wicked-lady:

roobeus:

It had been a long time since Rubeus had felt something like this, so long that he couldn’t really place it. It hurt, and he quickly got down on his knee, took the Rbbait’s hand and bowed his head.

“Your wish is my command, milady.”

He looked up.

“And what a wonderful, promising name, if I may say so,” he purred, and the gleam in his eyes wasn’t exactly devout.

He got up and sighed.

“I wish I could show you Nemesis right now, so you knew what we’re fighting for. There’s a lot of people I want you to meet before the place gets wiped almost empty. But I don’t know how to get there any more. You know, a spaceship would have helped with this enormously. Well, Saphire will know. At least I hope so. But it might endanger the mission if we leave for Nemesis now, so we’ll have to make certain we don’t bring more trouble home than we can afford to. 

So, what are we going to do with this here?”

His foot kicked the unconsious future King Endymion.

“I don’t have a safe place to take him that I’d be able to defend against senshi, because someone destroyed my spaceship. But we might never get a chance again to get so close to him. We need to use this to our advantage.”

He turned to Wicked Lady with a smirk.

“Now let’s see what you can do, shall we?”

Wicked Lady nodded affirmatively, strolling around the knocked-out Mamoru, studying him carefully. Her red heels clacked as they traveled the floor.

“With what I know about him,” she began, “for some reason I remember him being easily manipulated. It’s happened a few times, nothing I remember explicitly. And even if I am wrong, then he still seems like the type.”

She crouched down to get a better look at him. Distracted, she began studying him, stroking his dark hair. Remembering then what she was doing, she flinched. She had business to attend to.

“I think the only thing we can do at this point is try to keep him subdued until we can think of something to really do with him. The problem is, I have no safe place myself.”

Then she stopped herself, getting an idea. “Though I begin to wonder what a little black crystal influence would do. What do you think? You certainly know more about it than I do.”

Kunzite’s step were more deliberate than usual.  He really didn’t want to have this conversation with his Prince.  He had no wish to get there, for the first time in his life, and see Endymion.  He sighed, he knew he had to.  It was, unfortunantly, his responsibility.  He’d battled with himself for a long while on whether or not the Prince really needed to know.  In the end, he decided that the Moon Princess would tell him about Ami eventually, and it was probably best.

Much too soon, Mamoru’s apartment came into view.  He trudged up the stairs, taking more time than needed when and elevator had been waiting at the bottom for him.  With a deep breath he twisted the nob and opened the door, “Endymion, we need to…”

He trailed off.  Confusion crossed his face first.  The two figures leaned over his Prince taking a moment to sink in.  The very next second however, gold flashed around him and his sword was in his hand.  He looked around, sizing up the two figures in the room.

The man standing in front of him rung no bells.  But the woman leaned over the prince struck something inside of him, though he couldn’t figure out what it was.  He straightened his stance and met them each by the eye.

“I suggest you back away, if you’d like to keep your heads, of course,” he was livid.  At them and at himself.  They were supposed to protect him and they were too busy squabbling amongst themselves to do anything.

Not sure if I’m supposed to go but I am.

Dishonored Beyond Salvation

nephrite:

zoi-:

Zoisite bitterly enjoyed watching his brother squirm. He drank in the dark-haired man’s discomfort like a fine wine, his green eyes ignited with a strange, justified pleasure. It was not as though he hated the man, but he did want to see him hurt just as much as he himself was. Nephrite deserved it. So as Nephrite took a step towards him, Zoisite grinned at the delicious turmoil he caused for his brother.

Then the words came. Three words that Zoisite had been searching for, but now that they echoed into the room, everything changed. It made him feel hollow inside; despite having wanted the confession, hearing the actual words from his brother’s mouth was terrible. It brought no satisfaction, no pleasure. It just made him feel alone. Zoisite’s smile faded almost instantly, and his hearing garbled up as if he were underwater. Nephrite was still yelling at him, but he couldn’t really focus on it. How had this all gone so wrong?

But instead of apologizing, Zoisite hardened. He let his gaze drop to the floor and let Nephrite turn away. His brother said he did not want to run, and before Zoisite could even think of an answer, Kunzite had stepped in. Zoisite’s green eyes flew to his mentor, welled up with tears of uncertainty. A brief flash of anger, misunderstanding, a question of, ‘why?’ was communicated through his eyes. His mentor did not speak, but there was an answer in his eyes: trust me. Zoisite turned his nose up and away from the other two men, his lips pressed tight. A lofty air came over him as he crossed his arms delicately over his chest. “Fine. If Kunzite has asked you to say, you better be wise enough this time to stay put.”

Kunzite voice boomed with reason at Nephrite, and Zoisite listened painfully. Speaking of Pallas and Ami brought back the pain fresh, but he was instinctively loyal to Kunzite, no matter the circumstance. He turned to Nephrite with a bitter look. ”So now you know, dear brother,” he said sharply. “My future daughter walks among us. A child born both of Senshi and Shitennou alike, and yes, she will take after her mother. In the future, I will have a family with one of those aliens that you fight against so desperately. Will you hate me for this? Our lives have been tied together, past, present and future. I cannot fight them any longer, Nephrite. I have no reason to.”

Zoisite bared his teeth in a sharp sneer, cocking his head to one side as he raised a brow. His eyes burned into Nephrite from behind Kunzite’s shoulder. “You may not like any of this, but it is happening. It is going to happen. The future is real, and my daughter is living proof. So this damned crusade you’re on to make those girls leave is never going to succeed, Nephrite. Never. You have failed before you ever even started.”

Nephrite felt the weight of Kunzite’s words like a bag of bricks. He no longer deserved such lofty terms to describe his status because it had been some time since Nephrite had even dreamed of being a diplomat but that didn’t mean that he forgot how it felt to serve in such a role for his Prince. “I understand what you’re saying about their union Kunzite, but you know how long I’ve fought against this? At least knowing that it’s inevitable…that nothing I can do will ever change what has happened and that nothing I can do will make any difference in the long run can have an impact on how a person’s views a matter.”

A part of him didn’t want to talk about his punishment in front of Zoisite. Nephrite knew that the Zoisite was entitled to seeing the punishment carried out but something about it just didn’t seem right, though he had no doubt that Zoisite would rejoice in his pain. Leaning against the nearest piece of furniture Nephrite closed his body language in on itself as he looked up to make eye contact with Kunzite. “I’m assuming we will discuss my punishment later once you have had time to speak with the Prince?” It was only right to involve the Prince in this because he would definitely need to be informed of such actions since he was still one of his men. Nephrite’s eyes looked over to Zoisite before looking back at Kunzite with a grave expression on his face, “And about what we talked about earlier Kunzite, I think you understand what lengths I am willing to go to in order to pay for my crimes against Zoisite and his companion. Please don’t forget that I know you do not wish for such extremes to be taken but if the Prince requires it of me, then so be it.”

In order to help his brothers though Nephrite had to push aside the idea that the only way for him to pay for such sins was with his death. If he had to die let it be after the female returned to his brother, at least then his death would mean something. As Zoisite began speaking once more Nephrite couldn’t help but allow the depth of the pain Zoisite was clearly feeling to seep into his stream of consciousness. The pain present was overwhelming as he watched the young man boast behind Kunzite in his guarded position. With a sigh he spoke, “So it would seem Zoisite.” Unwilling to provoke him further Nephrite simply agreed with him. Nephrite would have turned around to look at Jadeite but his shame was overwhelming. Everything that his brothers were saying was right, but that didn’t mean he automatically wanted to accept them.  

There was simply no fight left in him as he stood there in front of his brother. “You have to know that if I had known…” Nephrite wished he could say that he never would have used Ami, but he wasn’t even sure he could say that at this point. What he did know was that he wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. To be a disappointment to anyone else would have been easy to tolerate. But to break apart his brothers the way he had, and for a moment to actually realize that most of their strife was because of him was tearing him apart from the inside out. His eyes darted between them before settling on an object just over Kunzite’s other shoulder. At least by looking at that he wouldn’t have to see their disappointment and anger while giving off the illusion that he was still brave enough to make eye contact. “So if I don’t have to run where shall I stay? My things are no longer in Jadeite’s apartment because I’ve moved them to a safe location and as much as I’d like him to help take the blame for this, I refuse to have him suffer any negative consequences for something that I’ve done on my own. I can return to where I have been hiding or I can find another place to stay. I understand that Zoisite came to speak with you so I would hate to hinder that conversation any longer than I have with my presence.”

“And regardless of what you might think Zoisite about how much I will hate you, or about how much I will hate you either of you because of your futures it isn’t true. While I might not want to start up a relationship with one of them, that doesn’t mean that I should piss all over your happiness. I mean hell if things really are as futile for me as you say that they are there really is no reason to fight you off anymore.”

Pushing off from his reclined position Nephrite finally turned to look at Jadeite who had remained silent for some time, he simply assumed however that he still felt too ill to be involved in all of his mess he simply nodded in his direction before turning back to Kunzite. “Since it’s obvious that we are in no shape to figure my mess out this evening would it be safe to make plans at a later date so that we can get together and figure this out as soon as possible? Zoisite deserves to spend time with you individually before his duties as a father take him back to his child I am not so heartless as to not see that.”

Bowing he moved to gather what few possessions he had brought with him. “I shall retrieve my things and return to you as soon as you reach out for me.” He realized that he had continued talking without waiting for Kunzite’s guidance. Feeling guilty he stopped his movements and rephrased his original statement, “unless there was something else you had in mind for me Kunzite, I am open to your direction?”

Kunzite’s head was pounding.  He wasn’t sure where they had gotten.  Had the gotten anywhere?  Nephrite had admitted his fault, but what good did that do?  They still had a long way to go.  Him saying that something went wrong, while maybe not his fault entirely, wasn’t really helping the matters as they were.  They had to figure something out, but Kunzite didn’t even know where to start.

He listened to his brother’s for a minute, knowing he was being referred to, but keeping quiet.  He kept his eyes closed and leaned agains the wall.  He turned over every word they’d spoken since he’d awoken Nephrite.  He tried to think clearly but he was too torn and much too tired.

“You’ve only to start accepting these things, Nephrite.  No one is arranging a marriage between you and one of them.  We know better than most about just wanting to do what we want,” he stated after some time.  “The Prince will be consulted, but I’m sure his solution will be less brash than yours.” 

He gave his eyes one hard rub as Nephrite stood and started gathering his stuff.  He glanced at Zoisite, then back at Nephrite.  As Nephrite headed to the door, he shook his head, “Just stay here.”

He didn’t clarify anything else, any other reasoning.  And it wasn’t a request, it was a demand.  He’d spoken and he was sure Nephrite understood he was expected to follow an order.  He didn’t look at Zoisite again, not sure what the other man would feel at the moment, but he did speak, “You should find your little one.”

fucking bullshit piece of shit IE

Wrote a whole response and then it deleted itself.
What the actual fuck.
I don’t know if I can do this again rn.

good news and bad news…

Good news, everything is taken care of and the semester is over with 4 b(-)s and a D (in a fucking psych class to top it off. What the hell). So yay. Now I’m just moving to lots of work hours instead of school, moving, and lots of work hours.

Bad news, the damn limb cutters hired by the utility board cut down our cable line… so I’m internetless. Except for 3g on my phone. Probably until tomorrow the way it’s looking.

So if whoever is next in the shitennou thread wants to go, do it to it!

And ami i promise pallas soon.

I promise I’ll respond soon.

I’ve just been so tired all the time right now and can’t motivate myself.  But, we’re into exam week and I have two this week, a paper due next week, and then two more exams.  So I’m almost done.