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 Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 8:07 pm
Aisa was in the past she coveted most, when Death had been at their epitome of the Clans. She would recognize these lava flows anywhere, these stone pillars she often slept against. It was nostalgia at it's fullest, it's best and worst. But it wasn't the past, it wasn't reality at all. However, the figure that casually sat in front of her would tempt her into thinking otherwise. She thought she would never see those red irises again.
She sat behind him, her back meeting his back. He felt solid for the first time in years. He wasn't a wisp of insanity to her perpetual surprise. They fell into a silence, heavy with emotions of the past. It was difficult for both of them to speak, as they both just took the time to feel each other's existences after so long.
"I told you, I'm only loyal to Death."
"I know."
His voice was quiet and muted. He knew, this entire dream knew, of her decision. Now Aisa was waiting for her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 10:20 pm
"Aisa."
The place, everything jolted for a second, feeling very wrong. The warmth subsided, the familiar stillness dissipated. The only thing left were shadows.
"Aisa," the voice repeated, from a table, a table of four. On end end was someone cloaked entirely in deep red, and on the other a cloak of black. At the center of the table was a small assortment of food, unimportant, fruits, cheese mostly, a fine human-like wine. The black figure beckoned again to the two empty seats, each one across from the other. "Please take a seat. We're about to start."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 10:33 pm
Aisa's figure stilled, as the abrupt change of atmosphere seemed to echo through her entire being. Even dream Kreios's glance was diverted, although his posture didn't change. He stayed in the shadows, against a blacker pillar. His blood red pupils narrowed, turning his gaze back into a nonextent focus in front of him.
He simply did not belong at the table because illusions were nothing more than illusions.
Aisa fingered a glass of wine before seating herself, the ever so slight tremors were an indicator of her anger.
"Formalities are a bit redundant now, aren't they?"
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