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[ Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen of Vatheon— whatever your newfound stature may be, Prince, Princess, Knight, or Peasant, you will all receive a message on your SFC on the eve of Saturday regardless:

You are cordially invited to the castle for this evening's ball. In addition, you are all welcome to try and solve the riddle if it fancies you. It just may break the curse!

The invitation is unsigned, but its intentions are clear. Maybe you hadn't quite noticed the sizeable castle in the distance of the city that had sprung up, but this message would surely garner your attention toward it now.

Should you arrive at the castle, plenty of attractions await you:

Ballroom ❧ A very large and beautiful ballroom is lighted up, complete with a playing violin orchestra. While the curtains will be drawn during this event, there is a windowed view and exit on one side of the ballroom that leads to:

Smee's Rose Garden ❧ A broad and colorful spanse of a garden, complete with many paths and turns. Plenty of roses are arranged in great arches, which provide perfect little places should you need some privacy with your sweetheart. Anyone familiar will even tell you that the garden was purposefully designed for just that sort of thing.

The Riddle ❧ There is an inscription located on a noticeable plaque set in one of the garden's benches. It reads:

Two are necessary to break this curse
Riled up, upset, what kind of love?
Only this kiss will stop it from getting worse.
Look for a winged one is push comes to shove,
Look for a glance slightly dark,
Search for a pair in reluctant love.
One answers a call; that's your mark;
One longs for patria though adverse.

Dining Hall ❧ Connected to the ballroom is an extremely long hall that stretches as far as the eye can see, elegantly arranged as the dining area. Expensive and exquisite cuisine seem to be on the menu— try something new? Chances are you won't be eating from a selection such as this again anytime soon!

Dais ❧ There is a noticeable raised dais that is easily visible via any area within the ballroom. It's locked off from guests, though— what is it for...?

Do enjoy. ]

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Oh I'll be alright. I'm used to it by now!

Izaya didn't comment because he really didn't know what to say to Shizuo. Smile again? Shizuo was speaking to him as though they were lovers rather than the actual enemies that they were. He had a tone in his voice like he cared and maybe that was the worst part of all. Izaya knew the truth. Curses didn't bring out inner feelings of people. It just sort of warped them into doing foolish things. Things like talking to your mortal enemy like they were tendered love ones. Izaya could only imagine what it would have been like had he been under the curse as well.

"Yeah, well. I'm pretty afraid too," he muttered because if Shizuo woke up from this- Izaya really didn't even want to imagine what that meant. Would Shizuo remember? That didn't even matter anymore. Shizuo would wake up and just know that he wanted to crush Izaya's wind pipes and throw him half-way across Vatheon.

He was so caught up in his thought that he didn't really even register what Shizuo was doing until the tearing sound of his shirt startled him and his eyes widened.

"What the hell are you-" he began to snap, but then realized that Shizuo was in the mentality of some pathetic romantic from a fairy tale. He stared at the slash, the one that looked so very familiar, and the blood that oozed from it. He looked up at Shizuo and sort of just sneered at him.

"You're an idiot," he said, before he snatched the dagger from Shizuo and spun it easily in hand to bring it to his own body. He didn't even hesitate when he ground the knife into his own chest. It was a direct stab. It wasn't a slash but a solid stick into his chest. He grimaced faintly as a good inch of the knife sunk in before he ripped it out- and out with it came a bit of his own blood, of which was now mixed with Shizuo's on the dagger. He could feel the pain but was numb enough that he didn't register it beyond its general existence.

Instead, he took the dagger to his mouth and slid it between his lips- making the dagger clean by taking that blood into his mouth. He tossed the dagger aside, grabbed Shizuo by his face and brought their mouths together in a brutal kiss. It was harsh and violent and angry but most of all, it was floored down with a withheld passion and when Izaya submerged his tongue into Shizuo's mouth- it wasn't out of lust but a pained desire to shake Shizuo awake. The blood in his mouth mixed into Shizuo's and soon everything was a mixture. The taste of Shizuo's tongue, his blood, Izaya's blood, Izaya's mouth- it all became blindingly the same and Izaya's body sank against Shizuo's as he kissed him.

But the kiss became gentle somewhere there. It became tender and aware. His tongue slid easily over Shizuo's and his lips fit well against Shizuo's in a way that he'd remember for a long time. Finally, with reluctance, he broke the kiss with a final peck to Shizuo's mouth and withdrew, his eyes opening anxiously and his mouth a dark red from the rather- gory kiss.

[ Normally she'd be jumping at a chance to tell him to knock off the high-and-mighty act, but she's still sore from the other week. She'd done just fine not talking to him, but having to face him again... ]

Eridan, please. You are not helping!

[He has to laugh. It's no more pleasant than Zelda's smile.]

You think I don't know that? Trust me. I do. I try to get close to him in the only ways that I know how to. And if that's through his rage, then fine.

And what about you, Zelda? You seem like the preoccupied type. You're a Princess of where you come from but you're still focused on the ways of your world that you seem to forget you're not in that world anymore. What about your happiness? And your love? Isn't that something worth consideration?

[Signless had mentioned how neither of them admitted to anything, save for perhaps vague things. What did Darkleer expect, admitting to such a painful, open secret? He doesn't know. But a part of him is not surprised when those words are not echoed back. A troll like him doesn't deserve that star-like heart which beats and hums inside of Lysunder's chest.]

[It still hurts.]

As you wish.

[Carefully, he moves his legs until he is down against the ground, hooves beneath his large body and hands hanging uselessly at his side. He doesn't know what Lysunder has planned, and perhaps he doesn't care.]

[Anything to make this painful moment end.]

[He pauses, just staring at her a moment, but then he just awkwardly adverts his eyes from her and lets out a sigh.]

Alright, alright... Look, maybe we can find Kar or sssomethin' an' he can fix ya up an' you can go to the bloody ball.

[Maybe he was trying to ignore the fact there is still some tension between them, but he knows as much as he can try to put that fact on the back burner, it won't make it go away, won't change the fact that there IS that tension. He hates it. He just wants things to be normal between them again.]

Edited 2012-02-13 06:57 (UTC)

Even if it were, the person that I love is not here. My happiness lies back in my world.

[She closes her eyes, tilting her head back.]

That isn't the case for everyone, though. For some people, their happiness lies here. The constraints of their world are removed in this place, and they can pursue it.

[ Heaving a big sigh, she pulls her head back, resting them on her paws and not really looking at him anymore. ]

That's okay. Really. I'll be alright, I promise! I'll take care of myself.

[Summoner stays back as Darkleer moves to lay down, and he judges the heights of either of them now. Slowly he pads over, stopping a few feet away with his tail sliding against the ground behind him.]

[Yes, that's exactly what Signless said. That's what's wrong with this.]

Your bow I would curse you know.

[He starts, moving closer again, looking up. Lysunder nears enough to reach up with a paw, just barely able to press it against Darkleer's cheek as he tilts his head up to look at him, ears sunk.]

I would damn you before I knew how you suffered from it, before I felt how you should suffer for it. And you did. You suffered hotblood lifetimes for that arrow, that arrow you probably still hold to such importance now. I doubt when I was younger I could have ever felt this way for you. Perhaps it was my naivety that would stop that... Even if back then I might have atleast allowed myself to feel this for another, be it not you, nor any highblood...

I love you, and that-

[he stops for a moment, those words making his throat tighten and his breath stop.]

-That is why I chose to try and stop our encounters. I already have a passion in my life, something that will take all I have from me. Giving you what pity I have left would be unfair to you, even if I feel seas of that red emotion when you enter my mind...

I pity the man who wishes to live in the dark, I pity the man that can't see the stars above him, who wishes to no longer know the world, and have it no longer know him. Whose bow he both loves and curses far more than any other thing, and who would rather silence rather than the heartbeat of another.

But I can't pity him enough for it to not be a waste on his part. On your part. Do you understand?

Edited 2012-02-13 07:11 (UTC)

That's too bad. It seems like someone loves you here in this world. Oh well. I guess hearts get broken all of the time though, huh? Unrequited love and all of that.

That's right, isn't it? Vatheon is open to possibilities. Very unique place it is. But that doesn't necessarily make it easier.

[He becomes quiet and walks over to Zelda a bit more directly, invading her personal space. He looks down at her and reaches a hand up to put his finger to the center of her forehead.]

You really are a princess.

[He smiles and leans forward and removes his finger to instead press his mouth against her forehead in a simple, platonic kiss.]

I don't like to talk about him like this. It reminds me of things. And it's easier to just hate him back. I'm sure you understand, nn?

[He just continues to frown at her, before:]

I could ssstay with you, if you want. Keep ya company, or sssomethin'.

[He offers her a curious look, fins perking as if to emphasize it.]

[She blinks exaggeratedly a couple times, surprised by the gesture. It's not long before she offers him a soft smile.]

I do. It's a difficult thing.

[Her hand reaches out to touch the plaque. Reluctant love. Who wouldn't be reluctant? It hurts...]

Shizuo hadn't expected that Izaya would grab the dagger from him, let alone plunge it into his own chest. Hadn't Shizuo already hurt him, there? Why would he want to hurt like that again? He opened his mouth, wanting to protest, to tell him to stop, but no words formed. Instead, he watched wide-eyed as Izaya cleaned the dagger with his lips. A dark, sinking fear reestablished itself within Shizuo, because this wasn't going to be an ordinary kiss. This was going to be the kiss. He knew it before Izaya even grabbed his face. He was asleep, and this was going to wake him up.

There was nothing he could do about it, though, because Izaya's move was sudden and intense, and they were kissing in a way that stung and yet felt so incredibly right. Shizuo tasted the blood and felt as though he could taste the anger and violence, too, but he matched Izaya's vigor. He wanted this kiss more that he had ever wanted anything - he knew that now, as Izaya's tongue met his, as everything blended together between the two of them. Shizuo responded to Izaya's body by moving his own so he could hold him, arms around Izaya, passion matched.

And then it was gentle. Perfect. It felt, to Shizuo, in his final moments in the mind frame of the huntsman, that this was what should have happened a long time ago. Lips became gentle, their tongues moving together tenderly rather than with force. And with the final peck, an awareness settled onto Shizuo - slow, like a ripple throughout his mind. There was no crashing, no sense of sudden awareness, just a subtle awakening. His felt felt foggy and he tasted blood on his lips, and Izaya was pulling back and -

Shizuo was himself again.

Only he wasn't. He'd never be the same again, and he knew it. This curse had changed everything.

His expression was tender, at first, but began to change into clear, bright fear. Shizuo brought a shaking hand to his mouth and wiped. Pulling it back, he looked at it. Blood. There was blood on his lips and on his chest - from his chest - and Izaya was bleeding, too - and oh god, he had sliced Izaya's chest days ago, hadn't he? The memories wouldn't stop resurfacing, one-by-one, with an awful slowness. Shizuo stared at Izaya and felt so openly vulnerable and broken that if it weren't Izaya who had been facing him, Shizuo could have cried. Everything hurt in a way he did not understand. His chest, especially. Oh god, his chest - and not the cut. He didn't even feel that.

He had no desire to crush Izaya's windpipe. No desire to send him flying halfway across Vatheon, or even across the garden. He had no desire to touch Izaya at all, because if he did, Shizuo might be violently ill. He put his head in his hands, which became fists in his hair, and groaned, body shaking.

He was awake. Painfully, terribly awake, and all Shizuo wanted to do was go back to sleep.

[He watches her. Zelda truly is an interesting woman. He's met plenty of women and none of them were ever quite so unique and effortlessly strong in ways they didn't even know. Even Celty who was the oldest creature he'd ever met didn't have such an air about her.

Maybe that's why he decided to talk to Zelda about it tonight. That and maybe he was just breaking a little more than he cared to admit.

After all, appearances mean everything.]

Thank you, Zelda.

[It's for everything, really. And never saying his name directly. It made it easier, that's for sure.]

I think I'm going to go to the gardens, nn? Roses are a favorite flower of mine. Especially the red ones.

[The princess felt much the same about Izaya. He had an easy air of intelligence about him, and she didn't need to dumb herself down at all. She had been wary of him at first, but she's come to recognize his own brand of kindness and considers him a person to be respected in many ways. She smiles again when he thanks her, inclining her head.]

Anytime. You should enjoy the garden while it is here, it's lovely.

[She raises her hand in a small wave, wondering if Shizuo ever did leave the gardens or not.]

Izaya knew the moment that he saw Shizuo's expression that it had worked. His entire body was tense- ready to spring back the moment Shizuo threw a punch. Yet it never came. That loathing, fear-inducing rage never roared out of Shizuo like some wild animal. Instead, something a whole lot worse happened. A whole lot worse. That look of realization- that look, that look, that God damn look. Shizuo remembered it all and Izaya was smart enough to figure that out just by that look. He felt this cold sinking sensation because no.

Nothing would ever be the same again.

Things had been warped and ruined before but now everything was obliterated. He had shown too much. He had let too much go and let too much be revealed. Shizuo remembered it all. Izaya stood up at once, his whole body rigid. He didn't know what to do. He felt like he was found out without having been found out and all he could really do was stare at the mess that was supposed to be the Strongest Man in Ikebukuro- but was now just this ruin of a creature that was making these sounds.

What was so tragic anyway?

"You're a monster. Start acting like one," Izaya hissed at Shizuo, angry at his display of hurt emotion. "What the hell are you groaning about? There's nothing for you to be hurt over. Stop it," he said, and with his right foot, he brought it up and rammed it into Shizuo's side. It was a spontaneously violent, useless act of hate that really was just the equivalent of a five year old stomping their foot and pouting because they just didn't understand.

"You don't have a God damn heart for any of this. But if you are hurting..." He smiled sweetly, that bittersweet smile of his, and put his arms behind his back and bent over to look icily at the blond's head, his mouth a wicked smile. He had shoved that fortress back up around himself because there was no way- no way in hell he was going to stay on his knees and break more than he had to.

"I hope to God it breaks everything inside of you. And I hope to God you have nightmares about this for weeks. I can only dream of you feeling even an ounce of pain that-" He stopped himself, his tone slightly crazed. He straightened up and put his hand back over his face, laughing quietly behind it.

"I can't believe..." He shook his head and turned away from the body guard. Away from the man that, essentially, Orihara Izaya was in love with.

And he walked away from the gazebo, his eyes hardened and his mouth fixed. He didn't know if Shizuo would follow. He didn't really care. This night changed everything in an eternal way and Izaya didn't want to stick around for the repercussions so he did what he did best- run away.

[ She doesn't move her head, although her eyes flick back up to stares at him for a moment before she closes them. ]

I want to be your friend, Eridan. I really do. Just not right now. I got so excited that things might actually start to work out for us! The troll I always wanted for a moirail was a real thing!

It's going to be okay, I just need some time still.

[His fins droop considerably hearing that, and his look grows solemn. However, he understands, really he does. Despite how disappointed he is about this, he'll grant her that much. If she needs time, he'll give her time. Better than wasting effort on her if it'll do nothing anyway.]

Alright. Jussst let me know when you're ready to talk or whatewer.

[Yeah, there's a hint of dejection in his tone, he really can't help it.]

The most painful part of waking up was the realization that everything Shizuo had felt throughout that encounter - all of it, the longing, the desire to see Izaya smile, that open, pure love - none of it had faded. It all brimmed at the surface, torn open by the curse and left to bleed. Waking up hadn't meant peace of mind, had not offered him that familiar sense of rage that so effortlessly drowned out everything else. There had been a deep sincerity in everything that had transpired between him and Izaya, one that lingered even as Shizuo's full consciousness tried to bury it back down, and it fucking hurt.

He wanted to hate Izaya just as much as Izaya wanted him to become that monster. He tried, in those moments, tried really hard - but he hadn't had the time to process, to reassert himself, to shove everything back down into something quiet and misunderstood. He wanted to say something. Might have, even, but Izaya didn't let him. Instead, Izaya kicked him, and of course he hardly felt it physically - but mentally. Emotionally. Izaya kicked him while he was down and so incredibly lost that it hurt more than any other physical slight Izaya could have ever taken against him.

Shizuo hated him. He hated him so god damn much that he wanted Izaya to die, because Shizuo fucking felt for him. He fucking -

Shizuo held his breath as Izaya came close, pointedly did not look at him, refused to look at him. And those words. Shizuo wanted the rage to respond, wanted to make Izaya pay for ever wishing such a terrible curse on him, but it was too soon, too fresh. He was too vulnerable. Unlike Izaya, his own fortress had not yet been shoved up. There hadn't been any time. Shizuo was too slow.

As Izaya straightened back up, Shizuo slumped against the gazebo and started laughing. There was nothing of humor, joy, or even mild amusement in that laugh. It was broken, raw, and emotional. Shizuo might as well had been crying - but there were no tears, just dry laughter.

"It will!" he called out at Izaya. No, he wouldn't - couldn't, in his condition - give chase, but he could yell at him before it was too late. "It already has, Izaya! But it's fucked you up, too! You're broken, I can see it! And you're running away like the bastard you are, you fucking flea."

And Shizuo laughed and laughed.

[ Don't mind him, he's just enjoying the show. ]

Izaya could have walked away. He should have walked away. It would have been easy. He had always been very good about controlling his emotions with absolute immaculate perfection.

The problem was that Shizuo had never been an ordinary case. Shizuo had never made Izaya feel normal and he had never made their situation any easier. It complicated things. And had Shizuo been anyone else, Izaya might have been able to keep on walking. But he had always had trouble walking away from Shizuo and ignoring him.

This was one of those times.

He stopped in his tracks and stared out into the darkness of the garden. This sacred place that promised love and romance and praised for it. It was ironic.

Then just like that, he was inexplicably back in front of Shizuo. Moving as fast as ever, he was right there, crouched down in front of Shizuo and in his face like the aggressive side of him tended to get. That wild smile was back in place and his eyes were screeching something furious. There was a brilliant shine of hatred in his eyes- but more than that, there was another emotion. Something a lot different but at the same time- not such a far cry from hate.

"You can see it now?" he asked, tilting his head almost entirely to the side. "Congratulations, Shizu-chan, I'm so glad you're not that blind. Maybe it's because you're not wearing your stupid sunglasses right now," he snarked lowly before he threw his arms out to either side of him and stood back up.

"Not running away now, Shizuo. Am I still a bastard? I bet I am, you son of a bitch. But you're a bastard for not getting up and chasing me. Say, if you mock me for running away, then what would you like me to do, Shizu-chan? Gut myself and spread out my organs for you to poke at?" he asked because he could only feel an unleashed rage. It was a hurt that he hadn't felt in a very long time.

The worst part was the fact that it was from Shizuo admitting that it was fucking him up. From the fact that Shizuo wasn't really denying anything.

[Shizuo nods.]

They could be worse, though.

[Better get some popcorn.]

[Now, Equius could handle the dress. He could handle the dress changing colors. But being ridden? Without his permission?]

[Oh fuck that noise.]

[Here's hoping Karkat is an expert horseman, because he's going to have a wildly bucking and rearing centaur exploding underneath him.]

I will. I'll talk to you later, Eridan.

[ Short conversation thought it was, she doesn't seem too interested in continuing on. ]

Shizuo was still laughing when Izaya was suddenly, quickly in front of him. There was no stifling it, it flowed like a broken tap, and his shoulders shook with the effort. He felt exhausted. This whole week had been exhausting, even the parts that hadn't involved Izaya. He shouldn't have egged Izaya on, because maybe Shizuo could have slipped into a coma right there, in the garden. Maybe it could be his turn to sleep - really sleep - like Izaya had done. Like Shizuo had interrupted. All those memories, poking their way through at the right time. He could have smashed something, if only he could stop laughing.

Still, he stared back at Izaya, met that hatred. There was nothing tender in Shizuo's face now. It was dark, accusatory - and his own familiar, twisted grin began to take over.

Izaya asked him what he would like him to do. One more short laugh, and then Shizuo was on him, quickly and forcefully shoving Izaya to the ground beneath him, twisted grin still on his face. He didn't know where the original dagger went, but the thing about being a huntsman, you always have a spare. Shizuo slipped it out from his boot. This one was smaller, but it would serve its purpose just fine.

"You know what you problem is?" Shizuo asked, a mock laced in his tone. "You're a coward. The high and mighty Orihara Izaya is nothing but a fucking coward." Shizuo used the dagger to slit Izaya's suit, shirt, and tie all in one go - just as he had his hoodie a couple of nights ago. There - both the stab wound and the healing slash across his heart. Shizuo put his free hand over them. Pressed.

"I asked you to give me your heart." Shizuo brought the dagger to his own slash mark, but only traced it in the air, without contact. "Then I told you you could have mine. And you didn't believe me." He then slit his own shit downward, similarly. "You think I'm the idiot?" He forced Izaya's hand to grab the knife and made it press into his chest, pricking it.

"Take it, you asshole. You fucking worthless flea. I'm not like you. I don't go back on my promises." He pressed harder. "Take it."

Edited 2012-02-13 08:46 (UTC)

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