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Post by Sileauniamh on Sept 21, 2008 22:02:10 GMT -5
Cakes stepped from behind the dressing screen to in front of the mirror looking himself over a bit. he had discarded the robe in favor of a lighter garb to minimize the pain. brown pants and matching jacket over a light blue shirt. the love clan's symbol embroidered in golden thread on the back of the jacket
and above the left knee on the pants. the logo also appeared on the black fingerless gloves on his hands that reached halfway down his forearm. his hair was shorter. it fell to just under his eyes. a bit of a thingyy smile would pull off the outfit, but he was having far to bad of a shake of it to smile.
"now Kai ... this is more like it."
he turned around, a bit shocked to see two of his doubles. one in black, and one in purple.
"faithless ... replica. what's the deal."
"cakes, cakes cakes, the robes weren't the most fun thing in the world to use. this i can go for."
faithless pulled his left glove a bit tighter
"well, buddy. if you could kick anyone in the worlds ass..."
"good point ... should we train now?"
"lets go."
It was strange to be fighting against himself, and himself. but after an hour of training he noticed he wasn't doing as well.
"cakes, cakes, cakes ... as always, your blind to the obvious and sleep through all your opportunities if you don't focus you'll always choke in fights."
"come on faith ... its not just fighting where he has those problems"
cakes forgot that he was fighting two for a moment, while enraged he threw a flurry of fists driving faith back. rage was a horrible emotion he didn't even notice the strong kick until it struck the back of his head dropping him hard to the grass, closing his eyes.
his eyes opened as he lied in a dark room. he noticed that he was lying on a hard floor, looking up a light from the left near the ceiling creating a longing shadow. he stood up as his eyes were still adjusting to his surroundings. it was then the lotus flowers showered over him. he felt as if someone was waiting for him while catching one or two petals in his gloved left hand.
"You're drifting farther, farther out of touch
I'm getting pulled away before my time
I was not the one who made the choice to let you walk away
But you said you had to leave this all behind
But I'm not so sure I want you to go
Before you push me out onto that limb
Yes I know that lightning has appeared once in this very place
But the chances of it striking twice are slim"
- Tom Brislin
Cakes Love III
(Man, It's so Loud in here)
Originally posted:Date:06 Jun 2001 14:07:00 EDT- Cakeslove
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Post by Sileauniamh on Sept 21, 2008 22:04:46 GMT -5
-=There was almost a sigh, a shifting of the shadows as they pooled around that beam of light, as the lotus petals dropped into his gloved hand. A hesitation, then came the voice, a bare whisper of sound, but then even in life she had never raised her voice, nor honestly spoke that much at all. That merest hint
of sound, then, came to him.=-
"Komban wa, Cakes ... I am sorry it took so long."
-=The shadows swirled, lovingly parting around the figure there, like a flower opening to reveal the innermost petals. She was insubstantial, pale as always with that soft golden coloring, the rarest of elves, a Kara-Turan high elf. Her hair was still a fall of black silk, like a river of ebon to brush the backs
of her thighs, her eyes still that startling midnight blue. She stepped into the light, bringing the shadows with her, her chill insubstantial fingers trailing in his black and white streaked hair. With a quick flick of her wrist, she drew one ethereal nail across his cheekbone, a line of crimson following it like a place marker. He could feel a sharp sting of pain, then the softest press of ghostly lips as she kissed that line of blood. When she
took a step back, her lips were stained crimson from that kiss and she seemed to become solid for the first time. Her arms slipped around his neck, her voice coming to him again in that bare whisper.=-
"I did promise ... though you had to meet me halfway, nani?"
Originally posted:Date:08 Jun 2001 21:23:28 EDT -Ginafae's ghost
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Post by Sileauniamh on Sept 21, 2008 22:06:11 GMT -5
For a moment or two he kept his composure through the surge of emotion. A slight flinch as she traced his cheekbone. as her arms wrapped around his neck it was as if the countdown had started so to speak. Like the rumblings before a volcano he stared into her eyes. and then the eruption, his arms wrapped
around her waist tightly as his eyes welled with tears.
"...G-gomennasai... Ginafae..."
He sighed slightly and closed his eyes. He had made some bad decisions in his time, but this one stood out the most, in his mind at least.
"i am so sorry Ginafae ... if I wasn't so blind I could have, and ... and now..."
He paused, choked up, he was overcome with emotion. His breathing was slower and his tears flowed freely. he tried to continue but only one word escaped.
"...gomennasai..."
"You're drifting farther, farther out of touch
I'm getting pulled away before my time
I was not the one who made the choice to let you walk away
But you said you had to leave this all behind
But I'm not so sure I want you to go
Before you push me out onto that limb
Yes I know that lightning has appeared once in this very place
But the chances of it striking twice are slim"
- Tom Brislin
Cakes Love III
(Man, It's so Loud in here)
Originally posted:Date:09 Jun 2001 18:13:12 EDT - Cakeslove
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