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CAN THE KILLER IN ME
(tame the fire in you)
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Marriage. Funny how the one thing Vandal wanted in life, she couldn't have. She'd been so close - waiting at the curb - she'd been so close to what she wanted when life took what it had given away. Her dreams have started to come alive in flashes of memories and recollections of what could have been, what should have been.
She remembers the pregnant silence as Aegroixe pulled the anklet from the pouch hanging around her neck, the hushed giggles as Vandal did the same. They'd been running with their minds parallel to each other then, following the same thoughts as they realized their apt timing and burst into fits of giddy laughter. She remembers Aegroixe clasping the anklet around her talon, remembers her doing the same - remembers each detail of the night where they fell into bed and consummated, the shared secrets and confessions in between. Murmurs beneath sheets, Vandal detailing stories of her childhood and Aegroixe describing flashes of her dreams. They'd made a pact to find a way out of Jotunheimr and start a family of their own, away from the influence of gods and giants alike.
Vandal had awoken the following day with Aegroixe gone from her side, only to meet her again on the other side of the arena.
She's bitter about her fate, about the choice she had to make - she'd given up the love of her life for Pincher, but she knows it was the right choice in the end. However, she still falls into fits of pensive mourning anyway, gathering whatever scraps they leave behind to rebuild herself anew in patches woven by determination to follow Aegroixe's dying words. She'll find happiness, she'd said. She'll find happiness, life, love... family. She'll find family in the midst of the chaos. Vandal holds that promise to her chest, enough to give the scar her fiance had left behind a subtle glow.
She's mulling this over when she happens upon an odd sight; Pincher seems to be sporting something painful in his head, if the frozen pillars around him are any indication, and a handful of her fellow Typhoon members are gathering in either curiosity, worry, or both. Vandal picks her way around them, weaving until she's standing beside Goldie and peering through the icy gaps to look at the odd-colored feline held within. Goldie's already speaking, reaching out - Vandal doesn't want to overwhelm him so she sits back and waits for his next move, wanting to know exactly what's going on.
She remembers the pregnant silence as Aegroixe pulled the anklet from the pouch hanging around her neck, the hushed giggles as Vandal did the same. They'd been running with their minds parallel to each other then, following the same thoughts as they realized their apt timing and burst into fits of giddy laughter. She remembers Aegroixe clasping the anklet around her talon, remembers her doing the same - remembers each detail of the night where they fell into bed and consummated, the shared secrets and confessions in between. Murmurs beneath sheets, Vandal detailing stories of her childhood and Aegroixe describing flashes of her dreams. They'd made a pact to find a way out of Jotunheimr and start a family of their own, away from the influence of gods and giants alike.
Vandal had awoken the following day with Aegroixe gone from her side, only to meet her again on the other side of the arena.
She's bitter about her fate, about the choice she had to make - she'd given up the love of her life for Pincher, but she knows it was the right choice in the end. However, she still falls into fits of pensive mourning anyway, gathering whatever scraps they leave behind to rebuild herself anew in patches woven by determination to follow Aegroixe's dying words. She'll find happiness, she'd said. She'll find happiness, life, love... family. She'll find family in the midst of the chaos. Vandal holds that promise to her chest, enough to give the scar her fiance had left behind a subtle glow.
She's mulling this over when she happens upon an odd sight; Pincher seems to be sporting something painful in his head, if the frozen pillars around him are any indication, and a handful of her fellow Typhoon members are gathering in either curiosity, worry, or both. Vandal picks her way around them, weaving until she's standing beside Goldie and peering through the icy gaps to look at the odd-colored feline held within. Goldie's already speaking, reaching out - Vandal doesn't want to overwhelm him so she sits back and waits for his next move, wanting to know exactly what's going on.
VANDAL ROUX — THE TROUBLEMAKER — TYPHOON STRIKER — [color=#c6b6b8]TAGS
I TOLD THAT DEVIL TO TAKE YOU BACK
MAXINE VIENNA "VANDAL" ROUX — TAGS — THE TYPHOON