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Post by Val on Feb 6, 2020 22:36:36 GMT
Destrian tensed as she mentioned them, the muscles in his back rippling noticeably. He despised thinking about them, let alone speaking of them. And now that Cyra was here, pressing for information, he could feel the carefully concealed trauma bubbling to the surface. She had it all wrong. It suddenly dawned on him that she knew nothing about him or his involvement with the group. She was lucky she was not in his line of sight, for his gaze had turned violent.
"You think that I still associate with them?" his tone was baffled and defensive, "Those people were my tormentors. I was their captive- their guinea pig, long before they found you." They had destroyed his childhood and he had no memories from before his time with them. "The only reason I got away from them was because of your power." Their biggest mistake had been trusting him with the curse, thinking he was under their control when he had simply been waiting for the opportunity to be free. Perhaps he should have been grateful to Cyra, but he couldn't move on with her attached to him as a constant reminder of the past. So he had left her and everything else behind on that mountain. "I hope to never encounter them again."
He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself as he compared her description of the tether to his own. "I feel it," he breathed eventually, "To me...it feels invigorating. Powerful." He stopped himself from continuing, aware that she had clearly gotten the short end of the stick in that department. He wouldn't lie to her, but he didn't need to rub it in either.
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Post by starrea on Feb 6, 2020 23:17:46 GMT
Cyra couldn’t see his face but she didn’t have to - she could only imagine the troubled, violent look that he often wore when he got this tense. He didn’t look as young as he used to, but his face was still the same. Even after years in isolation, his face remained crystal clear in her memories.
She couldn’t stop from scowling at his defensive tone. Destrian had always kept her the dark about everything. If she hadn’t overheard his name, she was sure he wouldn’t have even told her that. He hadn’t told her about the organization, he hadn’t told her that he was even taking her and leaving them, and he hadn’t told her about leaving her up in a damn mountain. Even now, the information he was feeding her was carefully controlled and she had no idea what his long term plan for her was. It didn’t matter to him because in his eyes, she was just a weapon.
“Excuse me for not knowing. It’s not like you ever take the time and tell me anything.” She snapped right back. She gritted her teeth in irritation because she knew that now that Destrian was tense and irritated, it would be awhile before he relaxed again - not that Destrian was ever really relaxed, at least not that she had seen, but that meant that meant he wouldn’t concern himself with being decent towards her.
Cyra let out a humorless chuckle. Of course he felt powerful over her. She was the very definition of power and she was tied to him. Urgency swirled within her, not for anything specific but just for the need to do what she wanted when she wanted to do it. She didn’t even bother to ask, though, because she knew the answer. It was always no.
“Would you kill them? The people who hurt you?” Cyra was genuinely curious because she knew that without a doubt she could kill Destrian. She had pictured it so many times and in so many different ways. She had killed before, killed so many people she couldn’t keep track, but none of them had hurt her the way Destrian had. And he was the one person she couldn’t kill.
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Post by Val on Feb 7, 2020 1:29:48 GMT
Destrian allowed the storm of irritability to brew within him, not bothering to hide the side of him that Cyra probably knew better than anyone. He was a naturally prickly person, but she might be surprised to see the side that Ari brought out in him.
They reached the crest of a hill and suddenly the Raevaryn castle was visible in the distance, lit up by the impending sunrise. He halted the horse with a tug of the reigns and let her question sink in, frowning deeply. If he was being honest, his main concern had become the people of Raevaryn. He was serious when he meant he avoided thinking about his past at all costs. It only led to an endless spiral of anger that he had gone down too many times.
"Maybe," he replied honestly. If the specific people that had wronged him suddenly appeared, he knew that rage would over take him and he would do the deed. But would he seek out the group and rip them out, root and stem? No. The idea didn't appeal to him anymore. "Would you?" he wondered, the question holding double meaning. Would she kill them and him if she had the chance?
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Post by starrea on Feb 7, 2020 2:48:59 GMT
Another distinct difference Cyra had between whatever she was and others was her at-best-impassive attitude towards death. To be perfectly honest, she didn’t even know if she could die. Shortly after Destrian had left on the mountainside, she had tried to commit suicide. She had collapsed a cave and had sat there and waited for the rocks to rain down on her. And they had. She remembered them striking her down and crushing her lungs until they couldn’t expand anymore. But her damn heart just kept beating and eventually, she just clawed her way out. She didn’t really know if she couldn’t die or if her attempt had just failed, but she didn’t try again after that.
But even before the mountainside, Cyra had thrived on the destruction and death she rained down on cities. She didn’t even know how many perished because of her. She didn’t care. And then there were those she specifically targeted, the ones she made sure cracked and bled all over the earth. She just didn’t care. Besides the exhilarating rush of power and adrenaline, death wasn’t something to be feared.
People had referred to her as a psychopath in the past, but Cyra wasn’t sure if that was true. She had full capacity to empathize and love and feel all those other emotions, she just didn’t in some situations. And she didn’t crave to kill necessarily. She craved destruction and chaos and freedom. But who knows, Cyra wasn’t exactly educated. Maybe that’s exactly what she was.
Cyra nodded casually, “I’m going to kill you one day. No one else.” Being around Destrian made her realize that she was actually possessive of him in a way. She wanted to be the one to end his life. “If it makes you feel better, until I figure out how to do that, I’ll make sure no one takes that opportunity away from me.” The comment was a half-assed attempt at some humor. Still, Cyra wasn’t going to lie to Destrian, not about this. They needed each other right now, but not forever and Destrian knew firsthand how dangerous she could be.
She finally noticed the horse had stopped moving and hadn’t started back up. This caused her to finally open her eyes and look around curiously, unwinding her arms from Destrian, “Are we finally here?”
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Post by Val on Feb 7, 2020 18:14:38 GMT
Destrian's anger spiked once more. He wasn't going to passively endure her death threats. He could threaten her right back, except his actually meant something. Instead of answering her, he tightened his grip on the reigns and gave his horse two sharp kicks. This time, the mare took off at a faster pace, galloping down the hill toward the castle. He hoped to scare some sense into her, or at least shut her up for a minute.
Suddenly, he changed directions and they set off down a narrow trail toward the outskirts of the castle. Several long minutes passed before the trail began to taper off and a small, lone cabin came into view. It was a place he hadn't visited in a long time, not since he'd move into the soldier barracks, but he was grateful to see it standing and empty. He slowed the horse and came to a halt on the front lawn, swiftly dismounting. His feet had barely hit the ground before he turned and hooked an arm around Cyra's waist, dragging her down from the horse and planting her firmly on her feet, "We'll stay here for now," he told her gruffly, giving her a light shove toward the front door, "Go inside, make yourself comfortable."
Instead of making a move to follow her, he remained standing by the horse, his eyes hard, "I have some things I need to take care of. I will return in a few hours," he paused, "Don't go anywhere." Even if she had the urge to run off, he would find her.
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Post by starrea on Feb 7, 2020 19:08:48 GMT
“Sonofabitch!” The horse sprang forward and since Cyra was no longer holding onto Destrian, she damn near fell off of the horse. She blindly reached forward and grabbed onto him as if he were her lifeline until she at least somewhat regained her balance. She knew that he was trying to make a point - a point that her threats were nothing but hot air and he was still the one with the power. She didn’t have time to be angry at him though because now the horse was moving far too fast for her comfort. Even though she had an iron grip on Destrian, her body was rigid with nervousness for the rest of the ride.
Cyra didn’t finally relax until after they had stopped and even then she had to focus to relax her tense muscles. She took a moment to stretch them out but was rudely interrupted when Destrian hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her down. She shook his hands off of her with a scowl, stepping away from before looking around curiously. In front of her was a quaint cabin and from what she could see, no neighbors. A shove from behind sent her stumbling towards the door and she cast another scowl over her shoulder before walking up to it and turning the knob.
His next words caused her to stop and she turned back to look at him, disbelief flashing across her face before being replaced by anger. The last time she trusted him, he left her alone in a fucking cave. The fear of being abandoned was suddenly all too real and she felt herself choking on it, unable to find the words she wanted to scream at him.
“You better come back. You better not being lying to me.” She hissed instead, but they both knew she couldn’t do a damn thing about it if he was lying. With that, she opened the door and slammed it shut behind her without giving him a second look.
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