Eve Siren
Dec 21st, 2002, 06:55:53 PM
Whew.
Eve Siren, AKA Dark Angel in the streets, former Sith Knight, a lonely, lonely girl. She unpacked her weapons on the small table, in front of the couch - Two guns, Athena's Onyx blade, a few silver daggers ... And her glaive rested in the corner of the room. She undid her fingerless gloves around the wrists and let them fall on the table, with the weapons. She then took off her leather jacket, wearing only an sleeveless shirt underneath, throwing it on the couch. Syren was already sent to her room.
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"I am offering you a position as my apprentice, Eve." The man said.
Eve arched an eyebrow, sitting up on the bed of the med-bay. She was almost dying there, in the Council room, and this man came and wanted to teach her. She hesitated for a moment, looking down, before a soft smile drew on her pale lips. She lifted up her eyes to look at her Master. From that moment, he became the man she respected the most, the highest authority to her eyes.
"I won't disappoint you, Sir."
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She sat down and ran her hands through her hair, suddendly finding herself thinking about love again. She was tired. No, beyond sick and tired. There wasn't any words to describe how big the fatigue was on her. She litterally died a little bit every day. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her thighs and laced her fingers together, a sigh escaping her mouth. He still haunted her mind, so much, it hurted. She closed her eyes, and held back her tears, her hands slowly unlacing to come and hold herself, her right hand coming up to stroke the 5 scars on her left shoulder. She stopped cutting herself up for him.
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"I think this belongs to you." The winged man lifted up a lock of her dark hair, that he had cut earlier.
She didn't know if it was on purpose, or not. That winged stranger had just hurt Satine and pushed him away from them. She was paralyzed. Half with fear, half with sadness, that she had shared with Satine, a few moments ago. The stranger seemed hurt, she knew it was partly her fault. She approached him, and trailed her trembling fingers down his cheek.
"Will you be alright ..?" Eve murmured.
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She didn't trust her left hand with a weapon, she thought. She stood up and ran the back of her hand over her wet empty brown eyes, approaching the window. The sun was setting, it was beautiful, yet so sad. The moon woke up only when the sun went to sleep - It was an never-ending tragic love. She opened the window and sat on the frame, leaning on the side. The wind was soft, and so smooth against her porcelain skin. She closed her eyes half-way, looking down at the bright city below. Her eyes followed the lights that were getting brighter every second that the sun came down.
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"I just thought it was time for you two to meet." Vega grinned.
Eve looked over at the man who Vega was talking about. A tall, dark man, he was. He was pale, the kind of person that never talked much. It was odd that she never met him before, but she had heard about him. He just got promoted to Sith Lord, and his name was Dyne Darkforce. She knew a lot of girls in the Empire was after him, but she didn't understand why until tonight.
"Nice to meet you ..." He had a nice voice.
"Pleasure's all mine, m'Lord."
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She grabbed blindly her Skull helmet and gazed at it with her empty black-lined eyes. "Never-ending tragic love ..." She whispered.
Never-ending tragic love ... Never-ending tragic love ... The words echoed in her mind. She lifted her eyes from her helmet, looking almost hypnotized, the hand that held her helmet slowly fell to her side. ... Never-ending ... Her fingers slipped. ... Tragic ... She let go of her precious helmet out of the window, her eyes falling on the full moon. Love.
Eve Siren, AKA Dark Angel in the streets, former Sith Knight, a lonely, lonely girl. She unpacked her weapons on the small table, in front of the couch - Two guns, Athena's Onyx blade, a few silver daggers ... And her glaive rested in the corner of the room. She undid her fingerless gloves around the wrists and let them fall on the table, with the weapons. She then took off her leather jacket, wearing only an sleeveless shirt underneath, throwing it on the couch. Syren was already sent to her room.
----
"I am offering you a position as my apprentice, Eve." The man said.
Eve arched an eyebrow, sitting up on the bed of the med-bay. She was almost dying there, in the Council room, and this man came and wanted to teach her. She hesitated for a moment, looking down, before a soft smile drew on her pale lips. She lifted up her eyes to look at her Master. From that moment, he became the man she respected the most, the highest authority to her eyes.
"I won't disappoint you, Sir."
----
She sat down and ran her hands through her hair, suddendly finding herself thinking about love again. She was tired. No, beyond sick and tired. There wasn't any words to describe how big the fatigue was on her. She litterally died a little bit every day. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her thighs and laced her fingers together, a sigh escaping her mouth. He still haunted her mind, so much, it hurted. She closed her eyes, and held back her tears, her hands slowly unlacing to come and hold herself, her right hand coming up to stroke the 5 scars on her left shoulder. She stopped cutting herself up for him.
----
"I think this belongs to you." The winged man lifted up a lock of her dark hair, that he had cut earlier.
She didn't know if it was on purpose, or not. That winged stranger had just hurt Satine and pushed him away from them. She was paralyzed. Half with fear, half with sadness, that she had shared with Satine, a few moments ago. The stranger seemed hurt, she knew it was partly her fault. She approached him, and trailed her trembling fingers down his cheek.
"Will you be alright ..?" Eve murmured.
----
She didn't trust her left hand with a weapon, she thought. She stood up and ran the back of her hand over her wet empty brown eyes, approaching the window. The sun was setting, it was beautiful, yet so sad. The moon woke up only when the sun went to sleep - It was an never-ending tragic love. She opened the window and sat on the frame, leaning on the side. The wind was soft, and so smooth against her porcelain skin. She closed her eyes half-way, looking down at the bright city below. Her eyes followed the lights that were getting brighter every second that the sun came down.
----
"I just thought it was time for you two to meet." Vega grinned.
Eve looked over at the man who Vega was talking about. A tall, dark man, he was. He was pale, the kind of person that never talked much. It was odd that she never met him before, but she had heard about him. He just got promoted to Sith Lord, and his name was Dyne Darkforce. She knew a lot of girls in the Empire was after him, but she didn't understand why until tonight.
"Nice to meet you ..." He had a nice voice.
"Pleasure's all mine, m'Lord."
----
She grabbed blindly her Skull helmet and gazed at it with her empty black-lined eyes. "Never-ending tragic love ..." She whispered.
Never-ending tragic love ... Never-ending tragic love ... The words echoed in her mind. She lifted her eyes from her helmet, looking almost hypnotized, the hand that held her helmet slowly fell to her side. ... Never-ending ... Her fingers slipped. ... Tragic ... She let go of her precious helmet out of the window, her eyes falling on the full moon. Love.