Post by ʝᴜɴᴏ - ✿ on Aug 23, 2017 3:56:26 GMT
“I did it.”
The scenery illustrated a fantasy land, where pastel pink was the overwhelming color in the room. Sophie sat on top of her bed, the veil of a canopy softly distorting the image of the Undying One. Subtle noises of a needle puncturing fabric and cotton hit the microphone, coupled with her arm coming up. She kept going forward as she spoke to the camera, not looking up at it at all. She held up a doll, shadowed by the ceiling of the bed. It was miniature in nature, and Sophie brought it close to her body, hugging it sweetly. She brought the doll away and put it back down on the bed before bringing up another piece to work on.
“Despite anything that may have been written down in the history books, Aurora and I both know what happened,” she hummed happily to herself, “but alas, things are always so strange. Despite everything that I went through in that match to appease what I needed to appease; I found myself yearning for more. Was it the type of fight that Aurora brought to me that left me…”
Sophie lowered the doll back down, displaying it as a phallic object. She swirled it around, making a breathy noise to accompany the gesture. Her giggle, still playful in nature, bore an obvious sensuality.
“Sensitive,” she barely managed to say.
“I’m still hungry,” Sophie hissed out, “and there’s a new girl in front of me.”
“Frisky D,” she had to take a moment to analyze the name, looking up at the ceiling for the visible guide for her.
“What a cute name.”
Sophie snickered at the thought. “To some that may be a kind of name that implies something about your extracurricular activities or it may just be a reference to a TV show that unfortunately fell out of relevance thanks to what Archer has done.”
“I saw what you did to that tired old dog, Mason, but I cannot say that I’m old. I’m a fairly young and spry young lady, looking for someone to play with,” Sophie gave a slow, soft wink to the camera, “I’m looking for a delicious, little snack and I think someone just gave me one.”
“Fortunately, that comes with some perks for you,” a finger rose to the camera, and Sophie started to move past the canopy to reveal herself entirely. When she got out, she held the two dolls she made earlier. When she set them down, the first one was of Aurora. She lowered down and gave her a sweet kiss on the top of her head, another sign of her clear adoration for the PW legend. She brought out the other one, revealing one of Frisky.
“We’re going to engage in a gorgeous dance. One that will force the audience’s praise. An artist with a paintbrush I may be, but I’m an artist all over. It will portray emotions across the spectrum. The happiness of competition, the passion of battle, and the sorrow of your defeat,” there was a pause in her speech. Her whimsical gaze merged with some pleasure and a hint of violent intention, “the crescendo of your pain.”
“A bloody feast will come after as I relish your anguish. I will tell the story of how your career almost ends again, but I will take you back from the brink. I’ll push you to that edge to let you truly understand everything about mortality. That is the underlying message in my introductory piece. Mortality is what you must learn more about. Through blood and pain, I will teach you the ultimate lesson.”
“A victory it may be for me, but in my world, I do not ponder on the fascination of victory or defeat. I always win in many ways, even in defeat. When my eyes turn to a championship, then I will become focus on that, but for now…I gaze upon the roster. I see people in need of art, but I see many new things to try. There are many flavors to enjoy,” Sophie drooled slightly at the vision, her fangs protruding more openly.
“Frisky, you are special to me.”
“You are my dessert.”
“And that’s my favorite meal.”
⚴
Some people see the world and see nothing but cheer and opportunity.
Others see darkness and filth.
In Sophie’s world, she sees blurred out faces.
As she sat down on the bench in a park, she heard the birds singing their gorgeous song, and the wind blowing through the nature around her. They spoke their language, one that Sophie wished to understand, but could not. People ignored the world, but they have their own opinions. Moreover, Sophie listened to the animals that came around. There were dogs running amok, releasing from their chains. They barked at each other, and played around. Sophie looked on with a hint of redness in her face; they were having all kinds of fun. She envied them and their blissful life. All they had to worry about is the simple capacity of primal existence.
Soon enough, she heard footsteps near her, making her turn to see who it was. She saw small strands of brown hair, but the face was not there, blurred out. If her eyes were beautiful, Sophie did not see. When the woman spoke to her at first, Sophie tilted her head, not out of confusion. She didn’t hear her to begin with. She heard static, buzzing—
Like a bug.
“What was that? I zoned out.”
She had to translate the bug’s words.
“Ma’am, your dress is beautiful, I just wanted to tell you that,” Sophie peered down at her own attire, seeing the lacy, pastel blue dress that tickled the edge of her thighs. She looked back at the…person with a smile dawning upon her subdued features.
“Thank you,” she replied, but then the…woman began to talk.
She went on and on about where she gets her clothing from, trying to pry out where Sophie got her dress. It became clear after a while that this woman wanted to emulate what Sophie wore, which was only a start. She would take pieces from Sophie’s world to make herself like her. Yet, this form of flattery only made Sophie internally upset. This bug that came up to her in her moment of peace proved herself to be selfish and vainglorious.
How could she match a God like Sophie?
When the infidel left, Sophie couldn’t help but let her features devolve into a remnant of disgust. She looked back out towards the park field, letting nature take her back in. She wasn’t given enough time to stare out and observe the beauty of the universe. One day, she could escape into this environment where there’s a castle woven in the pine trees, where her and her Bird could live out their days. She did not want to see the worms that infest her world anymore. They did not understand a thing about her, or anything else. They did not understand the victory she attained against Aurora. They did not understand the things she did against Levi Chambers in HKW. They’ll never get it.
Weakness is not valid in the Kaiser Dynasty.
She used to be weak, no matter what Anastasia or anyone said towards her.
Hence why she beat down Levi the way she did. She left the man in a pool of blood to separate herself from that wholesome image that the filth stuck upon her. They wanted her to be their hero, but they never understood her truly. They projected it onto her, which was nurtured by the staff, the other wrestlers, and the events around her. That doomed her eventually, putting her against people she loved and truly saw. They brought these people to their darkest times to destroy what Sophie worked for. Magdalena, her mother and the light of her world, took off her mask and hurt Sophie. All the love she spoke of to Sophie all fell to pieces just to win a championship, victimizing her to do so.
Never again, Sophie told herself.
To push the truth of her existence, she needed to do what the bugs saw as heinous. Leaving Levi Chambers in a pool of his own blood was the start of that. It removed the public image of her being a saintly girl, but it wasn’t enough. It was her words about how she didn’t feel a thing, unveiling the eerie nonchalance about her. Once she spoke the famous words, she became a pariah, a tragedy in the form of a menacing demon. Now, she had to turn her view to a problem that lingered. The question of her own strength constantly flooded her mind, keeping her up at night. While Her Bird slumbered or stayed up with her own issues, Sophie designed her master plan in silence.
Another masterpiece needed to happen and it came in form of another battle with a fated love. The fight itself was bombastic, each measure of their being was pushed beyond their brink. Limitations were broken past. Aurora learned a lot about Sophie throughout their war, seeing the different visions in mere gazes. Tenacity on both parts proved to be their crowning achievement. Suddenly, a break came as Sophie dropped Aurora down onto the mat with a powerbomb. That was the only thing that Aurora didn’t learn about her little love in that match was the true nature of her. Only a few people know what that is. Behind the whimsical mannerisms and cryptic language, Sophie painted herself an enigma.
Not even Anastasia knew these deep mechanisms. The Bird have her own thoughts on her lover, probably fooled by the same mannerisms. Bobby and Magdalena were also fooled, she knew this. She kept her words sweet to throw people off, because she couldn’t let people know all of this. If she did, then suspicions would rise. Hopefully, Aurora would see what lurked in Sophie’s mind behind her precious green eyes.
She still wouldn’t truly all the truth.
Because Sophie doesn’t see a blurred face for Aurora. She saw only a love in her life from another realm.
In Aurora’s case, that’s a blessing.
Gods usually do not look at people like that.
