ooc:// My Alexei blog is deus-ex-ecstasy.tumblr.com, this blog is now dead as Desz. If you wanna follow me there, I’ll follow you back. /shameless self advertising, stupid self advertising.
I need ideas for it, but I don’t even have a picture for it yet. /notablet, noskill
What’s the matter, Mi ami?’ (Open rp, the end of Desz. )
Aleph came around the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Her mind was slow processing what her eyes told her - Desz was bleeding out in front of Aleph’s apartment, with Alexei crouching over her. A moment more and Aleph raced forward, feeling as though she were dreaming. She heard someone screaming Desz’s name, and realized that the sound was coming from her own mouth. She crouched next to the first friend she’d ever found, taking Desz’s hand. She ignored Alexei for the time being. She used her other hand to try and stop the bleeding, though part of her knew it was probably too late.
Alexei smiled at Aleph. So did Desz. ”Aleph, it was a promise. It was a pleasure meeting you though.”
It was clearly Alexei speaking through her. Desz gripped her hand, her eyes screaming otherwise.“Aleph, leave.” Alexei said firmly. “I apologize for the mess on your stoop, she’ll be gone shortly. Though a promise is a promise, and she’s only keeping up her end.”
Desz’s grip loosened and her head went limp. “Promises…” She mumbled. “I am sorry, Aleph.”Alexei’s smile broadened as he watched Desz fade.
Aleph spun around as if she’d just noticed Alexei. Tears sprang to her eyes as she tried to glare at him, only managing a broken expression. She turned back to Desz almost immediately. “Hang… hang on. We’ll get you to the hospital… it won’t take long. You’ll be okay…” She knew she was lying, but she was desperate to get Desz to hold on just a little longer. Maybe, she hoped, if she kept saying it, it would be true. Desz’s grip loosened and Aleph began to panic, holding tighter, as though that would keep Desz with her. “Don’t go… please…” She didn’t even notice as the tears began to fall. She watched Desz fade, still as a statue. When it was over, she remained immobile, unable to process what had just happened.
Desz’s eyes were completely empty, Alexei holding her other hand. ”She’s gone, Aleph.” He lifted the small, limp body over his shoulder. He was barely larger than Desz and it looked awkward, him carrying her. “If it’s to any avail…” He was done hiding his soft spot for the angel. “Nevermind… I got nothing…”
What’s the matter, Mi ami?’ (Open rp, the end of Desz. )
Alexei stood next to Desz, running a hand through his shock of black hair. His sickly yellow eyes focused on her. ”Are you done?”
Desz was crouched over, coughing. “Yes.” Blood trickled down her smiling lips.“You never told me you were barren, Desz’moriah. I was promised the soul of a child.”
“Alexei… I didn’t know.” The small switchblade wound in her lower abdomen was beginning to hurt terribly. “But you should have.”
“I only know what you know. I make what you know true, in a way. And I’m here tonight to tell you, you don’t exist. Not anymore.”More blood. Desz’s hand went to the wound. “I— Are you done with me already?”
Alexei flared up, body flickering in shadows. “Already!?” He snarled. ”Darling, I was promised your soul as soon as you could bear me a child, another soul. You’re 14 years overdue, and it’s a little too late for plea bargaining.” He snickered.
“Alexei… it doesn’t have to—”
He crouched down next to Desz, kissed her blood-soaked hand, right below the palm. “It does, mi ami. You lied. You did know.” It was true. How could Desz not know? But how did she hide it from Alexei? Survival wasn’t her greatest instinct and when it came to the demon, he really was her only survival.
“14 years too late. I’m stronger than you, I don’t need you.”
‘Am I already dead?’ Desz wondered, there was no one on the street, but she’d think someone would hear this falling out.Aleph came around the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Her mind was slow processing what her eyes told her - Desz was bleeding out in front of Aleph’s apartment, with Alexei crouching over her. A moment more and Aleph raced forward, feeling as though she were dreaming. She heard someone screaming Desz’s name, and realized that the sound was coming from her own mouth. She crouched next to the first friend she’d ever found, taking Desz’s hand. She ignored Alexei for the time being. She used her other hand to try and stop the bleeding, though part of her knew it was probably too late.
Alexei smiled at Aleph. So did Desz. ”Aleph, it was a promise. It was a pleasure meeting you though.”
It was clearly Alexei speaking through her. Desz gripped her hand, her eyes screaming otherwise.
“Aleph, leave.” Alexei said firmly. “I apologize for the mess on your stoop, she’ll be gone shortly. Though a promise is a promise, and she’s only keeping up her end.”
Desz’s grip loosened and her head went limp. “Promises…” She mumbled. “I am sorry, Aleph.”
Alexei’s smile broadened as he watched Desz fade.
What’s the matter, Mi ami?’ (Open rp, the end of Desz. )
Alexei stood next to Desz, running a hand through his shock of black hair. His sickly yellow eyes focused on her. ”Are you done?”
Desz was crouched over, coughing. “Yes.” Blood trickled down her smiling lips.
“You never told me you were barren, Desz’moriah. I was promised the soul of a child.”
“Alexei… I didn’t know.” The small switchblade wound in her lower abdomen was beginning to hurt terribly. “But you should have.”
“I only know what you know. I make what you know true, in a way. And I’m here tonight to tell you, you don’t exist. Not anymore.”
More blood. Desz’s hand went to the wound. “I— Are you done with me already?”
Alexei flared up, body flickering in shadows. “Already!?” He snarled. ”Darling, I was promised your soul as soon as you could bear me a child, another soul. You’re 14 years overdue, and it’s a little too late for plea bargaining.” He snickered.
“Alexei… it doesn’t have to—”
He crouched down next to Desz, kissed her blood-soaked hand, right below the palm. “It does, mi ami. You lied. You did know.” It was true. How could Desz not know? But how did she hide it from Alexei? Survival wasn’t her greatest instinct and when it came to the demon, he really was her only survival.
“14 years too late. I’m stronger than you, I don’t need you.”
‘Am I already dead?’ Desz wondered, there was no one on the street, but she’d think someone would hear this falling out.
OOC:// Deactivation
Since I am going to either deactivate or abandon this blog, I still want to make a lurker blog or another rp blog. I’m wondering, should I make it for my character Alexei, having consumed Desz’moriah’s soul and gone on to better horizons, or if I should just abandon tumblr and roleplay completely?
Break my fucking hands
Will tomorrow set me free?
Why can’t I lie to you?
Why won’t you be honest with me?
Break my fucking hands.
Desz and the World that Never Was or something like that
Desz, standing on the edge of the wall, inhaled the stale air. This world was strange, silent, and dark. The empty feeling was imminent, which was kind of nice. She had been here maybe once or twice before, she thought, in a dream maybe. She tended to have those. Pre-cognizant dreams, that was.
She paced along the edge of the wall. It felt like even Alexei was gone, like he had refused to come here with her. She was beginning to feel a weight on her chest, ultra aware of her heartbeat. She placed her hand gently on the lace top of her camisole, long red fingernails on her skin looking like marks against the pale light of the strange, heart-shaped… moon, was it?
Kingdom Hearts. She had heard of it, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Heartless, Nobodies. She had had her encounters, all of them strange, but what led her here?
OOC:// Let me take a moment to talk crazy
So I am torn between revamping and deactivating and quitting roleplay for realsies this time. Such a conundrum. This has been my life since I was a little kid. Not just tumblr, that’s been my more recent addition, but roleplay in general. I don’t want to quit, but I’ve just hit a brick wall and can’t fathom anything new or exciting.
I do love Desz. If I were the type to have imaginary significant others - which I may or may not be (here’s looking at the personal Xaldin living in my head… Just kidding… :P ) -which I’m not, Desz would be my imaginary girlfriend. Now I just sound crazy, and I’m done digressing.
Anyway, like I said, I’m too shy to talk to people I follow and I’m too shy to talk to people who follow me. I prefer skype roleplay, but I can’t even talk to my one follower who I don’t know in person who added me on skype because I’m scared to death of them. It’s not healthy. I love all of you, and all of your roleplaying is so terrifically quality, and I just don’t know what to do with myself.
If anyone would like to talk to me on Skype, my real person is Ellis Wilkinson. My skype name is Xiannyn/Delani, based on a character that I can’t roleplay on tumblr because of her connection to canon characters (if anyone is interested, she’s my most fleshed out character, and while her story is total crack, she’s kind of interesting to me). My skype username is lovelikewinterxx and I love to talk to people if they approach me first. I try my hardest not to be boring…
Revamp, or deactivate?
Walking with you through the courtyard
Where everything is marble and smooth
You said the idea of perfection
Was just fundamentally cruel
and talked about joining the circus
and trading your face for a mask
Oh i know you, want to
I just don’t believe that you can
We made quite a pair in the morning
We both tend to traffic in dreams
Seeing it now from the outside
You kept all your dark ones from me
And said you plan to go rambling
As you sat on that big window sill
Oh i know you, want to
I just don’t believe that you will
You long to go hide in the bramble
Or fall off the face of the earth
you wish you could live with the beggars
on the steps of some crumbling church
you say you’d like to go hungry
but the truth is you just had your fill
Oh i know you, want to
I just don’t believe that you will
On Sundays you stroll through the market
And feel like you traveled through time
Buying back all your possessions
That were stolen from some former life
Return to me tied in a corset
To say “don’t you know who I am?”
Oh I know you, want to
I just don’t believe that you can
Yes I know you, want to
I just don’t believe that you can
And trying to make an invention
Something the worlds never seen
To sweep away all of the trouble
And leave the place shiny and clean
Patent your brave new creation
And hold it right there in your hand
Oh i know you, want to
I just don’t believe that you can
I waited for you at the landing
The water was crystal and calm
All these ideas of forever
Are just fundamentally wrong
You say that your love makes you honest
Then you’re caught with your hand in the till
Oh I know you, want to
I just don’t believe that you will
Yes i know you, want to
I just don’t believe that you will
(plyrics.com)
