"We've been here for decades, yet you still have that
pungent smell about the words you spew at times."
The shift in hall that's filled with fallen leaves, as
all windows are opened and curtains softly wave in
breeze. Outside had changed from dreary evil town
of void, dread, ashed snow and beastly horror that
freezes blood in veins.
"You still seem pretty amazing at giving a helping
hand." – The man walks to grand piano, that's
covered in layer of dust. – "Don't you wish to see
how it starts over? Those memories do last… And
she's been there, just forgetfully dilly-dallying streets
of other places that's filled with more distaste in
human traces."
He picks up lid, as dust is flying around.
"You think she'll be back? To us?" – Long white
hair fall down the shoulders and back, the robe he's
wearing is with long sleeves. This robe changed
colour to one that's more red, although it was black
many years, instead. The pattern of yellow is mixed
in there. This robe's touching floor, as he sits in
there.
"She was, is and will be part of this realm. This
is her shadow, her gardened self. Like us," – dark
hair strand is removed from the face, he touches the
piano keys with right hand, – " there is them, that
keep roaming outside. From garden, to magic, to
those who reside in rooms filled with dust, faded
rust and old memories. We're here to wait for her, as
she waits for us too. I mean, I'd still like to kiss her
face, run my fingers through the disgrace she keeps
under clothes and calls body. I want her to moan
my name, be her 'somebody'. Then tie that girl up,
shove a knife in her side and watch her lights in eyes
go off, as she'll smile and understandingly say the lie
of 'I too, love you'. As she might."
"Not in a thousand years she'll agree to such treatment from you." – White hair falls down from
shoulder, the man gets up to wander the room that
was left hastily behind.
"And you think she'll greet you? With love and
joy, so that you'd enjoy pleasing her to death in a
grip of possessive self? You'd be pulling her out
like a book from the shelf you cannot live without.
Rereading each chapter until mind is so drunk you
cannot feel how betrayal was brought and you made
her so sweetly suffer. Oh really, dear brother? You
think you are better than me?"
The gaze of gray eyes under white haired disguise
stared at smirk and a gist from the person whose
wrist was threaded in red, as his own…
"There is no way in void you'd ever have her."
"Are you sure? Truly sure she'd look qt us like she
looked at us before?" – Tired smile with regret, as
the keys are met with fingers, yet not played at all.
– " She's older, wiser… And even if she'd look at us
like before… She would not let us play games we
did long ago. Not an inch of the shit we managed
to pull would be now near her graceful soul. I sense
she grew a warrior. I would kneel before her… I'd
kill, to have her… I truly would make all suffer in
pain and regret, just to have her met with my love
and be accepted. Dear brother, you do know what I
mean. Even though we're like so, yet we share her
as sin."
Robe was brushing the floor. Old wooden planks
were softly squeaking as he walked bare feet.
"It's been years. It's truly been years…" – Long
sleeves fall to the elbow, as raised hand traces top of
the head. – "I have waited…"
"You've waited as much as we're here." – A sharp
sigh is let out and the footsteps follow. – "You know
that you were the one to get a hold of her, when she
walked streets that night, as the monsters rampaged
all in sight. Eating souls they'd find on streets, yet
stupid enough not to seek above third floor of houses
that stand in rows. And what? Remember holding
her by hand as you walked narrow path, then up
to the stairs and here to the hallways of residing
despairs that were, what? Six of us? Back in time
that was us up on this goddamn floor, playing hide
and seek, surviving as gore during plague of that
what was not fit and ash rain and ash snow as the
seasons changed. It was a horrid, cold world… We
lived in."
Grey eyes looked right at the hall, the windows that
were opened to the outside world. His brother stood
beside him. White hair shook, as head shook, with a
memory long forgotten.
"Elyon played piano…" – He spoke.
"Which is partially rotten…" – Brother cut.
"There was the Kai and Eliot, and that…."
"That shadow brat, which would disappear, after
forging a pact. With that hell knows what. Adrian
seems to still be the asshole. Not that I'd say he is
shit…"
"But he was there when all was in blood and
no lights were lit. He proved that we could be
surviving."
"Yeah, through magic old and shitty binding."
"That was at least something he did. You plainly
hid."
"I sure did. It was absolutely horrid out there."
"And I scouted the streets of that nightmare…"
"You did well at that, yes, but let's come back to
that night when that guest arrived."
"She was scared."
"That she was."
"She was lost."
"That is true."
"And she somehow showed love for us…"
"Like we did too…"
"And she cried."
"That I remember clearly."
Both had made silence fall around clearly.
"She was first human in lands of evil." – Black hair
were rustled in breeze.
"She was first one that possessed that evil." – Grey
eyes met with green of his brothers.
"She brought our demise… Yet with graceful
change in life." – Emerald green eyes looked far
beyond the horizon line. – "She gave us hope."
"I loved her teary eyes, the way she'd cling to me
in a hug, clutching hands gripping me tight. When
she feared I might die." – Grey in the eyes and smile
had softly graced lips.
"I'd love to have her with her tight grip around me
again as well. Or how she slept close to me, and how
that warmth seethed through me, filling soul with
something maddening. I don't regret that hardening
and madness that did fall through cracks, as I bit her
back, kissed her lips and tore side of her wrist…"
– Smirk and tongue that traced lips. – "I loved the
taste of her lips."
"I miss her in all those ways too. It's a fucking
insanity to share blood with you." – Turned around
and went back to his seat on a sofa, his white hair
almost hitting brother.
"Well, let's just face it, dear brother." – Black shirt,
black trousers and shoes… Green eyes with lit fuse. –
"I remember what we both did. Not just me. So you
better wake up and see that we both greatly screwed
up with what we had. And I do wish that she comes
back."
"You mean me?" – Her dark hair, her smile and
devilish glare, the dress long and heavy. – "You sure
had grown, baby."
Her remarks hit hard on the both. They stare in
surprise at her.
"Oh, dear sweety, don't be like that. If I remember
correctly you spoke of me before um… I walked in
on your drama." – She giggles a bit. – "Oh don't be
sorry. I know how you worried, eating each others
mind apart."
He walks over, taking two steps and hugs her tight,
misbelieving that it truly could be… The smell of
heat from the skin, the warmth from within, the
same strength in embrace.
"I'm…" – His green eyes haze.
She hugs him and pats him on back.
"I know." – She said that…
The robe shifts on floor as we walks, then he hugs
her from another side, sandwiching girl in between
these guys. She snuggles against their cheeks.
"I've missed you too, you devilish geeks." – Her
softness and fondness in way she speaks… She's
back to where they could hardly please time in the
lengthy waiting for her. But this – this they could
not account for.
"I love you too. So don't smother me. We still have
that elder tea? How about some, m?" – She pecks
each cheek surrounding her.
Then body they hold begins falling apart. The
damn clay made thing of the goblins attack…
"This joke will not be tolerated at all…" – The rage
in those eyes was accounted for.
"Trust me, that was last straw for either of us. No
longer the tricksters will play with us." – Grey eyes
lit with fire to kill. Murder time will prevail, it will.
Once blood soaked two brothers came back to the
house. They've stumbled across the same lass. She's
there, sitting on the chair, right next to the old grand
piano.
They stood in a doorway, with weapons in hand,
ready to strike for all it's meant.
The music begins and two fall into stupor. The
melody played is as suitor. Same melody played only
when she was here and no longer ever did this piano
make a sound to share.
"Oh my." – She looks up, as she seeks blood soaked
figures. Then smile and a laugh escapes from this
figure. – "Good lord you two," – She says through
her laughing, – "no changes to view, you still strike
the dead for nothing."
She laughs. She gets up and walks over to both.
Her hands coming up, her palms cupping cheeks of
both.
"You really need shower." – She looks them in the
eyes. – "This blood soaked horror does not suit your
eyes."
"Is this joke?" – Grey eyes look with no speck of
hope.
"I'm not really sure." – Green eyes try to focus on
what's in front him, with more…
"You do know that there's water back now, right?"
– She looks back, smirk, sparky eyes. – "I better
hear your excuses after you look like selves, without
bloody attire to wear above all. I mean, you do like
the dirty play and all, but I rather give hug to a
cleaner you. My dear Ary," – She eyes grey eyed
gent, – " my dear Erick."
She looks at them like a mother that scolds kids.
"Well go on, you merciless twats! I ain't got the
time for bloodied brats!"
They look at each other, seethe weapons and go, to
shower as they know – she's her. Like before. Same
as always, yet definitely something more.