Post by Dollface on Sept 4, 2015 21:53:28 GMT -5
(Sorry guys, crazy-busy week and I ran out of time. I needed to get storyline and character advancement done more than I needed anything else, so here you have it)
Kelli groans, lifting her head - and abruptly abandoning the action when a sharp spike of pain stabs through her brain.
“Unnngh.”
Keeping her eyes closed, she tries to haul herself into wakefulness, the spinning in her head matched only by the swirling of her stomach. Fumbling around on the nightside stand, Kelli knocks a bottle of glittery pink nailpolish to the floor, accidentally backhands her alarm clock, and knocks her bedside lamp askew before a warm hand covers hers.
Her eyes wrenching open, she stares up into the face of one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. The woman’s raven hair pinned back in elegant curls, wide blue eyes offset by a fringe of dark lashes.
“How did you - what?”
“Shhhhh.” The woman smiles kindly, settling her hands to either side of Kelli’s head, a soothing wave washing through her aching skull in cooling bliss. Kelli shivers as the sensation ripples through her, the relief spreading from her head to the rest of her body, repairing the damage of yet another drug binge.
“Who - who are you?”
“My name is Naomi.” The woman’s smile turns sad, though no less kind for it. “I’m Nathan’s sister.”
Kelli blinks. Rubs her eyes. Blinks again. Nope, she’s still there.
Damn, that was some REALLY good shit I had last night. What the hell did I mix with what?
“It’s alright, Kelli, I’m as real as you are. I had to come see you.”
So relieved is she, in fact, that she doesn’t see a second figure stepping through the mirror, shaking off his robes and glancing around in mild amusement.
“Hardly what I would have expected to see from one of my descendants, but it’s never sure how these things will turn out.”
At the sound of masculine voice with its heavy Russian accent, Kelli’s eyes widen in pure shock. She whirls out of bed, scrambling back against the bookshelf as her eyes dart from the one to the other, a trembling hand pointing at Rasputin. “YOU. I REMEMBER you. But - but how?”
Rasputin shoots a quick glance to Naomi, who puts gentling hands on Kelli’s arms. “He’s family to you, Kelli. Think of him like - like an uncle.”
Kelli glowers, too grateful for the earlier help to shake off the woman’s touch. “Right. An uncle. Sure, why not, right? Okay, so YOU say you’re Nathan’s sister and this guy is apparently MY uncle, so what the hell are you two doing in my BEDROOM?”
“We need to talk to you, Keliska.” Kelli’s gaze sharpens at the use of her given name.
“Yeah? About WHAT?” Crossing her arms, she stays at her post by the bookshelf. Books are good for you. Everyone says so.
Naomi offers Kelli‘s arms a light squeeze. “We need to talk to you about Nathan.”
At the mention of his name, Kelli’s face crumples, one errant tear escaping before a numb expression masks away the pain. Naomi bites her own lip as the palpable emotional torture the younger woman was enduring manifests as physical discomfort for the empath before her.
“Please, dear, you don’t understand... that wasn’t Nathan.” Naomi’s eyes tear up, willing Kelli to believe her.
Kelli’s gray-green eyes fix on Naomi, her voice a strange monotone. “Sure it was. It had his name on it and everything.”
“We know what it looks like, zaichik.” Rasputin leans forward, his fingers underneath her chin to turn her to face him as Naomi releases her. “Please - you must believe us. A terrible magic has been done to him, warping his mind and actions. Even he doesn’t understand what’s happening to him, and please believe me when I tell you how horrified he feels right now.”
Kelli’s eyes fall away from Rasputin’s searching blue gaze. “He doesn’t. No one wants me anymore - least of all him.”
“He DOES want you, Kelli. He’s never wanted anything as badly as he wants you.” Rasputin’s voice lowers with intensity, urging her to believe him.
Kelli shakes her head free of his touch, glaring up at them both. “He does NOT! Oh my god, the ENTIRE time we were together he kissed me maybe a few times and did not even ONCE so much as grab a TIT!”
Rasputin bursts out laughing, stepping aside, helpless with mirth as Naomi hisses at him. Turning back to Kelli, there’s no hint of humor in her face, only an awkward sort of concern.
“Ah. That. Well you see he - I don’t know how I should... Kelli, Nathan is VERY old.” Rasputin manages to compose himself, turning back to the conversation -
“So like, he can’t get it up?”
- and promptly dissolves into wild cackles again, with the odd hooting laugh thrown in here and there for good measure.
“NO, Kelli, he’s ... fully functional. He’s been attracted to a few women here and there over the years, his most recent love interest being Joan of Arc.”
“Wait, you mean Leelee Sobieski? She was the one who played Joan in that show. She’s pretty cute I guess. If you like the girl next door gone paladin look.”
“No, Kelli, I mean the ACTUAL Joan of Arc. The historical figure.” Naomi smiles. “I know it’s kind of confusing, but Nathan is not like other mortal men.”
“Wow. So. Really old then, huh.” Kelli mulls this over for a few minutes, then shrugs. “That’s alright, I love HIM, not his age. Even though he’s really old.”
“Yes, but that’s not the point. The point is, over the centuries Nathan has always been attracted to a very particular type of woman. Purity of heart and soul.” Naomi puts emphasis on the last bit, as though giving Kelli a secret answer.
“Okaaayyyy? What does this have to do with me?”
“Purity. Back in the days where the Church ruled over mankind.” Naomi watches her for any hint of understanding. “Please don’t make me say this.”
Kelli stares at Naomi, clueless. Naomi takes a breath, shooting a quick glare to Rasputin before speaking.
“Kelli, Nathan is a virgin.”
Kelli stares.
Doesn’t blink, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t even move.
Just stares.
After a few long moments, her eyes slide from one to the other.
“You’re serious, aren’t you. How can he go that long without getting laid? Like, I haven’t had any since I first felt something for him and -” she pauses, embarrassed.
“And what? Why not, Kelli?”
“It just - it didn’t feel right. Not anymore.” Kelli looks down, Naomi smiling at her.
“Exactly. Nathan is hardly the sort to push the issue, and in the era when that sort of purity and joy meant chastity, well...” she shrugs. “That’s how things got to where they are. But Kelli, he DOES love you.”
Naomi winces as the pain within Kelli swells again, forcing the expressionless look back on the pink-haired girl’s face.
“He doesn’t.” Kelli’s voice is hollow, nothing but the faintest echo of pain to give it form. “He doesn’t love me anymore. No one ever will. I am made for use, not for love.”
Naomi’s face twists in disgust at the robotic words and their rhythm of oft repeated litany.
“Kelli? It’s time to wake up.” Suiting action to words, Naomi slaps her palm flat against Kelli’s sternum, an explosion of warmth and light enveloping the younger woman. Kelli gasps, her eyes flying open wide to stare unseeing at the star studded ceiling above. Like a supernova originating in her soul, Kelli’s pure joy explodes forth, flooding her every cell. She drops to her knees, the dams bursting with the raw power of everything she’d been forced to hide over the long months working for the Black Hand.
Her body trembles as she bows to all fours, retching forth a thick, black substance, eyes flooded with tears of pain and joy as the evil within her is literally burned away. Her ears just barely catch a male’s voice across the room asking a murmured question, and a clearer, feminine reply:
“I didn’t do anything to her. I just took down the walls that were in the way.”
Opening her eyes, she finds herself alone in her room, under her covers as though she were just waking. Door closed, no sign anyone but her had been there all morning, a well-cleaned shine to her bedroom mirror. Hand to her forehead, she laughs, a sound of pure happiness at the feelings of joy and love welling up inside her.
“Nathan.”
Kelli groans, lifting her head - and abruptly abandoning the action when a sharp spike of pain stabs through her brain.
“Unnngh.”
Keeping her eyes closed, she tries to haul herself into wakefulness, the spinning in her head matched only by the swirling of her stomach. Fumbling around on the nightside stand, Kelli knocks a bottle of glittery pink nailpolish to the floor, accidentally backhands her alarm clock, and knocks her bedside lamp askew before a warm hand covers hers.
Her eyes wrenching open, she stares up into the face of one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. The woman’s raven hair pinned back in elegant curls, wide blue eyes offset by a fringe of dark lashes.
“How did you - what?”
“Shhhhh.” The woman smiles kindly, settling her hands to either side of Kelli’s head, a soothing wave washing through her aching skull in cooling bliss. Kelli shivers as the sensation ripples through her, the relief spreading from her head to the rest of her body, repairing the damage of yet another drug binge.
“Who - who are you?”
“My name is Naomi.” The woman’s smile turns sad, though no less kind for it. “I’m Nathan’s sister.”
Kelli blinks. Rubs her eyes. Blinks again. Nope, she’s still there.
Damn, that was some REALLY good shit I had last night. What the hell did I mix with what?
“It’s alright, Kelli, I’m as real as you are. I had to come see you.”
So relieved is she, in fact, that she doesn’t see a second figure stepping through the mirror, shaking off his robes and glancing around in mild amusement.
“Hardly what I would have expected to see from one of my descendants, but it’s never sure how these things will turn out.”
At the sound of masculine voice with its heavy Russian accent, Kelli’s eyes widen in pure shock. She whirls out of bed, scrambling back against the bookshelf as her eyes dart from the one to the other, a trembling hand pointing at Rasputin. “YOU. I REMEMBER you. But - but how?”
Rasputin shoots a quick glance to Naomi, who puts gentling hands on Kelli’s arms. “He’s family to you, Kelli. Think of him like - like an uncle.”
Kelli glowers, too grateful for the earlier help to shake off the woman’s touch. “Right. An uncle. Sure, why not, right? Okay, so YOU say you’re Nathan’s sister and this guy is apparently MY uncle, so what the hell are you two doing in my BEDROOM?”
“We need to talk to you, Keliska.” Kelli’s gaze sharpens at the use of her given name.
“Yeah? About WHAT?” Crossing her arms, she stays at her post by the bookshelf. Books are good for you. Everyone says so.
Naomi offers Kelli‘s arms a light squeeze. “We need to talk to you about Nathan.”
At the mention of his name, Kelli’s face crumples, one errant tear escaping before a numb expression masks away the pain. Naomi bites her own lip as the palpable emotional torture the younger woman was enduring manifests as physical discomfort for the empath before her.
“Please, dear, you don’t understand... that wasn’t Nathan.” Naomi’s eyes tear up, willing Kelli to believe her.
Kelli’s gray-green eyes fix on Naomi, her voice a strange monotone. “Sure it was. It had his name on it and everything.”
“We know what it looks like, zaichik.” Rasputin leans forward, his fingers underneath her chin to turn her to face him as Naomi releases her. “Please - you must believe us. A terrible magic has been done to him, warping his mind and actions. Even he doesn’t understand what’s happening to him, and please believe me when I tell you how horrified he feels right now.”
Kelli’s eyes fall away from Rasputin’s searching blue gaze. “He doesn’t. No one wants me anymore - least of all him.”
“He DOES want you, Kelli. He’s never wanted anything as badly as he wants you.” Rasputin’s voice lowers with intensity, urging her to believe him.
Kelli shakes her head free of his touch, glaring up at them both. “He does NOT! Oh my god, the ENTIRE time we were together he kissed me maybe a few times and did not even ONCE so much as grab a TIT!”
Rasputin bursts out laughing, stepping aside, helpless with mirth as Naomi hisses at him. Turning back to Kelli, there’s no hint of humor in her face, only an awkward sort of concern.
“Ah. That. Well you see he - I don’t know how I should... Kelli, Nathan is VERY old.” Rasputin manages to compose himself, turning back to the conversation -
“So like, he can’t get it up?”
- and promptly dissolves into wild cackles again, with the odd hooting laugh thrown in here and there for good measure.
“NO, Kelli, he’s ... fully functional. He’s been attracted to a few women here and there over the years, his most recent love interest being Joan of Arc.”
“Wait, you mean Leelee Sobieski? She was the one who played Joan in that show. She’s pretty cute I guess. If you like the girl next door gone paladin look.”
“No, Kelli, I mean the ACTUAL Joan of Arc. The historical figure.” Naomi smiles. “I know it’s kind of confusing, but Nathan is not like other mortal men.”
“Wow. So. Really old then, huh.” Kelli mulls this over for a few minutes, then shrugs. “That’s alright, I love HIM, not his age. Even though he’s really old.”
“Yes, but that’s not the point. The point is, over the centuries Nathan has always been attracted to a very particular type of woman. Purity of heart and soul.” Naomi puts emphasis on the last bit, as though giving Kelli a secret answer.
“Okaaayyyy? What does this have to do with me?”
“Purity. Back in the days where the Church ruled over mankind.” Naomi watches her for any hint of understanding. “Please don’t make me say this.”
Kelli stares at Naomi, clueless. Naomi takes a breath, shooting a quick glare to Rasputin before speaking.
“Kelli, Nathan is a virgin.”
Kelli stares.
Doesn’t blink, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t even move.
Just stares.
After a few long moments, her eyes slide from one to the other.
“You’re serious, aren’t you. How can he go that long without getting laid? Like, I haven’t had any since I first felt something for him and -” she pauses, embarrassed.
“And what? Why not, Kelli?”
“It just - it didn’t feel right. Not anymore.” Kelli looks down, Naomi smiling at her.
“Exactly. Nathan is hardly the sort to push the issue, and in the era when that sort of purity and joy meant chastity, well...” she shrugs. “That’s how things got to where they are. But Kelli, he DOES love you.”
Naomi winces as the pain within Kelli swells again, forcing the expressionless look back on the pink-haired girl’s face.
“He doesn’t.” Kelli’s voice is hollow, nothing but the faintest echo of pain to give it form. “He doesn’t love me anymore. No one ever will. I am made for use, not for love.”
Naomi’s face twists in disgust at the robotic words and their rhythm of oft repeated litany.
“Kelli? It’s time to wake up.” Suiting action to words, Naomi slaps her palm flat against Kelli’s sternum, an explosion of warmth and light enveloping the younger woman. Kelli gasps, her eyes flying open wide to stare unseeing at the star studded ceiling above. Like a supernova originating in her soul, Kelli’s pure joy explodes forth, flooding her every cell. She drops to her knees, the dams bursting with the raw power of everything she’d been forced to hide over the long months working for the Black Hand.
Her body trembles as she bows to all fours, retching forth a thick, black substance, eyes flooded with tears of pain and joy as the evil within her is literally burned away. Her ears just barely catch a male’s voice across the room asking a murmured question, and a clearer, feminine reply:
“I didn’t do anything to her. I just took down the walls that were in the way.”
Opening her eyes, she finds herself alone in her room, under her covers as though she were just waking. Door closed, no sign anyone but her had been there all morning, a well-cleaned shine to her bedroom mirror. Hand to her forehead, she laughs, a sound of pure happiness at the feelings of joy and love welling up inside her.
“Nathan.”
