I fell in love with a song, AND with my own drawing of Doubt and Arousal, so I am doing a part with those two before Grief Part 2.
Also, I would like to already now warn you, it will be cute and romantic, and possibly hold a scene or two some of your out there might find incredibly silly or sweet, so watch it, you might actually like this story ^^
Sorry for the missunderstandings, I hope to one day enlighten you guys in my twisted mind and stuff might make sense :P
Snow white hair wailed in the wind, long and silk, thin hair, that seemed should break when looked upon. Delicate white skin, covered by a white blanket. She was pale as the snow, fitting since she was a child of same. Her icy blue eyes stared out in front of her, watching the sun rise in the mist of morning. Her lips trembled and she was cold, but she enjoyed it out here, it was quiet and silent. Her skinny body shivered as the wind caressed her bare skin. The bones down her spine visible and she could surely break by a light push. Her ears twitched by a sound behind her, a male voice speaking lightly "Liri, love, what are you doing out here?" She didn't face the man behind her, old and wise, she knew he only wanted her the best. "Nothing father, just enjoying a morning" her father sighed at her, and she could hear he didn't leave "Liria, please, get into your bed, you'll get even more sick, he is not coming…" She shook her head lightly, her hair falling into her face, tears caressed her cheeks with small rivers. "I know he will father. I just know it". Her father, wise and loving as he was, walked towards her, but she raised a pale hand "I'll get inside" she slowly spoke and he nodded to her. "Your mother prepared some soup and tea to warm you" she could hear him leave after his last words and returned to gazing upon the sunset, was it true? Was he really not going to show up?
Her pale, dry hand softly removed the tears from her eyes and she turned to her home, looking upon the building. Tekael didn't… did he really betray her like this?
She shook her head once more but a cough fought its way to her lips and she had to get out with it, coughing heavily. The snow by her feet became red as blood fell from the hand she had tried to cover her mouth with. She was ill and dying, how could being out here make it worse? She was dying already and she would only welcome death with open arms. Like all the other children of winter, she would die early, give no birth to children and never become adult. She knew that was her right by birth and she wouldn't blame her parents for it, it was no one's fault but the gods.
Her mother had prepared a meal for her but she ate nothing of it, just sipped from the warm tea and stared out the window, doubting if she'd ever see him again, Tekael… her hands were trembling even though she was inside and the cold of her body never left her, even here, the curse of winter had been upon her for three half-wheels now and she was certain she had only very little time left before the inevitable. Before her parents could bury her.
Her mother followed her to her bed, she had warmed the sheets and made sure it was all nice for her little daughter, her only child. Liria thanked her with a nod and crawled back to the bed that had been her home for a wheel's time now. Tekael had watched over her the whole time and she didn't blame him for leaving her side. After all, he was young and needed a love, and she was dying in her bed.
Sleep came upon her quickly, strange, after all, she did nothing but sleep these days.
She woke as warmth came upon her, an unexpected but welcome warmth. The shape of an other body as a fully dressed man almost collapsed next to her. She felt his arms around her, though he allowed her the sheets for herself, not wanting to steal any of the warmth it provided for her. She smiled lightly, opening her eyes to look upon him. His golden hair was a mess and he had already closed his eyes. She gently caressed his soft cheek, looking upon him as he tiredly opened his eyes. Eyes that used to be burning with such a sparkle of life, eyes that were now dull and sad. She knew what had caused this and she pitied him his love to her. If he had only left, he wouldn't be this sad. Though he smiled at her, she could see all his energy gone, all his joyful mood vanished, he was no longer a Child of the Sun, he was dying more than she.
Gently she kissed his nose, whispering to him "Close your eyes and you'll see how happy you used to be". He wrinkled his nose lightly, looking at her with the expression of only a true lover's. His hand stroke through her hair, watching her weak soul. She had been his only priority since the illness, and she still was.
When she woke again that next sunbreak, he was gone.
Pride frowned at the kid in front of him. The boy was a child, was this really what the oracle wanted him to train? This kid was the new Arousal? He frowned again and snorted at the kid. The boy stood, stubbornly in front of the scary Pride without even the slightest hint of fear in his burning, sun-yellow eyes. Pride turned his back on the kid, resting his hand upon the handle of his sword. "Why do you want this willingly? I know the Oracle picked you, but never before have anyone wanted by heart to become one of the Nine!" The boy looked down "I want the power to save a life" Pride laughed "The power to save lives? Kid we don't save lives… he kill… Get lost!" but the boy stayed, shaking his head "No.. Not lives.. Just one life Master…" Pride turned around, it had been a while since someone had last called him master. "What life in particular?" the young iriel did have his attention now "A girl's life eh?".
Arousal raced to the house. He had only been home in T'lorel for half an hour but the word had spread to him instantly as he had reached the gates of the majestic city. He was allowed entrance of course, the high family of Loi'virel respected him and being a member of the Nine also gave quite some respect around the world.
He pushed away servants on his way inside the mighty mansion and ran as quickly as possible up to her bedroom, but it was the truth… She was indeed gone, buried and dead.
His face changed from worried to desperately crying as Tekael fell to his knees, hiding his face against his thighs. His hands slammed against the floor, frustration, anger, hate. Arousal rose to his feet, pulled his sword from it's holder on his back. Fire blazed behind him as he left her room, making it burn good. He cut his way trough servants and guards, burning everything on his way. No one could stop him as he went on a rampage. Her father, a respected magician rushed towards Arousal to stop him and Tekael smirked as he saw the despair in the eyes of the man now hanging upon his sword. He heard the sound of metal penetrating flesh and bone, and he stared death into the eyes.
Speaking of death, a little girl walked out of a shadow outside the house, holding her teddy close and looking up at Pride, she spoke slowly, as if every word she said needed first to be found in her mind. "So he passed?" Pride smirked at her and nodded "With blazing colors. Every bridge is burned, his love is gone, he is now alone and ready to receive his mark." The girl but nodded, looking at the flames. "I see you are here to enjoy my triumph" Pride spoke again, still looking at the burning house. Death shook her head "I am here on my own business. The Oracle send me, Doubt is dead, I am here to collect the next" Pride looked down at her "Why was I not informed of that?" Death shrugged "I wonder why Pride, I really do!" She smirked and Pride thought of reading her mind, but decided not to, last time he did so, he saw the horror of this girl's twisted universe and he sure didn't feel like going there again.
Arousal was sitting in his own room inside the Oracle home. His eyes fixed upon his sword as he cleaned it. He didn't hear anyone at the door before there was knocked upon it. His focus still fixed on his blade as he mumbled "Who is it?" a soft voice from the other side, he recognized it instantly and a sting of pain deep down in his heart made him look up at the door "I am your new sister and I was told by Anger to go introduce myself to you" Tekael arose from his bed, walking towards the door, opening it slowly. She was standing in the hallway, so elegant and immaculate, he could hardly breathe. Her ice blue eyes looked upon him in a questioning manner, then she bowed her head lightly "I am Doubt". His eyes went from overjoyed to sad, she didn't remember him… But she was alive and that was all that mattered. He nodded lightly and looked behind him, into his little sanctuary "Want to come in and have a seat? Tell me about yourself?" She spoke humbly, first sounding like she didn't agree to, but after seconds of thought she allowed herself to enter.
Closing the door behind him, he looked upon her in question. She didn't remember him after all and he felt pain in his chest once again. She was so beautiful, even now. Her skin as porcelain and her hair as silky and beautiful as he remembered her. Even the scent around her was the same. She fiddled with her dress, nervously, and he didn't know what he was doing before he was searching inside her mind, only to find nothing but darkness and confusing thoughts that made no sense at all. He blinked a few times, she was looking at him.
He glanced out the window for a second, then at her "So who is your trainer?" he asked, sitting down on his bed, he had that one chair she had decided to sit upon, a small table next to the chair, and his bed. His room was small and no decorations were upon the wall. He could have had any room he wanted, yet he choose this because he liked it the most.
"Death… Death is my master" he frowned lightly and shook his head "No one's your master, you're as strong as them, they are just a guide for now." she smiled invisibly by his words. "I am a failure already I am afraid. I… I am sorry for saying that, but I am. I shouldn't be here in the first place" he studied her "Then where?" he asked, raising a golden eyebrow "I… I am looking for someone.. Important to me" he suddenly smiled hopefully. "Who?" "My father" she said and he gulped lightly "Your father?" She nodded "My father…" "Oh…" she fiddled with her dress still and he slowly arose from his bed, standing in front of her. "I hope you'll find him" he spoke, looking out the window. She left the chair to stand next to him, looking at his face "I… I should leave…" her head bowed downwards humbly and he nodded lightly "I'll see you Liria" he spoke before he thought of it, she stopped by the door, not yet opening it "… How did you know my name?" She whispered, her voice hardly hearable, but he heard her. "I… That was your name? Heh… eh"
His hands trailed down her soft, cold skin. Her back had the perfect curve and she looked just like he had remembered her. Every inch of her body had been untouched since then and he leaned his body against hers, his lips gently kissing her skin. She giggled sweetly, a titter from her lips as she turned to face him. Her beautiful face looking up into his golden eyes and Tekael felt like a boy again. "I've missed you" She slowly spoke, her voice so soft and amazingly sweet. "I love you Liri" her tiny, white body moved upwards as she lifted herself up and sitting. He sat up next to her, gently caressing her shoulders with his rough fingers against cotton skin. She leaned against his chest, closing her eyes lightly, her naked body so small compared to his, he was strong and tall compared to his kinsmen and her shape was skinny and tiny, it made him want to protect her from everything. He smelled her hair and kissed her hair lightly, wrapping his arms around her small body, sheltering her from any harm. Teasingly he ran a hand down her small, firm breast, having it bounce happily as he poked it with a finger, hearing her giggle at him warmed his heart and he closed his eyes, whispering "I love you till the end Liria" she moved to sit across on his lap, looking into his golden eyes, asking with a whisper, as if her words were too fragile for her to speak them aloud. "Do you really?" he nodded truthfully and kissed her lips gently "I do, I love you Liria, no matter what happens I'll always love you" she nodded lightly, sliding her hands down his strong chest. "and I you, in the afterlife as well as now". Strong arms pulled her close as he rested his head upon her shoulder. And Tekael cried, not out of pain, but out of joy and love.
Anger smiled lightly to Death and went standing from her official chair "I guess the Oracle work in secret ways huh?" Death grinned "Hardly Anger, they knew already... Arousal works better when he's in love. And Doubt... Well they are the perfect match".