#dgray-man rp

is any of this for real….
or not?

struck down cities, debris covering wherever those tiny feet stepped on. A beam of bright light piercing through the sky and through her skull, bringing bare knees to meet a cruel, cold ground and two tarnished appendages to grip tightly locks of violet strands. Ichor, warm and vivid, ran down from her forehead, from those crosses, and down her hands and arms; the blood mingling itself with the heavy tears which didn’t seem to cease rolling down her cheeks.

a loud, sharp scream echoed through the tempest and through the remnants of man-made constructions crumbling down to earth and oh, how she wished for them to fall on top of her; burying her and her conscience under brick and under dust, never to be found again. It was wrath, and it was resentment, that smashed her under the weight of her own irate heart. HOW COULD THEY? ━ how could mankind put up a fight against THE TRUE APOSTLE OF GOD ?! such blasphemy, what sense of faux power could have led HUMANITY astray ?!

INNOCENCE,IT WAS ITS FAULT.

all of this misery, all of this destruction, all of this despair.

if it hadn’t existed,they, wouldn’t have had to fight it, they wouldn’t have had to bring this FUCKED UP WORLD to its demise and to its knees, pleading for a mercy that would never come again.

OPHELIA, an unknown voice, yet so familiar from a distant reality reached out, but who was ophelia? Optics snapped open, black, sharp fingernails undug themselves from her own flesh as she let her arms relax by her body’s side. OPHELIA, it broke through again, and she raised her head to look around, but no one came into sight, but as the beam of light wrapped itself around the sky and the world beneath, she could, with parted lips and through eyes brimming with tears, appreciate for the first time the in it.

whether it had been genuine or if it had simply been a coping mechanism, she didn’t know: but as she witnessed the impending end of the world arriving, as certain as the embrace of death, as she  saw as light slowly faded and the distant sound of waves violently crashing was closer and closer, she stood up to her feet and stretched her arms, beholding the meaning of this life. And LAUGHTER erupted from the girl’s throat. It was pained and it was humourless, but it came from the relief of knowing, deep within her core, that soon enough, all would be over.

OPHELIA, once more, and the figure she had spent the last months fearing, running away from, avoiding, blank with an permanent grin etched upon its visage, opened its infinite arms to her.

and she let herself fall into them.

ah, now she could remember.

she was Ophelia, wasn’t she? a name, given to her at birth, by her mother, the sweetest, most resilient woman she had ever known and who called for her, desperately, two hands firmly set on her shoulders and a terrified look spread all across her visage. Did she know? Had she seen the end of the world as well?

she hadn’t, had she?

━ ❝ a nightmare, ❞ she stated, looking at her palish daughter in the eye, and she could only nod, in silence. This time around, there were no gasping for air, there was no errant heart on the verge of tearing bone and skin to escape her chest, there were no screams. This time there was only a chin resting upon the woman’s shoulder, as she took her in her warm embrance, and a faint hand coming to touch her back, brief and featherly, as though it hadn’t really been there. ━ ❝ t'was just a nightmare, my little mouse. ❞

and finally, as she gazed the reflection on the mirror that stared back at her with aureate eyes, the pain was gone.

and she knew: that place, that woman, that house were no longer hers to live in. It was time to go, and it was time to find the remaining apostles.

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part / of the awakening of the noah

BUT OH, to carry the weight of an age-old wrath, sorrow and ache upon shoulders as small as her own.

she remembered.

she remembered it all far too well for those bittersweet memories which she tried to accept as necessary and yet, at the same time, wished she could simply forget. Lips were parted, but nothing came out of them: not a sound, nor a breath.

andnot even a pained whimper at the way the seven h̶o̶l̶y̶ crosses on her forehead burned on her skin, more and more, the deeper she fell into that subconsciousness she both despised and adored.

the first times weren’t as bad as some would describe; or so she thought: repetitive nightmares, which stuck to this day with her, suddenly took over nights that soon enough, became sleepless in an attempt to avoid looking atIT in its hollow eyes. Little did she know at the time, though, that to force herself to stay awake over and over and over again, would prove itself to do more harm than good.

her body, however, pulled merciless pranks on her by throwing her back against her will when it could no longer withstand the lack of rest ━

 ━ and into that dark void of a world, DEVOID of sensation and DEVOID of reality was she again, and back was the feeling of choking on her own breath and tears, back was the soulless creature holding her by her neck and screaming at her in a tongue she couldn’t grasp, nor understand, before it carved on her flesh, with its own bare fingers, seven crosses across her forehead.

alas, the Dreams refused to dream. With all her might, but it was to no avail: for if it couldn’t disarm her and show her the reality of this world while she was unconscious, then it would shove it down her throat, in the material plane.

and so, hallucinations didn’t take too long to haunt her: A look in the mirror was unbearable, to catch but a glimpse of her reflection, distorted and faceless, was akin to bloodied knuckles and shattered glass, yet another attempt to escape a fate that was inevitable, unavoidable, impeding.

 voices filled her ears and rang within an exhausted mind, come to us, they called, come back, they pleaded, and she ignored, despite the sharp pain and the feeling of restlessness that followed suit.

DON’T IGNORE US, they ordered once she didn’t listen, and if at first those vocals only sounded desperate, then as time went by they got angrier, then furious, then livid; much like a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth, living within the confines of her skull and barking to be released from its prison.

delusions of a sleep deprived heart, for sure ━ or so she tried to convince herself, right until the very last moments.

and until then, until she could close her eyes and lay in the arms of acceptance, this girl would have a long, treacherous path to cross: for the first nights were, now that she could face the abyss within her in the eyes, THE EASIEST PART.

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                                                family is everything.

words that she saved within her heart and by which she lived by. After all, it she didn’t, she wouldn’t have been following his tracks for so long, would she? Mingled with the crowd and acting as a guardian of sorts (or so she saw herself as, at least, no matter howhypocritethat was of her), the ninth, the noah of dreams, for whom time didn’t seem to pass, stood at a distance; pensively observing the small performance that the infamous garvey troupe had put, in order to sell a few more tickets for their christmas special. or so they said, anyway, but she couldn’t be less interested about it.

no sir, for this young woman, clad in an elegant, warm cape, had only been gracing them with her barely perceptible presence for a single reason: and that reason, ironically, had a name ━━ albeit he couldn’t quite remember, could he?

and yet, even though she could feel the frigid breeze passing by unruly locks of navy, and even though she felt her visage being kissed by the falling snow, mentally at least, Road was no longer on the lively plaza of edinstown. She was no longer surrounded by the cacophony of laughter and voices, of excited applauses and loud whistles, no ━ golden orbs might have been set upon the pierrot that perfomed with utmost grace, but the petite girl’s thoughts was a thousand miles away; in dear remembrances that she adamantly refused to let go of.

                                 it’s alright, no one will hurt you now.

the world had, in a matter of minutes, gone silent and aureate; only evenly lit by the twilight rays of sun that entered through clear window panes and softly bathed their skin.

  ━ ❝  apricot tea, ❞  the female offered, with a smile spread upon her lips as she carefully placed a porcelain mug on the surface in front of him. ━ ❝ it’ll do you good, you’ll see. ❞  

ah, that sort of mellow teatimes wasn’t uncommon at all between the two, quite the contrary: long conversations, that oftenly stretched into late night ones by a fireplace or beneath the stars, were born between sips of tea and nibbles on cinammon biscuits. And up to this day, she remembered that one afternoon so vividly: it had been thirty-five (or was it thirty-six?) years ago, and little did she know at the time, life as she knew it was about to crumble down to earth; leaving naught but destructionandmisery on its wake.

━ ❝  thank you, Road, ❞  he ended up saying, as calm as ever, with a grateful smile across his lips. Mana still kept that very same kindness, didn’t he? she could see it upon the way he had adopted that dog, that pulled impressive tricks along with him; or by the way he took that orphan child under his wing without hesitation. But she was diverging in her thoughts, wasn’t she?━ ❝ what would I do without you? ❞

looking back at it, there were so many signs that she ignored (or that maybe he hid from her).  And Nea, too … it was for her own good, she remembered the most mischievous of the siblings telling her in secret, one night, and that he was doing it for Mana’s sake … up to this day, those words hadn’t left her mind.

━ ❝ that’s something we don’t need to think about, isn’t it? ❞

she recalled the hints of bemusement at her own words, and the lopsided smile that had bloomed upon her chasms. As far as she had been concerned, it made no sense to dwell on unrealistic events she was there, and there he was, were they not? wasn’t that all that mattered? Watching as he briskly stirred his beverage and chuckled, so lightheartedly, did break her heart into a thousand pieces; each for a different reason. but it had still been a welcoming memoir.

                                it’s alright, no one will resent you now. 

he was already suffering, then, wasn’t he? she cursed herself for not having been capable of soothing his pain, back then, when it was bearable. It wouldn’t change much, for prophecies are bound to happen one way or another, but she couldn’t let go of the idea that, maybe, just maybe, she could have postponed it for a little longer.

but it wasn’t worth crying over spilled milk, was it?

ah,at a first sight, the sheep that wielded the dreams of noah hadn’t changed one bit: a youthful visage, framed by short locks of navy hair and large, dark azure hues that seemed to hold an entire starry sky within. But oh, despite the fact that it had only been seventeen years ago, Road felt as though she had aged hundreds of years.

━ ❝ don’t get closer,  ❞  she had threatened, and oh, had she meant every single word. No matter how uttering them had ripped her appart, back then. It still did. ━ ❝ or I won’t hesitate in fighting you, Nea. ❞

how could it not hurt? how could she not be pained,stained,broken, by the fact that she was cornered between the two people she hadlovedthe most in her life? The fact that she had to choose between one and the other, the fact that she held an unconscious Mana within her protective grasp while promising violence to a very upset Nea.

she remembered the silence that weighted between them and which lasted for what felt like an eternity, at the moment,  and she remembered the betrayal in his eyes at her decisive stance. She didn’t want to choose,she never wanted to, but Mana neededher more than ever, then.  She remembered the way he turned his back on her and left, and she didn’t regret her decision, she never had and she never would.

she only hoped that he’dforgive her, when the day came.

                                it’s alright, no one will curse you now.

or so she wished. Because with the cross he carried upon his shoulders, all she could do was to support him ━ whether he remembered who she was, or not.

and so, with determinate golden orbs set to the grey clouds above, road kamelot, the one who harboured within her core the dreams of noah, swore to find them, when the promised day arrived, before someone elsecould.

                                       because family is everything.  

@ tyki mikk // @agalere​


 ━❝ I’m here to grace you with my presence, Tyki! ❞

there it was, spread across rosy tiers, a roguishsimper ━  one that could either mean that the Dreams wanted something from him or that she was ready to bother her dear uncle in her endless search for a source of entertainment. 

one could never truly know, with Road. Approaching him rather energetically, the youthful looking femme didn’t hesitate in holding onto his arm, tugging softly on his sleeve. With a soft pout and pleading golden hues (for she didn’t bother concealing her form the moment she was home), came soft vocals.  

━❝  I need your help with homework. 
unless you have something more interesting to do. ❞