Roxel
Kemonomimi
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Rox nodded, “Don’t worry, I taught myself to ice-skate and Ven too, so I know how hard it can be at first,” His face heated up a bit at the joke, but he laughed along too, the days have been such a blur was it really that close to Christmas? Rox smiled down at Nichole when she hugged his arm, “Hey Coco,” Just seeing her smile was an amazing thing. When Ritsuka came swaying and staggering out, Rox also sweat dropped confused on what was wrong, it seemed almost as if she were drunk…but then he realized it some medicine she must have took could have flown pretty strong through her tiny body, his lips twitched in amusement, he inwardly chuckled a bit, “Sorry about that Rit, we will be more quiet.” The chuckles he was trying to suppress got harder when the white haired female got flopped on the ground demanding home, then was rambunctiously playing around with Nichole, he could not help but chuckle, and stepped closer a handkerchief in his hand to mop away the water from her face, “You are so loopy, what you need is sleep I don’t think water is going to cure it.” He finished drying her face and then placed the cloth back, “How about we take her back to her room? Stay with her till she sleeps?” He suggested, “You should rest too.” He added care in his tone.
Enzo smiled once more at the soft nuzzle and entwined their fingers lightly beginning to led them towards the exit, “I believe its fine if we go home, we can meet up with the others tomorrow, you still need to make your weapon, look at mine though.” He unsheathed the sword holding it so that the moonlight reflected of the blade, he had a prideful look in his eye, “Crafted beautifully yes? I hope I can learn to wield it to its standards.” He said wistfully before putting it away. And continued to walk along the pavement the street lights casting their shadows as they walked, Enzo walked slightly ahead of Likara, he kept quiet so that it was only their foot falls for a while, “Likara, we known each other for a while and we even came to well, uh well….love one another,” His face burned in the darkness and his hand became a bit loose but he soon after tightened his grip securely on Likara’s hand, “I remember when you first gave me shelter at your house, I asked well, rather demanded you tell me why you lived alone, and you did, it was the sickest story I ever heard and I wondered how parents could be that way, do those things…but even as I wondered, I think it was the first moment I felt a connection with you, because even though my past was not like that, I knew the pain of betrayal of the ones that are supposed to love you unconditional with their hearts…I know you don’t know anything about my past, but I can tell you something very true,” Enzo stopped down they were on the lawn of Likara- their house- he turned around capturing the other soft hand into his grasp giving them both a squeeze, “You have help me overcome parts of my past, without even knowing it, you have, so thank you.” His voice was sincere as he spoke before taking a deep breath, “Maybe, now I could tell you a bit of who I used to be, maybe….” It was a piece of him he still guarded with a wall, but maybe he could let it crumble a bit for her.
When Itaru leaned back closing his eyes, Ven let his slip shut to a light close. He loved it when told a story, but a soft frown stretched his lips downward, because this story seemed like it was going to be no fairytale. As Itaru began to speak, Ven watched as the males words became images in his mind, a tiny Ritsuka fighting and defiant even in all the imprisonment, torture, and suffering there was a light in those bleak hours of the morning that forged a friendship as words seeped through the bars from cell to cell, each word comforting keeping sanity alive. Ven felt this weight in Itaru’s voice and his stomach flipped with a sickness as the story began to get to the reason why it became so ugly, how everyone shattered.
As the story continued, Ven tried to keep up and weave passed his confusion, but it was difficult, why? Why? Would Itaru be jealous of a brother? Family? Kin? You were supposed to be attached to them…and just because Ritsuka was attached to her brother did not mean she did not love Itaru, didn’t he know that? The heart is limitless when it comes to love and there all kinds of it, but it can still be equal even if it’s a different kind of love, did not Itaru know that? It was the same on how Rox loved him and how he loved Nichole different types, yet equal, didn’t Itaru understand that? Ven started to realize he did not…no one told him did they? Even if he only had his mother for a little while, Ven was grateful he got to learn these things, from her.
Shoulder hunched hard as Ven flinched from the yelling his heart pounding as the guilt and anger rang throughout his ear drums, his fingers curled around his knees as the story came to an end, he had been right, it was no fairytale in the least. Soft spikes hung over fingertips as Ven pressed his forehead into his palm, he was getting a very bad headache, this story, these feelings, were so strong so hard to process. Killing a sibling was unforgivable, yet somehow Ven could understand that moment of snapping understand the feeling of emotions so terribly out of control, even if the motive was confusing the action was almost understood. Another piece that tumbled him into a void of gray, an in-between was the suffering, the thought of hearts cracking so completely, for Ritsuka and even, even for Itaru, because even after what he did, he lost, lost a person like Ritsuka for his mistake, the person that kept him on the bay of sanity for so long she was ripped away by her choice hated him, and he had to live with that hate, knowing she did, seeing it, sensing it, deep into his core.
Not that it was not deserved but the very thought of someone hating him that much, and his own actions being the cause made Ven shudder, how did he even continue? For a stretch of time, Ven stayed quiet his brain still trying to sort it all, he really could not and did not know if he ever could, finally he spoke straightening up and looking ahead at the blank computer screen, “You gave me a headache…..” He accused softly before giving his head a soft shake, “That…story, your story, Ritsuka’s story…you think that I am going to judge you, and I know you would not care if I did, it would give you something more to hate me with, and even more so, you would not care….because it’s her judgment you care for, that you want to change. Isn’t it?” Ven really did not give him to comment before saying, “Well, sorry you have to find other things to pin on me, cuz….I just can’t judge you, or hate you…” Ven snapped his head around to meet those cat eyes, “It’s not from pity or sympathy either, so you can forget that thought, they just weaken you..... useless emotions.” His voice was hard so was his gaze as he said this before it shifted between thoughtful and confusion, “Maybe…maybe.” Ven turned away looking at his fingers, “It’s a weird sense of empathy, one that does not come close to what you did, but close enough to know how it feels to kill, when you snap, to lose control of yourself…. I don’t know….” Ven let out a breath and rested his head back against the soft staring up at the dim light above him.
Rox nodded, “Don’t worry, I taught myself to ice-skate and Ven too, so I know how hard it can be at first,” His face heated up a bit at the joke, but he laughed along too, the days have been such a blur was it really that close to Christmas? Rox smiled down at Nichole when she hugged his arm, “Hey Coco,” Just seeing her smile was an amazing thing. When Ritsuka came swaying and staggering out, Rox also sweat dropped confused on what was wrong, it seemed almost as if she were drunk…but then he realized it some medicine she must have took could have flown pretty strong through her tiny body, his lips twitched in amusement, he inwardly chuckled a bit, “Sorry about that Rit, we will be more quiet.” The chuckles he was trying to suppress got harder when the white haired female got flopped on the ground demanding home, then was rambunctiously playing around with Nichole, he could not help but chuckle, and stepped closer a handkerchief in his hand to mop away the water from her face, “You are so loopy, what you need is sleep I don’t think water is going to cure it.” He finished drying her face and then placed the cloth back, “How about we take her back to her room? Stay with her till she sleeps?” He suggested, “You should rest too.” He added care in his tone.
Enzo smiled once more at the soft nuzzle and entwined their fingers lightly beginning to led them towards the exit, “I believe its fine if we go home, we can meet up with the others tomorrow, you still need to make your weapon, look at mine though.” He unsheathed the sword holding it so that the moonlight reflected of the blade, he had a prideful look in his eye, “Crafted beautifully yes? I hope I can learn to wield it to its standards.” He said wistfully before putting it away. And continued to walk along the pavement the street lights casting their shadows as they walked, Enzo walked slightly ahead of Likara, he kept quiet so that it was only their foot falls for a while, “Likara, we known each other for a while and we even came to well, uh well….love one another,” His face burned in the darkness and his hand became a bit loose but he soon after tightened his grip securely on Likara’s hand, “I remember when you first gave me shelter at your house, I asked well, rather demanded you tell me why you lived alone, and you did, it was the sickest story I ever heard and I wondered how parents could be that way, do those things…but even as I wondered, I think it was the first moment I felt a connection with you, because even though my past was not like that, I knew the pain of betrayal of the ones that are supposed to love you unconditional with their hearts…I know you don’t know anything about my past, but I can tell you something very true,” Enzo stopped down they were on the lawn of Likara- their house- he turned around capturing the other soft hand into his grasp giving them both a squeeze, “You have help me overcome parts of my past, without even knowing it, you have, so thank you.” His voice was sincere as he spoke before taking a deep breath, “Maybe, now I could tell you a bit of who I used to be, maybe….” It was a piece of him he still guarded with a wall, but maybe he could let it crumble a bit for her.
When Itaru leaned back closing his eyes, Ven let his slip shut to a light close. He loved it when told a story, but a soft frown stretched his lips downward, because this story seemed like it was going to be no fairytale. As Itaru began to speak, Ven watched as the males words became images in his mind, a tiny Ritsuka fighting and defiant even in all the imprisonment, torture, and suffering there was a light in those bleak hours of the morning that forged a friendship as words seeped through the bars from cell to cell, each word comforting keeping sanity alive. Ven felt this weight in Itaru’s voice and his stomach flipped with a sickness as the story began to get to the reason why it became so ugly, how everyone shattered.
As the story continued, Ven tried to keep up and weave passed his confusion, but it was difficult, why? Why? Would Itaru be jealous of a brother? Family? Kin? You were supposed to be attached to them…and just because Ritsuka was attached to her brother did not mean she did not love Itaru, didn’t he know that? The heart is limitless when it comes to love and there all kinds of it, but it can still be equal even if it’s a different kind of love, did not Itaru know that? It was the same on how Rox loved him and how he loved Nichole different types, yet equal, didn’t Itaru understand that? Ven started to realize he did not…no one told him did they? Even if he only had his mother for a little while, Ven was grateful he got to learn these things, from her.
Shoulder hunched hard as Ven flinched from the yelling his heart pounding as the guilt and anger rang throughout his ear drums, his fingers curled around his knees as the story came to an end, he had been right, it was no fairytale in the least. Soft spikes hung over fingertips as Ven pressed his forehead into his palm, he was getting a very bad headache, this story, these feelings, were so strong so hard to process. Killing a sibling was unforgivable, yet somehow Ven could understand that moment of snapping understand the feeling of emotions so terribly out of control, even if the motive was confusing the action was almost understood. Another piece that tumbled him into a void of gray, an in-between was the suffering, the thought of hearts cracking so completely, for Ritsuka and even, even for Itaru, because even after what he did, he lost, lost a person like Ritsuka for his mistake, the person that kept him on the bay of sanity for so long she was ripped away by her choice hated him, and he had to live with that hate, knowing she did, seeing it, sensing it, deep into his core.
Not that it was not deserved but the very thought of someone hating him that much, and his own actions being the cause made Ven shudder, how did he even continue? For a stretch of time, Ven stayed quiet his brain still trying to sort it all, he really could not and did not know if he ever could, finally he spoke straightening up and looking ahead at the blank computer screen, “You gave me a headache…..” He accused softly before giving his head a soft shake, “That…story, your story, Ritsuka’s story…you think that I am going to judge you, and I know you would not care if I did, it would give you something more to hate me with, and even more so, you would not care….because it’s her judgment you care for, that you want to change. Isn’t it?” Ven really did not give him to comment before saying, “Well, sorry you have to find other things to pin on me, cuz….I just can’t judge you, or hate you…” Ven snapped his head around to meet those cat eyes, “It’s not from pity or sympathy either, so you can forget that thought, they just weaken you..... useless emotions.” His voice was hard so was his gaze as he said this before it shifted between thoughtful and confusion, “Maybe…maybe.” Ven turned away looking at his fingers, “It’s a weird sense of empathy, one that does not come close to what you did, but close enough to know how it feels to kill, when you snap, to lose control of yourself…. I don’t know….” Ven let out a breath and rested his head back against the soft staring up at the dim light above him.
