She smiled, sinking into the water and letting out an appreciative sigh.Ranoria wrote:Charlia wrote:"It was excellent last time..."
He opens the door awkwardly, as his hands are full, and walks in, doing the same to the bathroom door, "Good, happy you liked it. Just didn't know if you wanted it any hotter."
Not sure how much hotter I could make it though...
He sets her down next to the tub and tosses a manju jewel in, instantly filling it, and holds his hand over to set it at the appropriate temperature before pouring in some sort of bubble mix stuff.
"There you go." He reaches into the dorm and grabs a brown box, setting it on the rim of the tub, and takes off the top, revealing it to be a box of chocolates.
Ryujin kisses her, then turns to leave, stopping, "Anything else you need?"
"Thank you, but I think I'll be all right... I'll try to stay awake this time."
Skyline United wrote:Charlia wrote:"It was excellent last time..."Can't... not while he's still alive...
Why won't it ever stop?
Isn't it obvious? You are mine. You always will be.
Why won't you ever die?!
He heard her thoughts and wrapped his arms around her. "I will not let you be harmed. W-whoever that other voice is, I won't let them hurt you. Please, just rest. You need it." he said with concern.
She nodded wearily. Her last thought before drifting into restless sleep was Thank you...
And then the nightmares started.
"Awake at night, I search my room;
Awash in tears, I sense the gloom.
The stroke of twelve, the witching hour,
The bells speak of his horrid power."
When Charlotte opened her eyes, she literally fell off the side of the bed. She pressed her hands against the ground to get up, but her fingers slid into something sticky. She lifted her hand and looked at her fingers. Red liquid dripped from the ends, and she frowned. She had bled here, and recently... her eyes widened. It had to be the night. Then she heard something--moaning. Crying. The sounds of suffering. A draft brushed her cheek, cool and moist, and a whisper followed.
"A chime for darkness, two for fears,
Three for tyrant's tortured years;
The tones recount the hurts, the lies,
The tears of grief from captive eyes."
"Will you be my friend?" Charlotte sucked in a breath and froze in place. "I'm so lonely. Will you stay with me?" She screamed.
"I cry, I weep, I can't pretend
This darkest night will ever end.
The morn is but a twisted dream;
O wake me now before I scream."
"No! You're dead! Leave me alone!" The draft stopped, as did the voice, and the moaning returned. The laments grew louder. A new voice bounced into the room, clearly from outside.
"As light and darkness storm and clash,
As swords collide and soldiers thrash,
The nightmare pounds within my brain
Of tyrant's tortures, children's chains."
"Stop fighting!" A man's voice, sharp and angry.
"Alas, my fractures leave me there
To merely stand in awestruck stare.
I give my blood and final gasp
And fall into the reaper's grasp."
"No! Please, please! Don't--" Charlotte couldn't breathe. A grunt sounded. Scratching noises, and then a scream. She peeked outside, and then pulled her head back, feeling nauseous. The scream faded quickly as if carried away by the wind, and silence ensued. She gasped for breath, bowing her head.
"The vultures feast; corruption creeps;
Yet I am but a girl asleep.
The bell then tolls the twelve of noon;
Again I count within my swoon."
Then the lonely girl's voice from earlier spoke again. "Dad," it whispered, "I wish you were here. It's so lonely here in the dark."
"The twelfth leaves echoes strewn about,
Like shattered glass reflecting doubt.
I listen while the echoes fade,
And silence starts a new charade."
Charlotte covered her face and wept.
But that wasn't all, no, there was still more to come.
That was when she felt an odd sensation. Like she was being pulled towards something. Pulled towards the girl lying out in the cold, shivering and bleeding. But then once she entered the girl's body, she was herself again, seventeen years old, but still in the same place, the same position. But then she heard footsteps.
She looked up in fear, thinking her tormentor had returned.
No; it was worse.
Thanatos stood in front of her, staring down at her, and she couldn't bear what she saw in his eyes.
She shook her head frantically, reaching out, pleading with him.
"Don't leave me alone! Please, don't leave me here alone again! Please, Thanatos, please, don't leave me here!"
But he looked at her with disgust and contempt.
Then he turned and walked away, fading into night...
And once more, Charlotte was alone, weeping in the dark.