Post by Cupcake on Aug 22, 2017 19:26:43 GMT
30/07/17
Graceland Cemetery
“It’s time. You know it is. You’ve been allowed a lot of leeway and now you have to make a choice. If you don’t, sissy… I will.”
The rain came down harder, in sheets over her and while she was soaking wet, her brother - no matter how hard her mind tried to deny it, the being who stood before her so immaculately despite the rain with his combed back blond hair and the same exact green eyes she had, was Daniel Aaron Jansen. Her heart knew the truth while her mind cried for want of the lie. The rain was a steady hissing, drowning out the sounds of the nearby street, but it couldn’t dampen the pounding of her heart.
“How. How is it you…?”
For just a moment, there was a look on his face of pure empathy, sympathy and love without pity. Love radiated out of him as he approached her, and he lifted his hand to wipe tears and rain from her cheeks before he put a kiss to her forehead that felt like fire. He pulled back, and let his hands drop to his sides before they neatly slid into his tailored pants pockets.
“How? How can someone that’s done so much, that was taught at our Puri dae’s very knee not understand? Aurora my baby sister, when I died I was unbaptised, unchristened, unshriven…”
Two spots of high color appeared on Rori’s pale cheeks, her amazing green eyes flashing with heat as thunder cracked overhead and lightning lit up the darkened sky over the siblings.
“Unshriven… Danny… Daniel, you were six. You didn’t need forgiving, you didn’t need to confess, you…”
She watched his expression and her eyes went wide.
“This is my fault.”
Rori held up her hand, letting that churning thought barrel through her conscious mind, until she finally made sense of all the little warnings she’d been getting for months.
“An unbaptised firstborn son, and I didn’t have your new plot blessed yet because I’m not…”
He stepped back from her, the shadows and light flashing from the supernaturally stirred forces of nature illuminating certain of his features and hiding others, but his bright eyes stayed clear.
“But you are, because you never renounced even though you said you didn’t believe…” He gave an odd, almost breathless laugh at that. “For all those years, you told the people you fought to do that, to believe. It’s not the same thing but that’s still just painfully funny, isn’t it? I should be furious. I’d been trapped so long in that church, helpless. Powerless. Worn down by loneliness with only the vaguest memory of what it meant to be alive. But I realized when you came back, that you’d only stayed away because you were trying to find a way to help me. You’ll never understand how much I love you for that.”
He retook those steps he moved away, the wind finally letting his hair fall free of the more severe style it had been in. His expression was tender, gentle, as he reached up and ran his fingers through her tangled, black-hued locks.
“Now I’m free, and I took up a mantle. I did it for you, to give you a bit more time to decide.”
His hand tightened in her hair and every strand he touched was purified, the dye stripped straight back to blonde. Before she came out in Vegas, she would have dyed them blue. But right now, they gleamed like rivers of gold against the black.
“You’ve worn the illusions long enough, Aurora Lynn. They’re not going to hide you for much longer.”
Later
The screen of her phone was dark, cracked from what had happened. But it back lit just enough that she could send messages. Texts out into the void. She could have sent messages elsewhere. Legacy, Andreas, Ruby. But she was running on instinct and the thing in her mind drew her back to the small conversations, and the comfort of a friend that had looked in on her when he didn’t have to on that television set in Ireland last year.
"Wulf I'm in trouble."
.
.
.
"I can't process this."
.
.
.
"Wulf, help."
.
.
.
“Vă rog să mă ajutați. Nu știu ce să fac.”
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
22/08/17
“Loveland, Colorado. We take shots at places we work in, just to get that reaction from the fans. Get out there and talk, but say the name of the town with the rival sports team, or talk about what utter shyte everything is and that the people that live there are trash. Frankly though? I’ve seen worse. I self-identify as a Chicagoan, but I was born in a shitty suburb of Dayton, Ohio and compared to that, this out here is just fine. I’m sure that there’s plenty of downfalls but that’s everywhere. It’s the great myth, that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. That where you are sucks and that anywhere’s better, right? Wrong. Most of the time what’s wrong is going to just move on out and up with you because it’s not just beauty that lies within.”
Her form, Aurora’s, seen in silhouette in front of a large plate glass window and outside the darkness seemed to roil like boiling water.
“Sophie. Te iubesc. Te iubesc atat de mult. That match with you, it was everything. In the course of it I took my heart out and I showed it to you. I fought you as if it were the last match I’d ever have, with every title I ever held on the line even though none of that was so. And still, and still… I don’t think you understand how much it meant, how much it means. Mostly because you faced me without fear, but love and curiosity. You see me, for me and not whatever construct that’s been built up in the minds of the media and fans, and that glorious number of those that absolutely couldn’t beat me in the past. You’re not them, and I know that you’ll be one of the few, soon enough. That the number will shift from six to seven and that number will belong to you because you earned it, and because I see you and I believe you can.”
The silhouette moved, the layers of sheer material that cover her shapely form showing bits of darkness even as what ambient light shone through and gave hints of her body.
“I wish it was you, again. But alas. I will be facing Frankie Starlight, who I have long given more credit than either of his two brethren in The Collective. The brains of the outfit, as it were. However as late? Since Faith kicked out his tooth he’s been maddeningly impertinent in his trying to obtain revenge, a tooth for a tooth as they say. It’s perfectly clear that his focus is entirely on Faith, to the degree he cost his compatriots their tag match on the grandest stage of them all - UTLC 6 could have been their moment but he was more concerned about getting into Faith’s head and not just verbally, but with those pliers he dug up from gods knows where. While I am to be sure healing up from the match that I had, trust that I have wrestled and won in far worse shape than this. Let that sink into your head, Frankie and listen to me as closely and carefully as you can.
If you can’t take your eyes off your supposed prize of taking Faith down a peg, removing a few of her teeth and put your eyes on me? I will make you regret it in ways you don’t understand and can’t bluff your way out of. I know how to beat you, and you know that I know how to beat you. I don’t need my partner Masaru to do it either, though he may well be ringside with a mother fucking flame-thrower pack because if either of your two Little Sleazers try and interfere in our match - either to hack on you for costing them or to try and take me out? I want a pound of flesh from both of them and then your fucking head on a silver platter and understand me when I say that I mean exactly that. No more, no less.”
She tosses her head, the light enough to show that her midnight locks are now blonde and she turns her head so her green eyes pierce out of the darkness.
“I don’t make threats, Frankie. I never have, because I don’t need to. Carry that gem around in your head for awhile, as you watch some of my old matches. The dark ones, Frankie. The bloody ones. Watch in particular what I did to Exile, while you’re at it.”
Aurora stands, turning her back to the camera as she looks out into that strange night.
“They tell you when you’re little that there’s no monsters under the bed. That you don’t need a nightlight, that the Boogeyman isn’t real. The same people that told you that, told you that the Easter Bunny hid colored eggs on Easter Sunday, that if you lost a tooth and put it under your pillow that you’d get a quarter, and that you had to be in bed by dark on Christmas or Santa wouldn’t come.”
She sighs, audible even from the distance she is, placing her hand on the glass as something moves in that darkness and she brings her fingers up to her lips to whistle. The noise is sharp, and carries far better than it should. Outside, the dark roiling stops, freezes, and then comes the loud if distant baying of hounds.
“There’s nothing worse than a liar, Frankie Starlight. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.”
Graceland Cemetery
“It’s time. You know it is. You’ve been allowed a lot of leeway and now you have to make a choice. If you don’t, sissy… I will.”
The rain came down harder, in sheets over her and while she was soaking wet, her brother - no matter how hard her mind tried to deny it, the being who stood before her so immaculately despite the rain with his combed back blond hair and the same exact green eyes she had, was Daniel Aaron Jansen. Her heart knew the truth while her mind cried for want of the lie. The rain was a steady hissing, drowning out the sounds of the nearby street, but it couldn’t dampen the pounding of her heart.
“How. How is it you…?”
For just a moment, there was a look on his face of pure empathy, sympathy and love without pity. Love radiated out of him as he approached her, and he lifted his hand to wipe tears and rain from her cheeks before he put a kiss to her forehead that felt like fire. He pulled back, and let his hands drop to his sides before they neatly slid into his tailored pants pockets.
“How? How can someone that’s done so much, that was taught at our Puri dae’s very knee not understand? Aurora my baby sister, when I died I was unbaptised, unchristened, unshriven…”
Two spots of high color appeared on Rori’s pale cheeks, her amazing green eyes flashing with heat as thunder cracked overhead and lightning lit up the darkened sky over the siblings.
“Unshriven… Danny… Daniel, you were six. You didn’t need forgiving, you didn’t need to confess, you…”
She watched his expression and her eyes went wide.
“This is my fault.”
Rori held up her hand, letting that churning thought barrel through her conscious mind, until she finally made sense of all the little warnings she’d been getting for months.
“An unbaptised firstborn son, and I didn’t have your new plot blessed yet because I’m not…”
He stepped back from her, the shadows and light flashing from the supernaturally stirred forces of nature illuminating certain of his features and hiding others, but his bright eyes stayed clear.
“But you are, because you never renounced even though you said you didn’t believe…” He gave an odd, almost breathless laugh at that. “For all those years, you told the people you fought to do that, to believe. It’s not the same thing but that’s still just painfully funny, isn’t it? I should be furious. I’d been trapped so long in that church, helpless. Powerless. Worn down by loneliness with only the vaguest memory of what it meant to be alive. But I realized when you came back, that you’d only stayed away because you were trying to find a way to help me. You’ll never understand how much I love you for that.”
He retook those steps he moved away, the wind finally letting his hair fall free of the more severe style it had been in. His expression was tender, gentle, as he reached up and ran his fingers through her tangled, black-hued locks.
“Now I’m free, and I took up a mantle. I did it for you, to give you a bit more time to decide.”
His hand tightened in her hair and every strand he touched was purified, the dye stripped straight back to blonde. Before she came out in Vegas, she would have dyed them blue. But right now, they gleamed like rivers of gold against the black.
“You’ve worn the illusions long enough, Aurora Lynn. They’re not going to hide you for much longer.”
Later
The screen of her phone was dark, cracked from what had happened. But it back lit just enough that she could send messages. Texts out into the void. She could have sent messages elsewhere. Legacy, Andreas, Ruby. But she was running on instinct and the thing in her mind drew her back to the small conversations, and the comfort of a friend that had looked in on her when he didn’t have to on that television set in Ireland last year.
"Wulf I'm in trouble."
.
.
.
"I can't process this."
.
.
.
"Wulf, help."
.
.
.
“Vă rog să mă ajutați. Nu știu ce să fac.”
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
22/08/17
“Loveland, Colorado. We take shots at places we work in, just to get that reaction from the fans. Get out there and talk, but say the name of the town with the rival sports team, or talk about what utter shyte everything is and that the people that live there are trash. Frankly though? I’ve seen worse. I self-identify as a Chicagoan, but I was born in a shitty suburb of Dayton, Ohio and compared to that, this out here is just fine. I’m sure that there’s plenty of downfalls but that’s everywhere. It’s the great myth, that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. That where you are sucks and that anywhere’s better, right? Wrong. Most of the time what’s wrong is going to just move on out and up with you because it’s not just beauty that lies within.”
Her form, Aurora’s, seen in silhouette in front of a large plate glass window and outside the darkness seemed to roil like boiling water.
“Sophie. Te iubesc. Te iubesc atat de mult. That match with you, it was everything. In the course of it I took my heart out and I showed it to you. I fought you as if it were the last match I’d ever have, with every title I ever held on the line even though none of that was so. And still, and still… I don’t think you understand how much it meant, how much it means. Mostly because you faced me without fear, but love and curiosity. You see me, for me and not whatever construct that’s been built up in the minds of the media and fans, and that glorious number of those that absolutely couldn’t beat me in the past. You’re not them, and I know that you’ll be one of the few, soon enough. That the number will shift from six to seven and that number will belong to you because you earned it, and because I see you and I believe you can.”
The silhouette moved, the layers of sheer material that cover her shapely form showing bits of darkness even as what ambient light shone through and gave hints of her body.
“I wish it was you, again. But alas. I will be facing Frankie Starlight, who I have long given more credit than either of his two brethren in The Collective. The brains of the outfit, as it were. However as late? Since Faith kicked out his tooth he’s been maddeningly impertinent in his trying to obtain revenge, a tooth for a tooth as they say. It’s perfectly clear that his focus is entirely on Faith, to the degree he cost his compatriots their tag match on the grandest stage of them all - UTLC 6 could have been their moment but he was more concerned about getting into Faith’s head and not just verbally, but with those pliers he dug up from gods knows where. While I am to be sure healing up from the match that I had, trust that I have wrestled and won in far worse shape than this. Let that sink into your head, Frankie and listen to me as closely and carefully as you can.
If you can’t take your eyes off your supposed prize of taking Faith down a peg, removing a few of her teeth and put your eyes on me? I will make you regret it in ways you don’t understand and can’t bluff your way out of. I know how to beat you, and you know that I know how to beat you. I don’t need my partner Masaru to do it either, though he may well be ringside with a mother fucking flame-thrower pack because if either of your two Little Sleazers try and interfere in our match - either to hack on you for costing them or to try and take me out? I want a pound of flesh from both of them and then your fucking head on a silver platter and understand me when I say that I mean exactly that. No more, no less.”
She tosses her head, the light enough to show that her midnight locks are now blonde and she turns her head so her green eyes pierce out of the darkness.
“I don’t make threats, Frankie. I never have, because I don’t need to. Carry that gem around in your head for awhile, as you watch some of my old matches. The dark ones, Frankie. The bloody ones. Watch in particular what I did to Exile, while you’re at it.”
Aurora stands, turning her back to the camera as she looks out into that strange night.
“They tell you when you’re little that there’s no monsters under the bed. That you don’t need a nightlight, that the Boogeyman isn’t real. The same people that told you that, told you that the Easter Bunny hid colored eggs on Easter Sunday, that if you lost a tooth and put it under your pillow that you’d get a quarter, and that you had to be in bed by dark on Christmas or Santa wouldn’t come.”
She sighs, audible even from the distance she is, placing her hand on the glass as something moves in that darkness and she brings her fingers up to her lips to whistle. The noise is sharp, and carries far better than it should. Outside, the dark roiling stops, freezes, and then comes the loud if distant baying of hounds.
“There’s nothing worse than a liar, Frankie Starlight. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.”