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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 7, 2010 21:59:59 GMT -7
"It can't be nothing, Rosie," Daemon said quietly, whether out of emotion or lack thereof, no one would know. He couldn't tell himself.
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Post by Cute on Nov 7, 2010 22:04:51 GMT -7
"It was.. you must be hallucinating.."
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 7, 2010 22:07:34 GMT -7
Daemon immediately brought a hand to his forehead, and when she mentioned the part about hallucinations, he found that he was, actually, hallucinating. Golden butterflies* began to flutter around his vision, and he found his eyelids falling closed.
ooc: * - inspired by Cowboy Bebop The Movie: Knocking On Heaven's Door
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Post by Cute on Nov 7, 2010 22:08:38 GMT -7
Rosie didn't look concered or anything. She immediately left the shelter and ventured into the forest.
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Post by Cute on Nov 7, 2010 22:10:33 GMT -7
ooc.
I Gotts To Go.
Bai. c:
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 7, 2010 22:13:56 GMT -7
ooc: Okay, bye Rosie!
bic: Daemon hardly noticed. He was too occupied with his realm of fantasy in which had extruded from his mind. He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, while hallucinatory butterflies flew around him and his shelter. The wound was getting worse.
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Post by Cute on Nov 7, 2010 22:15:17 GMT -7
A shadow, somehow entered his shelter. It was short and had noticable neon yellow eyes. It grinned as it cleansed Daemon's wound. After this was done, it disappeared.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 7, 2010 22:20:42 GMT -7
The cleansing went unnoticed, but began to heal lightly. It would remain there, tender for awhile, but was no longer life-threatening.
Though due to a lack of sleep, the demon still hallucinated. Or maybe, he just dreamed.
He saw Rosie, and she gave herself to him without any further contradictions. They were married, and in the next moment, she was with child. There was a great display of kisses and embraces, and his heart ached to feel that again. Not with anyone but his beloved Drelf.
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Post by Cute on Nov 8, 2010 15:52:10 GMT -7
Rosie:..I Hate Children..
Me:..So Do I. xD
Rosie was fast asleep underneath her favorite pine, dreaming of her parents. But somehow not of Daemon.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 8, 2010 16:23:44 GMT -7
ooc: Oh how delightful xD
bic: He felt alone and abandoned. Daemon just laid there, staring. What else was there for him to do?
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 0:21:47 GMT -7
Rosie finally stirred. She was depressed and filled with agony. She was turned on her back and felt empty. Rosie began to be flooded in thoughts. Their first kiss. Their first encounter. She remembered it clearly. Daemon had appeared out of nowhere, and at once Rosie was in love. She had kissed him on the spot. Over a course of months, she was always with him. How had he'd been the one to fall in the hole in her life, when others tried and failed? Soft tears swelled in her eyes at thoughts of the blond demon. Rosie stretched her arms to feel the soft grass beneath her. The insignia was clearly marked on her shoulder. What Rosie would give to reverse time and had never met him, to keep him out of harms way..
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 9, 2010 10:23:08 GMT -7
Daemon decided enough was enough. He stood, anger written on his expression, and a new determination filled him. He dressed in clothes of dark colours, for once pulling on a top that covered his scarred flesh (to an extent). It had a high neck which came up past his lips, and a hood that would cover his bright blonde hair. A blade was extracted from a scabbard hanging by the entryway, and immediately charged with his demon energy.
He needed Rosie. He wanted her. He loved her, no matter how impossible that was for a demon. And now, he would fight for her.
He exited his shelter after pulling on a vest with buckles interwoven in the front, and immediately made for Rosie's Glade.
When he arrived - he had traveled by teleportation - he dropped to the grass below, lithe like a panther. His amber eyes scanned his surroundings, and when he saw Rosie, his heart ached. But that only fueled his fire. He would kill Pickle for what the bastard did to Rosie. Pickle would suffer if it meant Rosie would finally be freed of the curse. Even if she never looked at him the same again, he would do it. She meant everything to him, and he wanted to free her.
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 17:34:47 GMT -7
ooc. Pickles only 4
bic. Pickle trotted over to where Rosie lied,"I got the herb for you Rosie."
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 9, 2010 18:35:39 GMT -7
ooc: I know that, but he doesn't  bic: Daemon's eyes narrowed at the sight of the small man whom he remembered to be Pickle. With a feral growl, the demon started over. "Pickle!" |
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 18:37:44 GMT -7
Rosie glanced up. "Daemon, what are you doing?" Rosie narrowed her eyes at the demon. Something was up.
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