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Post by Alburn Redgrave on Sept 24, 2016 1:36:15 GMT -6
 | TAKE ME TO VALHALLA WHERE MY BROTHERS WAIT FOR ME | |
It went without saying that the monastery monks were obviously suspicious of their sudden visit, and from a Police Officer - as well as the Prime Minister of the Legion of all things. If Alburn were in their shoes, he knew he'd be feeling the exactly the same thing. That was one of the reasons why he wanted to take a step forward first in order to keep them from misunderstanding the intentions of their visit. The tension was high between them, and as the enigmatic monks spoke in hushed tones to one another in a language that the Officer couldn't possibly understand, the sound of a hatch opening from the helicarrier startled the male. He didn't give her any form of signal to come out, so why? As Ceyla came running into his direction, the monks responded by drawing their spears out towards them and the hunter, equally drew forth his own weapon which was loosely slung on his belt. However, the riot was quickly quelled when one of the older monks lowered the spears of the frontal ranks. He seemed to recognize Ceyla in particular, which Alburn was able to obviously tell when the cloaked man called out her name saying, "Ceyla, is that you?" The man's eyes shifted from the woman, then back at the Officer. The monk's lips seemed to quiver, slightly. Something told the Officer that this surprise visit wouldn't exactly end in a tearful happy family reunion as he'd expected. There was no 'your father is waiting for you in the temple,' or 'please, come on in.' Instead, the Prime Minister got along the lines of: “It’s been quite a while, my dear. However, there is a problem with your request to see your father.”A problem. Alburn stayed his weapon clasped its bulky form on his belt. As he looked to each one of their crestfallen faces, his chest began to feel heavy. Somewhere in his mind, the officer was well aware of what was coming. This particular scene had played out all too many times during his carreer as a Police Officer. Though he was usually one on the giving end, now he was the one recieving it, together with Ceyla. Usually, it'd follow with a letter of an apology, or an honorable discharge from the Force itself, but since the monks didn't have anything of sort, the male half-expected the monks to at least invite the woman in for a cup of tea. It felt only right, after all, she lived among them for several years, but....“Renault passed some time ago, the result of an altercation with an unknown assailant.”The air fell with defeaning silence, and suddenly, when the sound of Ceyla hyperventalating reached the Officer's ears, his attention was ripped away from the monks and towards her. "Ceyla - I'm..." before he could trail off any further, the blonde ran. When the older monk realized what he had just done, he tried to go after her. However, the man's steps came to a sudden halt when Alburn's hand grabbed the man by his robe and gently pulled him back. It took all of his will power to resist the urge to just let his fist shaking with rage to fly across the man's jaws rest at his side, but he was well-aware that it wouldn't help the overall situation. Instead, he took a deep breath. "I'll go," Alburn then took after her. By all means, she was a much more of a runner than he could possibly be, so all he could do was to track her using the footprints she'd left behind. The male was well-aware of the pain of losing someone all too well. He couldn't say that he was any different than Ceyla when the news of her father's death reached her ears. However, this wasn't the first time someone she loved had become lost to her. She also lost Elijah, a person whom she cared for so dearly during the incident at the Rift. Ceyla was a strong woman, but as he'd come to spend more time with her, Alburn found that she was much emotionally fragile that she'd let on, or perhaps, already broken - only barely held and anchored together by the people around her. The male knew he was exactly the same. They were just a pair of broken goods, just leaning together on this road that they travelled. What if... one of them couldn't go on anymore? Would he be able to deal with it? More importantly, would Ceyla be able to deal with it? He shook his head, and began his search once more, but he eventually came upon a large cliff face with the vast open wilderness spread out in front of them, as far as his eyes could see. On that cliff, he saw a collapsed figure of Ceyla, prostrated on her knees, crying out to the eventide of a sky that was colored in blazing crimson. There, Alburn took steps forward, sat next to her and wrapped his arm over on her shoulders to let her lean against him. He'd stay like this as long as she'd needed him to. After all, they were a pair of broken goods. |
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Oct 2, 2016 10:19:29 GMT -6
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[attr="class","jawnlyttxtcont"] [attr="class","jawnlyttxtcont02"]Numbness.[break]
All she could feel was numbness.[break][break]
As Ceyla sat there on her knees, sobbing as she stared out at the beauty of Pinnacle’s wilderness, she had quickly become broken. Her heart felt heavy, like a bag of broken glass, with the sensation of that glass piercing her insides with each and every beat. Her breathing was heavy and sore, almost heaving in an attempt to catch her breath. It was impossible for her to hide how absolutely destroyed she was. Closing her eyes tightly, Ceyla let out a loud scream before leaning back, slightly slouching against the ground. The sounds of footsteps would usually have been enough to snap her out of her stupor, but in this case it did nothing.[break][break]
She knew exactly who it was though.[break]
She could feel him coming for her.[break][break]
Alburn.[break][break]
As the officer seated himself next to her, his arm looping around her shoulders, Ceyla did in fact lean against him. Sobbing quietly, the red-eyed woman rested her face against his shoulder, her weary eyes dull and void of their usual vibrant shimmer. Her arms, as if by impulse, looped around his waist, embracing him with absolutely no intent to let go. She knew he was hurting, so she did her best not to hold onto him too tightly. She just wanted to be close to someone. She just wanted to know, that despite everything that was happening, that it was all going to be okay. Sighing tiredly, Ceyla sniffled quietly and tried to muster up any words she could.[break][break]
“Wh-…” She said, almost in a whisper. “Wh-why did this…” She paused to sniffle again. “This happen? Why did my father have to die, Alburn? Why couldn’t I be here to protect him? Why did I have to leave?” Once again closing her eyes tight, Ceyla did her very best to hold back the sudden waves of tears that were about to break free. She didn’t want to cry anymore. She wanted it to stop. “How many more people must die, Alburn?” She continued, her voice eventually growing steady, albeit quiet and monotonous. “The world is falling apart, and people are so…willing to let it crumble away. I…I need to stop it.” Her arms retreating from being around him, Ceyla looked out towards the wilds once again, her eyes focusing on the sunset.[break][break]
“I’m not going to let anyone else I love die. I’m going to do everything…absolutely everything I can…to fix this mess.”
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Post by Alburn Redgrave on Oct 3, 2016 1:44:39 GMT -6
 | TAKE ME TO VALHALLA WHERE MY BROTHERS WAIT FOR ME | |
That was the first thing that came into Alburn's head when the tragic news of his father's death had reached his ears. He didn't want to believe it first. To know that the strongest man that he could think of in his life would die from just a bullet alone was almost unthinkable. There were times when the Officer thought to himself that he could've done something a little differently that morning. A surge of regret, longing would always hit him when he thought of the day at the breakfast table, arguing and yelling angrily at his father for reasons that he couldn't remember. There were so many things that he wanted to say to him, and Ceyla, probably was feeling exactly the same thing. The Officer hold on her tightened when her tears fell on his ruined coat, hoping that it would at least ease her heart already in turmoil. "It's not your fault," Alburn tried to assure her, "It never was, never will be.... I know your father would never blame you." So don't cry, was what he wanted to say, but the older hunter could hardly find the right words to express. Nothing was ' okay', right now. It felt as though the very world they lived in was falling apart, crumbling, shattering into pieces. The peace they enjoyed long ago, finally broken. Unsavory forces were at work in this sacred place, and they were too late to stop it. Even if he wanted to comfort Ceyla saying: 'So everything is going to be okay' as he always had, the Officer couldn't find it in himself to utter them. Thus the male closed his eyes, and wrapped his other arm around the one he'd loved so much. “How many more people must die, Alburn?”Indeed, how MANY more people must die? Alburn became a policeman - as well as a hunter to prevent those things from being asked. Yet it was being asked, right out of her. It felt like a shrapnel being driven right through the core of his very being. Steadily, her sobbing stopped, the woman's voice grew monotonous, as she retreated away from him. Her eyes fixated on the setting sun before them, but they had a totally different glow to them than before. It felt as if... the woman he'd once knew didn't exist, or perhaps, she was wearing a mask as she'd done during her days as the 'Red-Eyed Maiden'. “The world is falling apart, and people are so…willing to let it crumble away. I…I need to stop it. I’m not going to let anyone else I love die. I’m going to do everything…absolutely everything I can…to fix this mess.”Something about those words frustrated Alburn. It almost felt as if... Ceyla was trying to do this alone and bare the weight of the world on her shoulders. The thought of it almost made the Officer almost shake his head. It was chilidish, ridiculous, even. How could one person, even as a Prime Minister fix everything? The world was already crumbling apart. Even he thought that nothing could possibly stop it from what was to come, and the only thing that they'd be able to do was... keep it together long enough, but long enough for what? Surely, the world they know would be nothing more than remnants of past glory like the old kingdoms that they once knew, and a new one would rise. It was an inevitable cycle bound to repeat, over and over until the end of time. "That's childish," Alburn snapped with a frown, "Just because you're a Prime Minister, you think you can just shoulder the world's weight alone? You speak as though you're some comicbook hero who thinks everything bad happens around them is their fault. Here's a truth for you, perhaps you know of it by now: The world was long broken long before we were EVER born, Ceyla. We can't fix it. The only thing we can do is leave it as is before someone - or something make even more mess out of it. The future is an uncertain thing. If you want to save the future, then throw away those childish ideals first." Then, his hard frown softened, "... And stop trying to walk alone." |
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Oct 9, 2016 0:22:26 GMT -6
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[attr="class","jawnlyttxtcont"] [attr="class","jawnlyttxtcont02"]"That's childish.”[break][break]
Ceyla could never fathom Alburn speaking to her the way he had, but the young man’s snapping resonated with her in ways that prevented her from being genuinely upset by his tone. "Just because you're a Prime Minister, you think you can just shoulder the world's weight alone? You speak as though you're some comicbook hero who thinks everything bad happens around them is their fault. Here's a truth for you, perhaps you know of it by now: The world was long broken long before we were EVER born, Ceyla. We can't fix it. The only thing we can do is leave it as is before someone - or something make even more mess out of it. The future is an uncertain thing. If you want to save the future, then throw away those childish ideals first." [break][break]
What appeared to be a tirade on the part of her new love concluded with his frowning expression growing soft. "... And stop trying to walk alone." He said in closing. At this point, tears had begun to swell in Ceyla’s eyes. He was right, at least for the most part. But Ceyla could not, with good conscience, believe that there was nothing they could do. There had to be something - anything - that could be done for Remnant to steer it from the destructive course it was currently careening on. Her right hand raised, gently stroking Alburn’s cheek as she gazed into his dark eyes. “You’re right.” She said, her voice shaking a bit as she tried to choke down the tears.[break][break]
“You’re absolutely right.”[break][break]
A smile formed across her tired face, which was cut and bruised from the battle earlier that day. Her hands were in similar shape, and they almost seemed to tremble out of sheer exhaustion alone - even as her right hand rested on Alburn’s face. “Thank you for being here for me, Alburn.” She choked, her brow quivering as her smile began to twist in an emotional flare of sadness and happiness. “I’m very, very, very grateful for everything you’ve done for me - I really am.” Her smile became less tired, more genuine, and a slight giggle emerging from her exhausted lips.[break][break]
“This is why I love you, Alburn. You’re too good to me.” She said, leaning against him with a sigh. “Thank you. For everything.”
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Post by Alburn Redgrave on Oct 18, 2016 4:50:36 GMT -6
| TAKE ME TO VALHALLA WHERE MY BROTHERS WAIT FOR ME | |
To Alburn, it was impossible to truly save the world from what it already was and where it was heading. If there was a way, then those who came before them would've found it already, but at the same time, the officer certainly didn't believe in simply just sitting around doing nothing to wait for it to happen either. Like Ceyla, he contemplated if there was anything they could possibly do to remedy the dark times they lived in. Could either of them do this alone? No, but if they worked together somehow, then perhaps.... Perhaps the people behind the kingdoms' walls could remain as ignorant as they always have. There was a saying that the ignorance was bliss, and at times like these, the statement couldn't be any more truer. Then, as the Prime Minister's hand cupped against his cheek, Alburn's dark eyes met her own. No matter how hard the woman was trying to hide her emotions, the Officer was able to easily tell how hard she was trying to hold back her tears. Bringing up his arm, the male cupped his own hand into Ceyla's own, using his thumb to wipe off a droplet of tear forming on those soft features cut and bruised from the battle earlier during the day. “You’re right.” Her voice cracked, finally, “You’re absolutely right.”Silently, the officer simply shook his head. He simply wanted to think that all he'd done was to anchor Ceyla down before she did anything rash, but she was right about one thing. Something had to be done. “Thank you for being here for me, Alburn. I’m very, very, very grateful for everything you’ve done for me - I really am." Though he wasn't able to notice it earlier, Ceyla's trembling hand was calloused, full of cuts from all the fighting. It felt completely different than the first time when they held hands, but they were warm to the touch. The Officer removed his hand from his beloved's face and towards the hand she was cupping his cheek with, before gently squeezing it with a small smile. "All in a day's work, I guess," He spoke, "I'd like to think I'm doing a pretty good job being the Prime Minister's boyfriend, considering the fact that I'm not fired my job just yet." The woman giggled, his rare joke must've gotten to her. Even if it wasn't exactly the case, it was nice to see them again. “This is why I love you, Alburn. You’re too good to me.” As she leaned into him, Alburn's arms wrapped around her protectively. There were times when he just wasn't good enough, that she was too good for him, but it was moments like these that made him think that he was the luckiest man of all Remnant. "Thank you. For everything.” "No, you're the one who's too good to me," Alburn placed his lips on her forehead as he brushed his hand through her golden locks of hair, "... There are times when I don't think I'm not good enough, you know? But it's because of you that I manage to hold on, even now. I promise you: I'll find the murderer of your father, no matter what." |
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Oct 24, 2016 13:12:58 GMT -6
[googlefont="Playfair+Display"] [attr="class","back"] [attr="class","picback"] [attr="class","queen1"] [attr="class","longlive"]And just this - I will wish
All of your pain and sadness
Fades someday ..
I hope to brush it away
FOR NOW, I’LL SEE YOU OFF
[attr="class","nomistake"]The more time she got to spend with this man, the more apparent it was becoming - to Ceyla at least - that he would forever be the center of her universe. Alburn was akin to a celestial body, and she found herself drawn to him as if under the influence of gravity. The feeling of his arms around her caused the broken woman’s body to burn, trembling not out of fear - but comfort - as she nestled against him with a smile. Every single word she spoke to him was true, and she desperately needed him to believe that. In another time, she might have been trying to trick him.
But not now.
Ceyla found emotions funny, almost peculiar. How could two people, so enamored with one another, both feel undeserving of the other? All her life Ceyla had observed relationships where one person had their head in the clouds, taken by a vicious sense of narcissism that left their significant other feeling less than they should. At times, Ceyla felt like that was the direction her relationship with Elijah had been heading. Though she knew he loved her, he grew arrogant - almost cocky - as a result of what they had. At the end of it all, the more she thought about it, the more she had started to feel like a possession.
She prayed Alburn didn’t feel that way about her.
And more than anything she wanted him to know she didn’t feel that way about him.
Her arms looped around him as she looked out to the scene set before them. The mountains framed a perfect picture of why she loved Pinnacle so much. The forests below were lush and green, extending far until the ocean blue eased its way into view. A large pasture in the center of it all, with a small stream running through towards the mountains, hosted a number of Grimm and other wildlife. From here the beasts looked so peaceful. As the sun began to set, the ocean sparkled, and everything was bathed in a soft orange light. Ceyla’s hold on Alburn tightened for a second as she squeezed him, looking up into his dark eyes with a soft smile.
“We’ll find whoever took my father away together.” She said with a confident nod. “Neither of us can do it alone, right?” With a content sigh, Ceyla leaned against Alburn once more, resting her head against his chest. The feeling of his arms around her, the feeling of his hand brushing through her golden hair - all of that was almost too much for her. What really set the mood, in her eyes, was the gentle beating of his heart. Every time they were this close, she always tried to take the chance to settle against him and take it all in. It was comforting, soothing when she needed it most.
Without it - without him - she didn’t know where she’d be. How she’d feel. She wouldn’t know…well, anything really.
All she could do is sit there, enjoying Alburn’s presence and it alone with an ecstatic grin. They had to have been sitting there for some time now, and as Ceyla began to lose herself in the moment, a burning sensation began spreading throughout her body - originating from her core. Her heart began to race, her hands almost shaking as her hands grasped firmly onto Alburn’s coat. Drawing in a slow, deep breath, Ceyla sighed aloud as she exhaled. It hadn’t struck her until after that breath, but breathing itself had become a chore - growing labored and rapid as she slowly pulled away from him.
Caught up in the moment.
Losing herself.
Releasing the back of his jacket, Ceyla’s hands retreated slowly before resting against the officer’s chest. Her ears began to sting as her crimson eyes locked on his. A small smile grew across her fair features as her right hand gripped his shirt, the left slowly moving up and around his neck - stopping only to toy with the hair that rested near the nape of his neck. With just this bit of leverage, she led Alburn’s face down, just barely resting his forehead against hers. Something about the moment had left her crying for intimacy, of what sort exactly she wasn’t sure. All Ceyla knew, at that moment, is that she wanted to be as close to Alburn as she could.
Her eyes closed only for a moment, her right hand picking up the vibrations of Alburn’s heart. Her words were meek, her voice almost a whisper - but loud enough for him to hear clearly.
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Post by Alburn Redgrave on Oct 28, 2016 4:57:12 GMT -6
All too often, it was moments like these that the two shared made the young hunter fall for the woman in front of him over and over. To him, she was more than just a friend, an excellent teammate, a comrade-at-arms. Over time, Ceyla became this irreplaceable presence in his daily life that he couldn't live without, and he could never imagine himself living in this cold, dark world alone without her. Perhaps, one day, there would come a time when something called a 'fate' would try to tear them apart, but Alburn simply chose to remain ignorant as long as he could and let himself lose in the woman's warm, mother-like embrace which washed over him like a loving sunlight. He loved her, and he prayed to himself that if there was a higher power watching them, this would never come to an end. With a small sigh living his lips, the young officer let his hand brush through the woman's lush golden locks and locked his dark eyes in the woman's own, which captivated him so many times since the day they first crossed swords with one another. The hunter couldn't exactly remember when he had started to truly fall for her, but if Alburn had to guess, he'd already become Ceyla's prisoner since that day. As the sun began to set on them in the distant horizons, Alburn's dark eyes momentarily turned towards the nature below them. He wondered if this was the kind of scenery that Ceyla looked at every day when she still yet lived in the monasteries.... Truly, it offered its own kind of unique beauty in ways that Legion never could. The way the forest of emerald stretched out before them, the sighing of the ocean that seemed to translate into quiet psalms, and the strange wild life that looked... so peaceful, even if majority of them were Grimm that they all feared so much. He couldn't ask for more perfect setting than this. However, Ceyla's voice quickly forced the officer's mind back to the reality. “We’ll find whoever took my father away together.” She began, nodding to him with the kind of confidence she'd always shown him since the day they first met at Legion. “Neither of us can do it alone, right?”"Yeah, we'll do it. Together." Alburn smiled as she nestled in against his chest. This was all the assurance that he needed that he would never be alone in anything he did. She was his strength that allowed him to push forward, even as the dark storm threatened to loomed over their heads. As he played with her hair, the Officer felt her gentle breath on his chest. Though his body was hurting all over from the blood-stained wounds, he tried his best not to show that he was okay as much as damned possible, going as far as gritting his teeth to keep any sound from coming out of him. One, he certainly didn't want to ruin the mood, and two, he didn't want her being concerned about him so much. He had to be strong, for both of their sakes. As the two eloped each other in silence, the officer took notice just how laborous Ceyla's breathing became as she pulled away from him. Worried, Alburn leaned down to get a better look at her face and lightly placed the back of his hand on one of her cheeks. Much like her cheeks lit up in shades of crimson, her body was burning up for some odd reason. At first, he thought it was from the wounds she'd taken earlier, but he ruled it out by judging her behavior, she was not strained by wounds at all. Then as time went by... he noticed how awfully attractive the sound of her breathing was. His heart started to beat fast, a beast-like instinct in his body was screaming at him to take her up by force, hold her and never let go as how a lion would bite down on its prey. He had no idea what it was, but he couldn't find himself being able to resist it. Her hair, her eyes, her lips, her body... everything she had, he wanted to make it his and defile it. Alburn chained himself back, the moment he gave in to it, surely he'd lose all sense of rationality he had left. All of it would be lost in her, forever. He was hanging by a thread, a thin thread which was threatening to snap at any second, but Ceyla's words cut it in twain. "Kiss me." All it took was a simple whisper. It was not a command, but Alburn followed it as if it were one, pushed her back, and simply ravaged her. His body felt hot, so he took off his favorite jacket and tossed it off to the side before leaning back down on her. He gently bit down on the nape of her neck, slowly working his way back up to her lips. "Sorry for pushing you down like that, Ceyla," He whispered, "It's... okay, right? For us to get carried away like this." ulla |
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Post by Ceyla Regenwald on Dec 7, 2016 17:34:24 GMT -6
Ceyla knew exactly what she wanted when she uttered those two words, but deep down she truly had no idea what to expect. Whatever it was, she knew it wasn’t what actually occurred. Though not quite so, Alburn suddenly being upon her was something possessing a semblance of unexpectedness. He was all over her, and she welcomed him eagerly has her thin fingers toyed with his dark hair. She could feel the heat between them, and when the officer pulled back to work himself free of his jacket, she smiled. Other than shyly biting on her bottom lip, that was really all she could do - smile. Free from the jacket, Ceyla snatched it up as soon as it was discarded to the side, bundling it up and setting it under her head to serve as a makeshift pillow.
Then, like clockwork, he was upon her once again. The feeling of his mouth, of his teeth, against her skin - her neck - sent a sharp chill up and down her spine. Her neck craned to the side, allowing him to kiss and bite to his heart’s content. Meanwhile, her right hand had made its way around to the back of his head, absentmindedly playing with his hair as she cooed while he kissed up her neck. What she wouldn’t give to remain in this perpetual state of elation - with him - forever. Her free hand worked away at the buttons running up the middle of her shirt, and once they no longer stood in her way, she quickly shrugged her left shoulder free of the tan leather jacket she wore. Beneath that, a plain white blouse - and beneath that, nothing.
"Sorry for pushing you down like that, Ceyla." He whispered as she pulled his forehead down to rest against hers, letting the tip of her nose ever so slightly brush against his own. The feeling of his breath against her face as he spoke made her face burn hot, her otherwise fair appearance taking on a slight red hue. "It's... okay, right? For us to get carried away like this?" She paused for a moment, pulling gently on his hair with her right hand as she positioned her legs to the side of his hips, then nodded slowly. “Well, I feel like...now’s as good a time as ever, I guess?” She whispered back, pausing for a brief second to just barely peck him on the lips. “We’re alone, there’s no fighting - the scenery is beautiful. It’s almost too perfect, you know? In that case, really don’t wanna let it waste away without taking advantage of it.”
Ceyla’s hand slowly retreated from around his head while the other one moved up to rest on his cheek, holding his face as she kissed him - quickly and softly - again and again. After four quick pecks, she pulled her face away from his, biting gently on his lower lip with a playful grin. “I just need you to promise me, Alburn…” She said, her voice still a whisper. “That…if we do do this…you’ll stay with me.” Her left hand moved against his cheek, following the curve of his neck, and then traveling - slowly - down the front of his shirt. Her touch was warm, almost as much as the rest of her - and he too - must have felt. Her hand continued its journey, further and further until she felt the buckle of his belt. “So what's it gonna be, Officer Redgrave?” She whispered teasingly.
“Will you stay with me? Forever?” MADE BY ★MEULK |
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