on Dec 8, 2008, 9:49am »
~ - Time Lapse: The Past - ~
With only a haze around his memory, he could see it all. The spaniards had begun their petulant war; Etrigann had known all along that it would eventually divulge into such a thing. They wanted gold, and jewelry, and land, and a fountain that never existed - Or perhaps it did? Stranger things had happened.
Regardless, Etrigann had no interest in such things. He had accompanied them as an appraiser, which had granted him full access to the various gems and riches that had been brought before him, though he'd taken little notice of it. In truth, the gems were marred and worth little in the hands of a true jeweler, but he told them tales of fortune and wonder, crooning excitedly over how valuable a discovery the spaniards had made, and how rich they would be once they took the little bit they'd had received back.
It had been by accident that he'd mentioned that the temples housed more.
It had also been by accident that he told them how trusting the natives could be.
Nevertheless, that was in the past. He was moving carefully up stone steps, heading for the top of the 'pyramid'. He'd been moderately impressed with the craftsmanship involved - though, upon his inspection he could see every fault, every breaking point - and every person that had died to erect these monumental buildings.
This was the only one he hadn't searched for. He'd heard tales of a blow gun that would allow the user to wound a God. And, of a certain blade that was precious only due to the amount of blood spilled at its edge. A blade of pure black.
A hand lifted to his sand-coloured hair, running thin fingers through locks that slightly obscured his vision. He had no care for elaborate hairstyles, nor for the pompous oafs that wore them. As he finished that, his fingers fell to the lenses in his pocket - designed to let a jeweler see facets. It wasn't necessary, and as such, he discarded them behind his shoulder. After all, when he was done here, he'd leave the Spaniards to their trinkets and their destruction.
As he reached the peak, he noted the building therein. It was sparsely guarded - no doubt due to the bloodbath that was going on behind him. The weapons master almost flinched at the spears, if he had not been of able body and skill, he would have been impaled. But he had quite a lot of life on them, and training befitting a king.
He disarmed them - one suffering from a fatal knife to the temple, and the other being forced down the stairway with slit Achilles tendons. Easy.
"I've come for the Blowgun of the Hunter Twins, and the Obsidian Blade." His voice said, mild gentleness there. The boy sitting in almost the center looked innocent. But that, of course, was why he trusted objects. He could read everything about them...
~ - Present Day - ~
He wore an expensive suit, tailored to fit him perfectly. Though he hadn't aged a day, something about him seemed more mature. Perhaps he'd been capable of hiding the cruelty. Or hiding the little inflections that indicated the very pain of his existence. There were so few beings even remotely capable of remembering him - and none of them seemed to enjoy him for very long.
The silk tie was tied properly, and adjusted so that it sat just beneath the collar. He had a ring on his left hand's middle finger, bearing a coat of arms not seen for hundreds upon hundreds of years. He loved the bridge, and though he could get a similar view at the top of Bucklands, this was better. The breeze was always tainted with water.
But he was expecting no one. He'd always managed to make an entrance, and the similarly, defiled bodies left in the underworld would let everyone know there was a player in town who would not be pushed around.
There had been a dark, black blade left in one's chest, and the demon's face was a mask of tortured horror. After a short time, though, the blade faded away... leaving no trace but the jagged, serrated cut that only it could make.
It wasn't a challenge - but then again, the paint chips from the bridge, and the water in its hair might very well make someone assume otherwise.
"And the Angel said to the Devil...'I like what you stand for.'"
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Re: Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Reply #1 on Dec 8, 2008, 10:11am »
The Past
Itzpaplotl had always been a bored God. He sat for hours upon the same cushion meditating, giving fortunes and taking them away, judging the wicked and praising the good. He was used as this kind of God, a lie detector of sorts, many of the cruelest punishments that the Aztec’s had were all due to his sick mind at work. He was a selfish God as well, as the bodies of many beautiful women lay deceased and preserved with magic all around him, he liked the company of beautiful women but found that the silence he enjoyed best would not come to him unless he did something about there ever flapping full lips.
Naturally anything that made that wretch of a woman hate him more was desirable to the little God. Speaking of which, he’d seen her from the corner of his eyes during his meditation, she and most of his usual babysitters had fled the temple a few hours earlier and since then he’d heard nothing but screaming from far below him. He chose to ignore it though the people cried out to their God for help, he could see his remaining guards trembling at the site below them, but as they could not leave their post he could not leave this seat to go and help his people. Lest that woman have another reason to return and yell at him, if the did even one thing out of step the jig would be up and he’d be executed. The Aztec’s were just that kind of unforgiving people.
Black hair fell in a wash of inky darkness down his brown back, half of it tied in to neat braids and looped the rest cascading in silken waves down his back. He rose from his chair jade paint decorated his body in intricate patterns, swirling here and there, wrapping around his throat and leaving claw like swipes on his cheeks. The runes on his stomach written in blood were originally of binding but that woman could not hold his power and now it was more of a decoration, his favorite to be exact. Bones chimed around his throat and his nipples lay pierced with tiny bells, he’d ripped that priestesses arm off the time she’d tried to kill him and used her bones to create the pendants as a reminder to her not to trifle with a God.
Tay stood on the cushion quietly and tilted his head, a being was approaching and he was not sure if it was human or not. It had been a long time since he’d felt another such as himself so close by. Quietly his honey eyes narrowed as each of his guards seemed to vanish in a haze of violence, a faint smile touched his lips and perfect English heavily accented left his lips.
”Welcome to my Place of Worship. I am Itzpaplotl, who might you be?”
Present Day
Tay swung his legs over the thick wire that kept the bridge joined and held it up from the Ocean. He loved high places and he figured he’d gotten used to being above everyone else when he’d been a God reincarnated in Mexico. Quietly he swung his legs back and forth slowly with the rolling of the ocean waves. His honey eyes seemed bland and bored, his expression seemed to be stuck like that ever since the Angel had left him a few days prior. He had not searched for his beloved nor had he been in a rush to return to the Underworld.
It had only been recently that he’d been told about the murders in the Underworld, some demons seemed to be having fun in his abscenece and that was inexcusable. With a Sigh Tay leaned backwards and fell from the pyre he’d been sitting on. Falling gracefully backwards towards the ground he allowed his honey eyes to stare at the sky as it grew farther and farther away. It saddened him somewhat to be returning the land, he preferred being up in the air, it felt more homey to him.
Twisting his body and landing on the balls of his feet at the very last second, Tay’s eyes still on the ground slowly rose. He’d landed in front of someone, and there was a dim air of past knowledge that seemed to exude from the person. His eyes scowered the legs before him before rising to the ring with its coat of arms then up his arm to his chest then to his face. Tay felt the bored expression freeze in place, before a slow grin twisted the corners of his mouth up.
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Re: Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Reply #2 on Dec 8, 2008, 10:35am »
Had it been any other man, there might have been a flicker of fear. A moment of terror. Something was vaguely impressive about the boy, sitting on his cushion amidst the bodies of women who were incapable of motion and decomposition, it seemed. Life had left their form, and as such, they were nothing more than objects. Objects he could read, if he chose to. They wouldn't lie to him - they couldn't. That was the beauty of his talents, as meager as they had once seemed to him... and the one who had cursed him to this meaningless existence.
His form held no shudder, nor any mote of compassion. He had come for something specific - and he would not leave until he got it. There was always the possibility of confrontation - after all, he could feel something from this boy. Something unknown, something treacherous. But nevertheless, his eyes were passive, as the question came from the lips of a seeming angel. His accent would no doubt touch the mind of people around him and send them to madness if the boy so wished it...
But not this man.
This man the world had forgotten.
"My name is no more important than yours, child. But you do me a great service, eliminating further obstacles for me." He said, issuing a slight wave over the bodies. "So for that, I will grant you a boon. My name is Etrigann." There were tales that giving away your name was like signing a death warrant. Even he who had trained him told him so. But that was a long time ago, when magic was more pure. More volatile. Now, it was... different. At least, that was how he felt.
"Now... I say again, young Itzpaplotl." His words flowed smoothly, as if the name was not tricky, though it would send other Spaniard's tongues dancing. "I am here for the Hunter Twin's blowgun, and the Obsidian Blade. Will you help me further, or will I be forced to find it on my own?"
~ - Time Lapse: The Present - ~
There was a rush of motion, that to most people might have been beyond their vision. But he was a master of combat, and he knew how to react to such surprises. There were little tells - the slightest tensions in his muscles, the way his legs flexed ever so slightly, the way his feet rocked in the incredible comfortable leather shoes. He was ready to move - a demon, more than likely.
And yet, there was that cherubic face. Almost as unchanged as his own.
"Stranger indeed." He said, his voice calm and collected, the only hinting of recognition being the slightest tilt of his brows upward. It was indeed a surprise, and someone like him did not encounter surprises often enough to hold that expression in check. His hands did, however, leave their steady position in front of him. Did he expect a frontal assault? Did he expect an assault at all?
Perhaps. Considering the way the past played out, it was more than likely. But that, of course, was in the past. He refused to dwell there, for only pain could truly exist in the past. Happiness was something meant for the present, until it faded back and became a painful memory. Everyone forgot. Everyone died. That was his life. How could anything in the past hold love for him?
"It has been quite some time, Itzpaplotl. Though, I am not surprised you have survived this long." There was just the slightest tug at the corner of his lips. A smile. For all his stoicism, someone - even a potential enemy - capable of remembering him always brought a smile to his face. It was almost as if memory was his eternal diffuser. Of course, Itzpaplotl wouldn't know that - they had not met since then.
His hands were outstretched, after a moment, and in them, a latticework frame slowly flickered into existence. It was cylindrical, with odd, jagged points hanging from the end. As if pulled from some other dimension, color began to fill in the lines that steadily became thicker and wider, before, after a moment, he was holding a blowgun.
"I accomplished my task - with your help, of course."
"And the Angel said to the Devil...'I like what you stand for.'"
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Re: Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Reply #3 on Dec 8, 2008, 11:03am »
The Past
Itzpaplotl stared at this new comer; quietly he stepped away from the mass of cushions. Moving gracefully the loin cloth brushing his muscled thighs as he glided over the bodies and stood on clear ground to stare at the man with dead honey eyes the smile remaining in place though this man could probably tell it was fake. He quietly made a mental note to work on his expressions; he would need too appear human in the future after all. He listened quietly to the mans request and did not give away the fact that the obsidian blade lay sheathed to his ankle like a malicious piece of jewelry.
’There are many Obsidian Blades in this village, Etrigann. As for the Blowgun you search for, you need only travel south and find the Chief of the Maya to obtain that particular God killer.’
Lifting a brown hand to his boyish face he smoothed his hand under his lifeless honey colored eye, it was an automatic motion expressing his exhaustion. His eyes slid past the hunter and his lids lowered his smile lowering. His features lay completely dead as he watched the carnage behind the stranger. There were bodies piled up burning at the steps of the pyramid, the curtains parted quietly at the back of the room but he heard the soft hush and saw Etrigann’s eyes slide over to the place where the curtain was. A woman stepped foreward she was dressed in white silk, slit high on her thighs and spilling between her legs with each step, her breasts covered in the white silk that was laced at the back. The chink of her jade ankle bangles reached his ears before her bell like voice did.
Glancing over his shoulder he narrowed his eyes quietly though the look was unfinished with no real emotional intent in the facial annoyance. The woman spoke in the language that was neither Spanish nor Brazilian but a strange mix of the two future languages, she voiced her fear to her God and kneeled holding on to his loin cloth. Itzpaplotl ignored her, he stared at Etrigann for a moment before in a flickering of motion the woman was no longer beside him. Her scream echoed from behind them as she fell down the stairs from the pyramid towards the Spaniards that were like jackals circling the bottom of the pyramid.
’Make no mistake, I love my people, I just grow tired of their constant neediness. I feel like a father raising a bunch of spoiled brats.’
Itzpaplotl stared up at Etrigann then, his honey eyes silent as always but there was a darkness around them now. It was clear that he was not giving the blade up easily, it meant nothing really to him but this man intrigued him and giving it up now would mean that he would go on his way and Itzpaplotl was a vindictive God if not a selfish God and he would have what he desired.
The Present
Tay smiled, he’d definitely gotten better at facial expressions since the last time they had met. Smoothing his hand through his black spikes Tay stared at Etrigann with an almost forlorn expression before finally laughing.
’I imagine the Mayan Chief was not entirely happy with you?’
Knowing Etrigann he’d probably killed the man and taken it from his belt without a backwards glance. It eased his mind a little to know that somewhere in the world there was someone else suffering through the generations apathetically as he was. Watching events with barely a nod, merely recording them in to a memory then storing them away in the backs of their minds. Tay glanced out at the ocean again quietly before turning back to stare at Etrigann.
’Tell me, what has become of my blade?’
He had a feeling that the murderer that had been slaying demons in the underworld was standing before him. Had Etrigann known of his status in the Underworld and come looking for him once more as he’d been meaning to search for the other during his time of retribution in his Travels away from this place? Tay silenced the thought that this man had come to find him, it was self centered and so very like the old Itzpaplotl. But he couldn’t seem to help himself, thinking with such an old wise mind while staring at this man that boasted of his conquest so boldly on a public street.
Though that did not bother him, anyone listening would surely think them crazy or think themselves a little on the insane side. With a shrug of his shoulders Tay passed his honeyed gaze over the trinket that seemed perfectly preserved and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he raised his eyes back to Etrigann.
’I assure you that little trinket would not kill the Gods. Though it is pleasing to look at, it brings back memories.’
Tay trailed off quietly, he did not entirely wish to remember his willing imprisonment in the Religion of the Aztec’s it was both troublesome and a tender area in the childs mind, though his body had barely aged at all from that small boy that was the terror of the Aztec’s his mind was seasoned and old and sometimes one bad memory dragged a heaping helping up with it.
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Re: Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Reply #4 on Dec 11, 2008, 11:25am »
~ - Time Lapse: The Past - ~
"Something tells me..." He stepped towards the boy. He was almost a full head taller than he, though of course, there did not seem to be too much in the way of age difference. They were both young - in appearance only, of course. Neither of them were young nor had they been for some time.
As much as the world had forgotten them, it would seem that some people could not be kept away from each other. There were so few people left that could even comprehend of such beings, and yet he had stumbled upon one here, in search of a weapon. This was a fruitful occasion - even if it would be short-lived, in comparison to the two of them.
"I think, dear boy, that only the God of this land would hold this particular prize - being a prize himself, that is. It is also known as the Sacrificial Blade, if I remember correctly." He said, reaching out a hand. It was tentative - no damage to his figure would be permanent, but it would still be heavily irritating, and quite painful - to lose an appendage. But he doubted, even a God such as this, would revolt at the touch of another sharing his plight. His curse.
Words of the blowgun were carefully stored, though for now, they would be ignored. The important time was now, and the situation would only get worse behind them. He had no care for the bloodshed of the Aztecs, nor for the spaniard's golden cruelty. They would forget him - if they had not already done so by now. Right now, his eyes were only for this boy. The boy who could see him without that haze of magic that the accursed Merlin had placed upon him so long ago.
He tilted his head slightly, and offered him the vaguest of smiles. It was not cruel, but it was certainly cold. Anyone who had lived for two hundred or more years typically adopted this stance - or at least, that's when he adopted his.
"The lives of men and women are minute. There is only so much care that can be given for them - people like us could never spare any for ourselves if we cared for every person we ever met. They would eventually wither away, die, and be replaced." He took an unnecessary breath. "Or at least, that is how it will be for you."
That hand stopped only an millimeters from the boy's face, the enamel of his fingernails would be grazing fur if the boy had any.
"So for now, all I do is relish the time I have with those who will not so easily fade away." Ironi, since he himself would always fade from memory. His eyes narrowed on the smaller figure's. "And you're the first I've met." Was that... lust... in his eyes? Or something more carnal than even that?
~ - Time Lapse: Present - ~
"The Chief did not last long enough to voice his displeasure with my suggestion." Etrigann replied, with only the slightest hint of a shrug. After all, there was no possibility that the chief would last more than a moment against Etrigann's spear - the man had been strong at some point, but when Etrigann had reached him, he was nothing more than another slob dressed in riches and finery, giving praise to false gods in hope for false miracles.
It had sickened him.
Nevertheless, he'd taken the blowgun. Or at least, he'd analyzed it, before destroying it, as he did with all of his artifacts. Tacitly, he looked over the boy he'd left in that temple so long ago. They'd both had a good time, if his memory served - and it always did.
"It is resting at the bottom of a volcano. We both know that it would not be destroyed, though I could not have someone using it against me at some future time. It is far too tedious and time-consuming to recover from injury." He healed far too quickly for it to be a real concern, but then again, when he dated over a millenia, time stretched out far too far beyond him.
He tossed the Image of the blow gun over the side of the bridge. It would decay in a few minutes anyways - he'd placed so little of his power in to it, that it wasn't even going to last ten whole ones. It was why he ignored the quip about how it would not harm a God. Sometimes - superstitions were just that.
"I had heard..." He said, keeping his eyes on the boy. "That the god Itzpaplotl had come to this town. That he nested among the devils, and consorted with a witch." News always came to those with his resources, and with his particular power, he had quite a lot of resources.
His focus never changed, and his eyes rarely blinked, as if he were trying to gauge his reaction. "Though - I could not find your nest. Or your witch. Tell me, is he worth the pain he will bring you in the future?" He asked, his voice holding some note of compassion. It was a lot - as Tay would well know - to bring up any form of emotion after so long. It was easy to forget, when you yourself were constantly forgotten.
"And the Angel said to the Devil...'I like what you stand for.'"
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Re: Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Reply #5 on Dec 11, 2008, 12:15pm »
-The Past-
Itzpaplotl closed his eyes and parted his lips at the feel of his hand so close. Quietly he turned his face in to that gentle touch and opened his gold eyes to stare at Etrigann. He had heard everything he said but he did not like to have to face it so bluntly. Rolling his eyes he stared across the room feeling the mans touch on his soft flesh much like fire through his skin. He contemplated what he had said, but before he realized much he'd stepped in to the man and pressed his body lightly against the others. He was a small creature, with an appearance that was both delicious and fragile. His skin the color of cinnamon and his eyes like golden honey, his full lips parted and his breath was sweet unlike most of the others here he really did give off the impression of a god. For his power pressed tightly against those who could feel it, like a soft blanket that tried to suffocate you with the pressure of its wonder. 'Why do you say such sad things Etrigann...? What has the world done to you?'
His slender arms reached up, his delicate hands pressed to the others cheeks. Unlike most men's hands his were soft and with his skin being this close the scent of blood and the earthy scent of the forest all around dominated the other man's senses. He was well versed in many weapons, after all back when he was born he had been a knight despite his stature, he'd proven himself but even after using so many swords and shields not a callous or blister tainted his hands. His nails weren't chipped and brittle nor was his skin marred or marked anywhere. It was as if he had stepped in to this realm from one far greater and the mysterious look that tainted his honey eyes seemed to clinch it.
'What has this awful world done to you that would take away your hope for these fragile creatures? Shouldn't we enjoy them as long as we can? It's seldom we find someone with longevity such as ours...should we be lonely? I think...that that is greater suffering than losing someone...a human can always be replaced but being alone...'
He shivered, he remembered losing his way still. He remembered laying curled and bloody in the middle of a forest that he didn't understand. He remembered being surrounded by people he didn't recognize and hearing voices he could not register. It was a terrifying thing and at that moment he had truly wished for death to claim him; but alas here he stood...his body pressed against what felt like a wondrous opportunity.
The Present
'Hn, I don't suppose he did.'
Smoothing a hand through his hair, he glanced sideways. It was a somewhat nervous gesture he'd taught himself when he realized that the fact that he could be still and just stare at someone for hours irked most of the people he knew. But he was also thinking, who was it that had spoken these things to Etrigann? No one was supposed to know about his relationship with Trevor; well...no one outside his inner circle. He cracked the knuckles on one hand and turned his gaze down to the hand, the person would be obliterated on site if he ever figured it out.
'Itzpaplotl...I haven't been called that in almost five hundred years. As of present my name is Taylor.'
He rarely introduced himself as such since he never allowed anyone to call him Taylor. Only those he felt worthy of the name were allowed to call him Taylor, and Etrigann had earned his respect many a century ago. He grinned a little hearing about his blade, he missed the thing, though it was primitive and his new blade was far more advanced and much scarier looking he quite enjoyed dousing the blade in blood. After all the blade seemed to absorb the hatred of all those sacrificed by him and too him, making it a malignant artifact that seemed possess negative powers and effect those around it. 'And why would you be searching for my home? Or my Witch?'
His voice darkened, was Etrigann thinking of trying something with Trevor? If so he'd have to be put in his place or sated once more. No one was to harm Trevor, he wasn't the same child he'd been five hundred years ago, he had new powers now and he was stronger. He was apart of a triumvirate of power so vicious that demons and witches ran screaming from the very mention of it, one of his eyes slowly bled red and he staggered clutching his stomach as he doubled over in pain collapsing in to Etrigann's suddenly outstretched arms. His cheek lay nestled in to his chest; the anger he'd suddenly felt at Etrigann for even searching for Trevor had excited the beast growing inside of him, and when it moved it hurt incredibly. His voice was strained as he whispered the last part cuddled in against the familiar warmth of a delicious body.
'Haven't we already had this conversation, Etri? You know how much I hate to be alone...'
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Re: Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Reply #6 on May 7, 2009, 9:32am »
Time Lapse: The Past
The shivering form in his arms only served to make him hesitate. After all, he did not have many long conversations - people whom lost track of him often did so far too quickly. The curse, so long ago placed upon him, made him impossible to remember. Impossible to everyone but a very select few - this child being the first of whom he'd ever encountered. Perhaps that was what had melted and formed this man into the callous person he was.
The scent of the wilds filled his nostrils, enticing him to at least return words.
"I have lived for a very long time. I have seen the risings and the fallings of empires - I have taken part in most of them. I have seen the treachery and the pain that each of them inflicts on each other - remorseless, angry, hateful. It is a power like I have never seen, nor ever deduced the source of. Their hearts are so much more black than the darkest devil whom I have met in my travels. Through it all, they care not. Not for the past, and not for love. Not for those of us forced to see it without all of the pretty ornaments they decorate it with."
He shook his head, not particularly violently - but his hands on the child's shoulders were. He looked down at him - there was a fierceness. "They do not just leave in death. They leave when they choose. Enjoying them ceased being an option long ago - they do not enjoy themselves. How can I pretend to? Loneliness is what we are cursed with. Now - the knife." His voice had grown cold, though he was holding back much of what he felt. Humanity could be saved, if only someone like him would step forward.
Interlaced latticework shimmered and shone in his grasp - soft blues and reds that congealed into a long, wicked looking spear. Something he had picked up long ago, and in his hands, just as deadly as the man who'd once wielded it.
--Time Lapse: The Present.--
"The last conversation ended poorly. Through no fault of yours, of course." That proper eloquence that seemed lost in this age still marred his voice. He spoke with a delicacy that would cause envy in even the most royal of royalties - he was a true inheritor of a legacy that the kings of England could only wish for.
He held him, though this time, there was no stress. No violence. He'd been wounded - by the Witch, no doubt. The Itzpaplotl that Etrigann had once known found enjoyment in the mortals, but this time, there was more. Etrigann could see that something was amiss with the boy he'd met more than centuries before.
There was something else missing. A warmth that he'd long since expected. But there was no metaphor in that thought - the warmth was seemingly gone from his body. Perhaps Etrigann would indeed pay this witch a visit - though those thoughts would be left on his own.
"Taylor... why would you think I would search for you? I crave memory - and when I heard of you, I thought that of all others I have met in my life, you might be one that could hold on to a strand of my existence. You know my curse..." He said, with the slightest shake of his head - his chin touching soft spikes of hair. Neither of them had aged, but they had both certainly changed. The only question being, of course, in what direction had they gone?
"I wanted to see you again. I have heard only rumors - the stones speak more than the demons I killed, of course, but I above all others know how to listen to them. I know of what you've gained, and what you've lost. Of the power you've grown, and of the weakness you acquired. Your guards speak so low of you now. I was concerned."
He heard whispers and screams. Shouts and muttered plottings. The Triad was a fearsome foe, but that, of course, did not change the aspirations of those with power. Those who spoke of their weakening. Still, perhaps that was why Etrigann was here now.
"Why did you try so hard to hide?" He asked, his voice remaining quiet, his arms tightening in as best a comforting gesture as he could manage, over this time.
"And the Angel said to the Devil...'I like what you stand for.'"
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Re: Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Reply #7 on May 7, 2009, 10:48am »
The Past
Itzpaplotl's voice came sharp like a crack of thunder through a clear sky.
'You're hurting me!'
His voice was that of a child that had been confronted by an angry stranger in the streets, only as he stared up at Etri with sadness washing across his features it was all too obvious that there was no real emotion in the cry at all, it had been merely a triggered response to a certain degree of pain. He felt the tightness of Etri's fingers and his honey eyes soaked in the viciousness of his glare. He tilted his head as he requested the knife again and for a moment Itzpaplotl wondered if he should give in.
Slowly he leaned up and wrapped his arms around Etri's shoulders, there was real warmth in his voice and it felt nice to speak with such rich emotion for once.
'Don't be mad at me...Human's deserve a chance, as annoying and fleeting their lives are...they deserve a chance.'
Slowly he brushed his full pale lips against Etri's, the feel of his mouth curving gently over his was something new to him. Up until now the only other man he'd ever kissed, ever been too intimately had been his servant Daehurk. But this...this was different, it was softer somehow and he had a feeling he wouldn't come out of this kiss with tattered lips and stained with blood. Tay pulled back his cinnamon skin flushed, splashes of faint pink decorated his body as his honey eyes found Etri's once more.
He didn't want him to be angry, they truly were two of a kind. History's shadows, the darkest regions of peoples minds, he wondered if anyone would remember him, if his name would appear in text books and the like. He smiled a little and for once it wasn't empty. Slowly he felt The press of the spear behind him, he gently gripped Etri's shirt and lowered his head.
'Why do you want it so badly?'
He looked up at Etri his golden eyes confused though whatever emotion he'd been ready to display had vanished with the feel of the spear beside him. He kept his body molded feebly against Etri, if he wanted to push him away it would be simple, but he wouldn't give him the blade now...not when it was the only thing tying them together aside from their curse.
The Present
Taylor rolled his eyes up to stare at the man that was so gently holding him compared to that bruising grip he remembered from the past, or the harsh way he'd been thrown to the floor. He sniffed faintly and smiled, he still smelt the same, underneath all of that was still that burning smell. How could anyone forget him? He pressed closer willing himself to drown in the scent that was Etrigann.
His voice when he spoke next was weak, whether from the attack he'd just suffered or the fact that he was so engulfed in the senses of this man that everything else seemed so small, so much more menial than this.
'I remember...How could I forget? Your memory is carved in to my skin, flowing through my blood, you are as much apart of me as my magic...Etrigann.'
Tay's eyes flashed up, his lips pursed but there was a drowning look to his face that said he was more than happy to die right now in Etrigann's arms but then he gasped and pushed away, his arms hung loose at his sides as in a hurried back step he put about four yards of space between them.
Trevor
What he was doing would hurt him wouldn't it? But now that he wasn't in Etrigann's arms anymore he felt cold and alone...hadn't he been here contemplating the logistics of his relationship with Trevor? Hadn't he been trying to convince himself that it wasn't safe to be with Trevor? That the boy would probably die if he stayed with him, either that or he would be forced to chose. He closed his eyes and groaned feeling the beast jerk and roll, languishing, inside of him. He wondered if his desperation to feel Etrigann against him once more was as visible on his face as it was screaming in his heart and body.
'Why did I hide...?'
His voice came out somewhat crooked as he poised the question to himself in his mind. Why had he hid? Because people were trying to kill him and with Sahari and Jasper out of town it was hard enough as it was to keep the illusion that the Triad was just as strong apart as they were together alive and kicking? He hissed faintly and rubbed at his hair, why was it that he lost his cool, his composure around Etrigann, it was as if the man stripped him of everything he was and he hated that kind of weakness.
'I wasn't hiding...I was merely harder to find than usual.'
He managed to make the words sound churlish even though he was still obvious fighting his need to leap in to Etrigann's arms and have him a welcome back taste of those familiar lips. Now that he'd been so close and seen his mouth from the view he had when he was younger, he could clearly feel the trail that same mouth had made on his body years ago...though a rather disturbing thought entered his mind. Since him no one had topped him, no one. He narrowed his eyes then grinned wondering what it would be like to see him squirming beneath his skilled fingers and screaming out Taylor...or Itzpaplotl instead of the other way around.
He felt the heat before he could stop it and knew that his face was probably an open book to Etrigann who had to have been getting a kick out of watching him preen over memories like a highschool girl meeting up with her ex boyfriend at a bar with her new one. He groaned, so now he was an awkward teenage girl? God something was seriously wrong with him.
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Re: Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Reply #8 on May 23, 2009, 4:32pm »
Time Lapse: The Past
"They don't. I will not be the one to give them that chance. No mortal will be worth what I have lost - not with the things they choose to do. There is not a good one left, selfishness and greed being the only thing that drives them. Look at the massacre I have incited here, with only the first hint of gain. Those men are worth nothing." He said, his voice remaining utterly neutral. To anyone else, even with his arms around them, he would be an all but faded memory. Itzpapalotl held on to him like he didn't want to forget. It was slowly starting to ease the bitterness he felt.
That didn't stop him from pressing that spear more firmly in to him. Eyes narrowed on that form, that previous fire and anger turning into dust. His emotions had become dull and lifeless over the centuries, and it was only on occasion that they flared to life. This boy who was trying to peel back the layers of hatred he'd developed for the humans who could pass by him without so much as a second glance.
"That is all I am now, Itzpapalotl. A hunter. A gatherer of things that mark this world. I will have them all, and with their power, break the curse that the world's most powerful wizard placed upon me." He finally responded. "That Knife is just another relic that I will claim. It is meaningless unless someone uses it." He finished, before closing his eyes. "I do not want things to remain meaningless around me." His chin would be placed gently on the boy's spiked hair.
"I won't let you be meaningless now, either. I have destroyed your civilization - and for that I will at least feign apology." He pulled the spear back, and drove it into the stone as though the stone were nothing more than hay or grass. That hand lifted the boy's chin up - gently, for once - and he slipped his cool, pale lips over the fiery cinnamon smile that the boy possessed.
For today, he would gain the knife. Not through force, but feeling. "Come with me, and I will show you things." He now held the boy's hand - Itzpapalotl, the god-child, would be his before the day was done. Then he would claim his prize.
[fade out]
Time Lapse: The Present
It was almost amusing. His own quandary had been their focus in the past. His resilient stress, all of the anger and angst that had forced him to wipe out an entire civilization. To see Itzpapalotl - Taylor - floundering now, was a moment of irony. He'd held such conviction back then, and each time they met - which ended very similarly - to see him like this now was simply... amusing.
Perhaps it was their heritage. Taylor could handle most things better than he, but when it came to matters of the heart, Taylor, quite frankly, seemed to have nothing with which to base his experience on.
"You hid to protect your witch, I think." He said, softly, approaching him once more. He wasn't going to let a little thing like distance squander this circumstance. He might not see Taylor again for another century or more. Slipping his hands around his waist, he slipped his chin on the younger one's head as he'd done all those years before.
"I can feel your body changing. I can feel the thing inside you crawling and clawing its way out." He was not an amazing witch, but time and experience gave him quite the edge on most. He was timeless, and it was nothing for him to recognize the presence of another. "It scares you." He said, quietly, keeping his voice gentle. There were few people left on the bridge, and it seemed none even noticed them. Proximity, no doubt, was making even Tay hard to spot.
A subtle kiss was placed on the side of his neck - that spot even now he remembered made Taylor purr, metaphorically speaking.
"Is your opinion of mortals still so high? After all the things we've been through - lifetimes of war and chaos and disease, most of which was brought on by the piteous creatures themselves... even now, they come closer to destroying the world than any demon has ever come. Yet you still harbor something like love for one." There was no contempt, or even pity in his voice. Rather, there was a touch of understanding. As if something might have changed in him, perhaps.
"What would you do if I could offer you freedom from the beast within?" He asked, tugging the boy - no, the man, now - closer to him.
"And the Angel said to the Devil...'I like what you stand for.'"
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Re: Meeting Again [ Tay ] « Reply #9 on May 23, 2009, 8:46pm »
The Past
[Fade In]
Itzpaplotl lay curled on the ground far away from the screams of his people. One of his hands lay twisting and tugging at the soft blades of grass that carpeted the ground beneath him...them. He slowly glanced over his shoulder his eyes appearing green against the backdrop of grass, he slowly followed the trim of Etri's cheeks, sliding down his neck and across his bare shoulders. A faint blush touched his own cheeks as he saw the scratches on his back, the hickey's decorating his chest and stomach, Itz had definitely gotten carried away, but he wasn't about to regret anything, in fact each mark decorating Etri's body would serve as a reminder, he wouldn't forget the tingling feel of his flesh between his teeth and the rush of blood that moved to the surface of his skin as he suckled.
Itz slowly rolled his body over, he'd had enough of curling on his side with his blood stained hips pressing against Etri's stomach. It had been centuries since he'd last made love this way, since he'd last been pressed in to the ground and ridden until he screamed, he slowed his pace in rolling over to stare at Etri's face...those eyes peered back at him, his hand idly ran over the blade sheathed to his ankle still, slowly Itz moved his leg back, he was now more than ever reluctant to hand the blade over to him. The last thing he wanted was for Etri to snatch the blade, say this was all a mistake and then leave him laying there. Very slowly Itz finished his roll and pressed his body against Etri's his leg moving away from the soft persistent stroking of his lovers hand.
"Are you going to take it and go now?"
His voice sounded foreign in the whisper of the forest, even the grass gently slipped away as though unsure of these two strangers in the forest. Itz rolled on top of him gently, his body ached but in ways that he would never want to lose the pain, it was sentimental and it felt good, just like he would never want the man beneath him to leave his side. Bu they traveled two different paths...and as much as he wished he were truly a God so that he could change their destinies. But he knew such a thing would be impossible.
"If I give this blade to you...I am giving you the symbol of my divinity. What do I get return?"
The Present
Taylor felt those arms squeeze him tight, wrap around his waist and press him closely. He felt the frimness of Etri's chin press against his hair and a sigh issued past his lips. He was so comfortable in his arms, he felt so weak he had no idea why he was so close to breaking down in those familiar arms. His golden eyes flashed over his shoulder as he stared up at Etri, he fought to keep his face neutral but something was wrong, something was happening inside of him that was stripping him of all his control. A soft sound issued past his lips and he struggled to bend over but the tightness of Etri's arms kept him standing up straight and grounded to the spot.
"What if I what...?"
He glanced up at Etri once more and felt his vision going red. Blood was seeping in to the whites of his eyes, he would need to get this under control soon, this was why he'd gone in to hiding. His body wasn't his anymore, at this very spot the Angel of Destiny had told him the story of his future. He was to be food for the darkest being in the world, the parasite feeding at the center of him was slowly rotting away his control, his insides, he wouldn't be himself soon and Etri was right...it terrified him.
"You ever watched a spider kill its victims Etrigann? They will inject a venom into them and then suck out their insides...maybe lay eggs in the carcass...who knows. So yes...I'm terrified of this thing inside of me..."
His voice hiccuped at the end and he sighed, feeling Etri's lips against his throat. He sighed softly and dragged his nails softly across Etri's arms and his mind flashed their intimate moments, he felt his nails in his back all over again but forced himself to focus.
"I don't have much time left...and there are loose ends I need to tie up...but if I had the option to remove this thing from inside of me...I don't know if I'd do it..."
He remembered screaming at the Angel begging her to save his life so that he wouldn't kill Trevor...but this was his destiny...would he really have the courage...rather would he be a coward and force this suffering away from himself? Miss the chance at incredibly power...the power to rule...to be known...to be loved. He just didn't know.
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