The Desire Entombed

[DEMIGODDESS]

The sun beamed like a lamp, flickering shining sparkles on the leaves and blossoms of the garden's organic life. It was in a nearly secluded area that she sat on the grass, her knees folded together by her side, a young woman putting her fingers lightly on the thin stem of a pink flower which had a white tinge by its middle. Its natural array of color just as a painting, her black eyes looked at all the detail from the edges of the pedals to the center where they all connected. Her slender hand released the blossom, it firmly swinging back into place, rustling the rest of the plant.
She shifted her body so that her back faced the plant she had touched, her face now looking into a large plant of purple flowers. Their color was as deep as the long dress she wore, it's petals tips lighter, as her corset. Insidia put both hands at the bottom of stem from one of these flowers, gently breaking it off, she held it in her left hand, moving her upper body nearer to the flowers, her face only inches away, experiencing it's light scent. Her pink lips brushed lightly against the plant, she smiled at it's smooth caress.
She drew back, sitting upright once more, now holding the small flower in her fingers, letting her eyes see it. She twirled it around slowly, looking at all of its sides, letting the sun accent it's shape. Her eyes closed, letting her lashes touch, her chin tilted downward as she moved her head, her arm moving up wards, putting the purple flower behind her left ear, ornamenting her light complexion and dark, black, hair, and the clothing that shared it's colors.

Her eyes reopened, her eyes catching a small rose bush beside her, wilting away, the roses themselves loosing the vibrant red, the stem's loosing their strength.

"I could never bring life, return wellness, though...I have learned to reap...Life is but so beautiful in it's best and most when it lives, though so can it's end. If I could only bring such beauty when I wish..." Insidia thought to herself as she kept her stare on this roses.

She slowly reached out her hand, her breaths more deep, her fingers shakily above the bush. "May my studies see me through..." He mind fell into a state nearly as a sleep, as a dreaming reality, her thoughts silenced as her gift of inhuman power consumed the husk of her existence. From underneath her seemingly frail hand came small drips of pure, clean, water, slowly it began to come more plentiful. The bush's soil moistened, shining drops wept from the leaves and petals.
As her eyes opened, Insidia found herself creating something she felt unreal for her hands to succeed in. However to her displeasure the drops began to lessen and end, again to prove, she could not master the elements, they were far too great, too different from her natural abilities, she feared the shunned arts she were born into may be her fate. Evil incantations and blackened mantras were what she had been taught her birth was to, that her gift was special, just for those, and yet this harm they all would cause was just.

"Is all I may ever craft, be destruction?"

[Kanetsugu Naoe]

sees her from a distance and slowly approaches her looking around the garden for a beautiful flower he finds one and picks it at the bottom of the stem and right when it was picked it died and he looked at it confused. he picks another one just a different flower and it was a black rose, he pulled off some of the thorns and heard her comment

"maybe if you think of positive things and happy things maybe you can create something beautiful like you just did" at this point he is about 10 feet away from her and the flowers bloom around them

"Hello there miss my name is criss, criss angel most people just call me criss" he smiled slightly trying to ease the moment "may i ask you name or is that not important at this moment" he held out the flower "i picked this for this maybe it will help you in the end or soon"

he kept smiling and felt a thorn that he didnt rip off poke his finger and it starts to bleed but he didnt show any emotion trying to show he was strong

[DEMIGODDESS]

As she gazed at the still wilting rose bush, Insidia began to hear a voice. What it said sounded like a parent's encouragement, though the voice was of an unknown males. As she moved her legs, turning her body to face him, she could see stems begin to rise from the ground, petals forming, flowers coming to life before her eyes. Whether it was a lifelike illusion, or a true life creation, she became impressed and tilted her chin up wards, looking at the man approaching her.
What he held in his hand was a strange blossom, a rose which would be expected as colored like sanguine, appeared dark as her hair and her void-like eyes. She accepted the rose, interpreting it as a simple gentleman's gesture. Her frail seeming, thin hand let the tips of her thumb and index finger wrap around it. She clasped her hands together, placing them on her lap, holding the flower within her fingers.

"Good afternoon, to you, Criss. I am named, Insidia." she spoke to him in a soft voice, her black eyes staring at his, gazing into his soul

The peripheral vision of her eyes capture blood seeping from his hands. She looked at the blackened rose, noticing its thorn-less stem. She showed him a smile, only now realizing he had removed them so she may hold it.

"What does make you a gentleman?" she asked. "Have you not another occasion to attend to?"

She were strongly taught men like this were wealthy, and perhaps selfish as well, someone that would only seem to be kind. Ofcourse, with her own curiosity and intrigue, she would learn for herself. Perhaps the teachings were correct, though it would be something she could find for her own recognition, yet if she feared every kind man, she would always be only with herself. She felt she may as well be a nun if she never speaks to anyone without terror.

[Kanetsugu Naoe]

"Insidia thats a pretty name does it mean anything" he said in calm and gentle tone that could make anyone one feel safe around him

he smiles and sees her beauty from the inside, not noticing her beauty on the outside then thought i bet me being so proper she thinks im rich ha yeah right im mearly a traveler trying to better myself for the end

he kept looking at her with tired eyes full of grief but happiness to balance it, he got on one knee then sat down across from her and put out his hands up side down like a low five waiting for her to put her hands on it

"lets play a game maybe if you have happy moments when your preforming magic you dont think negatively you think possitive and happy things. Unless you do black magic" he voice was matured but the tone of a active little boy who wish to play a game "have you ever played this game?"

he looked into her black eyes but couldnt see within her soul like it was blocked off by something but her kept looking into them realizing how beautiful she was on the outside too

[DEMIGODDESS]

"It is a wicked name." she answered, no hesitance was shown in her voice, though it would seem her fingers tightened around the gifted rose.

Her eyes could not part from the black blossom. In fact, it reminded her of her own self. She was a woman, something meant to be beautiful, like a rose. However she and her eyes is 'insidious' as the rose were black, when it is expected be of white, yellow, or red. This stem had no thorns, she were always the one being pricked by sharp parts of beautiful things, she were the harmless one, yet her appearance would still cause a strange aura to her. Insidia almost brought a smile to her lips while comparing herself to a flower.

While her visitor began to speak, she noticed his palm facing her. She pursed her lips at his words, putting her eyes back on the rose.

"I am sorry, but, I do not believe in that. One is only as strong as they can be with natural ability. My thoughts will never effect my magic, the elements are simply not what I can command. Your kindness I thank." she replied, giving Criss an indifferent smile.

She shook her head slowly, side to side. A near laugh coming from her voice. How far-fetched, she knew emotions did not help the wicked...they hinder them.

[Kanetsugu Naoe]

he looked at her with a smile "well if your emotions doesnt effect your magic lets make this our personal game you seem like you dont have much fun lets see how quick you are"

he kept smiling then it slowly fading then looks at the rose. he saw the thorn near the top that he missed where he pricked his finger he had a stern face now and was looking at her seriously "come on lets play"

[DEMIGODDESS]

Insidia displayed a crooked smile, one almost mocking of Criss. She huffed her next exhale and blinked her eyes, opening then upon turning her face toward him. Her eyes seemed to look at him, though she could have been seeing anything at all, the blackest of the black.

"What is it you want with me? I'm nothing but a stranger, and sitting alone. Please, let me brood within my own failures..." she spoke with a tone which sounded as if she were distressed

Submissing to her dwellings, she felt a sort of despair, a shame for not having the ability to help, but only to reap. Although this person may be attempting to lighten her spirit, it could be just as an attempt to humiliate her.

And, besides, who would stare at one with eyes darker than the night's sky?

[Kanetsugu Naoe]

he looked at her and got up he took her hand and kissed it lightly

"have a good day Insidia" he turned around and brushed himself off and started to walk down steps why must people beso difficult why cant they just accept help

[DEMIGODDESS]

As he kissed her hand, Insidia turned her head the opposite way, looking off into the distant fields of prosperous flowers and other gifts from nature. The horizon seemed to dim, beginning to cast a sunset's colors upon the land, her skin almost glowing from the sun's setting rays. Though it casted warmth, the current silence was a deep and cold as frost. None would share her thoughts, chilling with the harshness of ice.

"Some stay, some leave, some come, some go."

Holding the blackened rose in her hand, and the one redder than blood within her hair, she sat unsharing anything at all. The solitude would let the ice of her meditations collect underneath her skin.

[Parin d'Aulaire]

Parin d'Aulaire was lost. She'd wandered away from Evee and had been unable to find her for about an hour. Afraid of the mean boys who had abused her before, she ran away, crying. She didn't realize where she was going and eventually found her self in a beautiful garden, looking at a even more beautiful lady.

Parin wiped her tears away and looked transfixed at the lovely Raven haired woman. She seemed to be meditating, either that or she was a statue, for she didn't seem to move very much at all.
"Er- hello?" said Parin nervously, wondering if this person would be mean like the villagers or nice like Evee.
"I am sorry if I am interrupting you, but have you seen my adopted big sister Evee? I believe I have lost her, and with out her I have nowhere to go and nothing to my name."

Parin fidgeted with her crown like necklace and worried about Evee. What would she do when she found her missing? What if she never found her? Who would take her in? She did now have some gold that Evee had given her but once it ran out what would she do then?

[DEMIGODDESS]

And her quiet brooding was soon interrupted by a soft, young voice. Younger than most, in fact, it sounded like a little girl saying hello. Insidia looked up wards to see just that, a little girl with red hair who continued to speak. Although she preferred to be with only herself and the flowers, she never had it in her heart to ignore a child, especially one who couldn't find their way.

"Hello." Insidia said, blinking her eyes a few times

It was bad enough she knew hardly anyone in the city, but of course names were even worse. Her lips frowned only a little, not enough to worry the girl. She looked at the blackened rose she held, Insidia moved it closer to the child, letting her keep hold of it. As a girl, she enjoyed alluring plants, perhaps this one does.

"I can not say I know a person by that name. May I know how she looks?" Insidia asked, perhaps if she could help this little girl, she could do something kind and good.

[Parin d'Aulaire]

Parin took the black rose delicately and smiled at the nice Lady.
"Thank you," she said.
When the Raven haired one asked her to describe Evee Parin opened her mouth to do so, then closed it, opened it again, then closed it once more. It was hard to describe Evee, though she was pretty and nice, she also seemed to have something about her than made her mysterious to young Parin.

At last she took a drawing she had made and colored of her Adoptive sister out of her pocket and handed it to the Lady.

"She also has a black horse named Eclipse," Added Parin, "I couldn't find her either." At this Parin realized just how futile her chances of finding Evee really were. If Eclipse was gone . . . . what if Evee had left and forgotten about her? Here her eyes welled up with tears. She didn't want to be alone!

[DEMIGODDESS]

Taking the picture in her hand and resting her arm on her legs, holding the paper to her face, Insidia looked at the picture and immediately she knew no one that looked like Evee, although it was a child's drawing. The girl had apparent talent for art, whether it be accurate or not, it resembled no one she had ever seen.

Sighing, she returned the picture, letting her hands both rest on her legs. A named horse also had no familiar sound to it. Shaking her head, Insidia looked at the young girl and kept silent for a few moments. She realized how hard it would be to crush her hopes, though she couldn't lie. Her head bowed in sympathy, when she looked back, the girl's eyes had tears in them.

"I...I do not know her. Or the horse." Her words were formed reluctantly and with unease

Her hands reached up and took the little girl's. She looked at her kindly, as much as her black eyes could display. There was not much she could do at all, such a tragic feeling.

"You should stay in one place, perhaps she is seeking you." Insidia spoke with a more confident tone "Be somewhere safe...If..it would please you, stay here, I will be staring at the flowers for much longer."

[Parin d'Aulaire]

Parin took the picture back and rolled it up and put it back in her robe pocket. She could tell the news wasn't good. When the lady told her she didn't recognize Evee, Parin wanted to burst into tears but then the lady asked if she wished to stay there till Evee found her. She assured her that she'd be staying there for a while.

"You will?" asked Parin, smiling though her tears. "I'd like to stay with you, you seem so nice and you look so beautiful." With the nice lady holding her hands like that Parin felt much braver. She smiled at the lady and sat down next to her on the manicured grass.

"I don't know my name but Evee calls me by the name on my necklace, Parin d'Aulaire," said Parin smiling now. She liked talking to people who were kind. She usually stayed quite around mean people.
"What is your name, please? I would very much like to call you by it if you don't mind."

[DEMIGODDESS]

The air began to have a certain chill, one that only the night could summon and conjour. She wondered what may happen when it is dark enough, that it looks as if one must look past shadows to see, what then would she do with this girl? Insidia breathed in the air, her insides wanting to recoil from its cold caress. The little girl's eyes must be so cold from the air chilling the tears in her eyes, she thought. Though that warm smile she gave was enough to ease her fret.
Someone had called her nice...and beautiful? The last man who called her beautiful purchased her, not entirely a compliment. This child seemed so pure, all children were supposed to be, in fact this little girl reminded Insidia of herself...although this one was not born a sinner. She could not help but smile in return, some of her white teeth showing through, a rare, genuine smile that she did not choose to show.

Ah, now the girl as a name, Parin. She wore a nameplate, just then Insidia found it with her eyes. It seemed a bit dangerous for a little girl to wear, though it seems this one has no family, she must be an orphan. The sweet child had asked her name, it seemed harmful to tell Parin a name that meant something so wicked. With a sigh, she got herself some bravery, with luck, she would not know the word 'insidious'.

"I was named Insidia." She responded kindly. She then paused. "You may use it."

Taking a moment to glance at the sky, and notice the stars just barley shining, Insidia let herself dwell further about Parin and what could be done. Well there was only a thing to do, converse with the little girl about it.

"Where will you go when the night makes the air feel like winter, and it is hard to see? I would not think you would be safe walking alone. I would very much help if I can, please, tell me how I may.."

Insidia managed one more smile, this one with intent, hoping to calm the girl's fears. She could only beg it was enough.