Bress had a way of shirking responsibility, even while openly accepting just what she had done wrong in the eyes of her companion. "There was a local legend that mentioned something along the line of endless life flowing through the bloodline of their lineage. Was I not obligated to test this myth? Some would consider me quite the detective, willing to clear these false claims issued by monarchs and majesties - but you always seem so dour. Serono, do you always do as you are told?" Bringing her fingers to her lips, the demon pantomimed silence before the male decidedly changed his attire, though she was hardly willing to throw anymore scathing comments towards him when he was setting up traction for a chase. Between them, much of this eternal existence was spent on the move, and no one location was worth committing to; at least not for Bress.
It was hard to pretend stability was possible in the face of dimensional chaos. Besides, chaos was much more fun.
"Leather suits you." She breathed, her mouth letting free one unmistakable sigh of wanton approval as hungry oculars scanned the Vaalen's new garments. "Perhaps you can show me your collection sometime, Serono. You know, when you're less busy running me down through the multiverse."
"And those descriptions would be avarice and spite... Hedonism and free will? Hate? Love?" Tongue gliding across her bloodied maw, the maroon stains vanished; replace by the addition of saliva sheen. "All those pesky emotions your kind can't quite feel?" Serono could move to some degree, though this position left his palm pressing face down along the Abaasy, and Bress seemed undeterred - perhaps snuggling closer with each warm passing of speech between the two. "There's always questions with you, Serono. Are you satisfied with the chase? No matter where we happen to go, or what occurs when we get there, you just trudge along behind me with an air of disappointment in tow."
Vision lowered to where the Vaalen's hand began to spark, the energy emitted sending tingles against her torso where flesh remained exposed. Briefly, she considered asking just what he intended to do, but there wasn't time to dwell on the possibilities, and both were well aware that futile attempts at showmanship often extended their time together. Bress was convinced Serono did everything in his power to keep her close, even while wear that mask of apathy and disinterest. Whether this belief was driven by ego, or by fact, it didn't matter. He still lingered ever close, and the demon craved that sort of dedication as accreditation for all the work she had done across the web of dimensional travel. A little havoc here and there, with one viewer dedicated to watching the show.
"You should keep that to yourself-"
But the blast sent her flying. Off, back against the far wall, with her buxom figure locked in place by the severity of his abilities. She wasn't hurt, but the briefest flash of rage crossed typically mirthful features as though what he was doing was crossing a fine line established between them. In reality, there had never been any lines. Their relationship, whatever it may have been, had no borders and spanned the possibilities of the multiverse so long as both of them chose to play the game. Obisidian tendrils met her wrists and ankles, coiling over the gore stained skin like serpents in Serono's attempt to keep her bound. She seemed unimpressed. More so, Bress showed no fear as her wicked gaze met the Vaalen's; she certainly wasn't remorseful. "I never misunderstood any such thing. I simply never cared to learn."
Low chuckling followed, but the mockery implied with it seemed harsher. It wasn't playful any longer, nor did Bress seem completely defeated where she was captive, decorating an otherwise bleak black wall. The only difficulty the woman seemed to face was the directness of the sunlight peeking past her captor's silhouette, though she could maintain eye contact when he chose to do so. "Oh, teach me, why don't you... I'm sure you've been looking forward to it." Not bothering to observe the state her companion's hand was in, the demon managed to shift her sneer into a smirk.
"I've never been tickled by a Vaalen before."
The reconstruction process was more chaotic than his tantrum had been, though Bress could keep the realigning architecture of the fallen rocks and downed trees out of her path. She continued to run forward, and the mess Serono had previously made reconfigured itself to the picturesque tranquility of a lake in solitude. Bress' hand continued to thrum, the power seeping from the sigil embedded in her palm begging for release like a lifelong prisoner claiming innocence. Well aware there was nothing innocent about her abilities, she enabled the crest just as the treeline began to clear and was met with an overwhelming whitening of the setting. Trees, rocks, dense foliage - all vanished. Replaced by an emptiness, this too seemed to convert before her eyes like blank pages being flipped through.
Suddenly, everything stopped - and her bare feet sunk into crisp, clean snow. Absently, the demon hissed her disapproval before shaking her head to clear her vision. It was somewhere northern, or as north as one needed to be for snow to reach knee level. Were she anything else, this sort of climate would be dangerous to traverse though, but the Abaasy wouldn't suffer any long term damage from exposure. It was just difficult to navigate through such deep snow without shoes. So, as quickly as her appearance had changed back at the lake, so too did Bress do away with her ceremonial gear in favor of a pelts and furs style parka with matching leggings and hardened leather boots. At a distance, as bundled as she became, the woman appeared like some large mammal of some sort - though she wasn't looking to fool anyone.
Without knowing where Serono was, the demon could only hike through the desolation in hopes of losing his attention for the time being; it did generally take time for him to catch up. So, Bress crossed a massive opening of the icy field - her tracks vanishing as soon as she moved away from them - until she spotted a small cave carved into the mountainside. Her nose wiggled as she approached, catching the scent of other sentient beings, though it was difficult to assess just where in the time line she had ended up. Perhaps predating technology? How quaint. Bress certainly enjoyed watching the early state of man, if only to poke fun at the predecessors of the race. Rather than directly enter the home of the strangers, Bress plopped down in the snow outside their cave and peeked in for a time.
A family unit, give or take. Parents, a child. An elder. A sibling of the parents. Collectively, a small clan of sorts. Bress couldn't resist making a short snort through her nostrils before leaving them to their meal. Family - what was she to think about a family? Hers certainly wasn't anything like theirs.
It was hard to pretend stability was possible in the face of dimensional chaos. Besides, chaos was much more fun.
"Leather suits you." She breathed, her mouth letting free one unmistakable sigh of wanton approval as hungry oculars scanned the Vaalen's new garments. "Perhaps you can show me your collection sometime, Serono. You know, when you're less busy running me down through the multiverse."
---
"And those descriptions would be avarice and spite... Hedonism and free will? Hate? Love?" Tongue gliding across her bloodied maw, the maroon stains vanished; replace by the addition of saliva sheen. "All those pesky emotions your kind can't quite feel?" Serono could move to some degree, though this position left his palm pressing face down along the Abaasy, and Bress seemed undeterred - perhaps snuggling closer with each warm passing of speech between the two. "There's always questions with you, Serono. Are you satisfied with the chase? No matter where we happen to go, or what occurs when we get there, you just trudge along behind me with an air of disappointment in tow."
Vision lowered to where the Vaalen's hand began to spark, the energy emitted sending tingles against her torso where flesh remained exposed. Briefly, she considered asking just what he intended to do, but there wasn't time to dwell on the possibilities, and both were well aware that futile attempts at showmanship often extended their time together. Bress was convinced Serono did everything in his power to keep her close, even while wear that mask of apathy and disinterest. Whether this belief was driven by ego, or by fact, it didn't matter. He still lingered ever close, and the demon craved that sort of dedication as accreditation for all the work she had done across the web of dimensional travel. A little havoc here and there, with one viewer dedicated to watching the show.
"You should keep that to yourself-"
But the blast sent her flying. Off, back against the far wall, with her buxom figure locked in place by the severity of his abilities. She wasn't hurt, but the briefest flash of rage crossed typically mirthful features as though what he was doing was crossing a fine line established between them. In reality, there had never been any lines. Their relationship, whatever it may have been, had no borders and spanned the possibilities of the multiverse so long as both of them chose to play the game. Obisidian tendrils met her wrists and ankles, coiling over the gore stained skin like serpents in Serono's attempt to keep her bound. She seemed unimpressed. More so, Bress showed no fear as her wicked gaze met the Vaalen's; she certainly wasn't remorseful. "I never misunderstood any such thing. I simply never cared to learn."
Low chuckling followed, but the mockery implied with it seemed harsher. It wasn't playful any longer, nor did Bress seem completely defeated where she was captive, decorating an otherwise bleak black wall. The only difficulty the woman seemed to face was the directness of the sunlight peeking past her captor's silhouette, though she could maintain eye contact when he chose to do so. "Oh, teach me, why don't you... I'm sure you've been looking forward to it." Not bothering to observe the state her companion's hand was in, the demon managed to shift her sneer into a smirk.
"I've never been tickled by a Vaalen before."
---
The reconstruction process was more chaotic than his tantrum had been, though Bress could keep the realigning architecture of the fallen rocks and downed trees out of her path. She continued to run forward, and the mess Serono had previously made reconfigured itself to the picturesque tranquility of a lake in solitude. Bress' hand continued to thrum, the power seeping from the sigil embedded in her palm begging for release like a lifelong prisoner claiming innocence. Well aware there was nothing innocent about her abilities, she enabled the crest just as the treeline began to clear and was met with an overwhelming whitening of the setting. Trees, rocks, dense foliage - all vanished. Replaced by an emptiness, this too seemed to convert before her eyes like blank pages being flipped through.
Suddenly, everything stopped - and her bare feet sunk into crisp, clean snow. Absently, the demon hissed her disapproval before shaking her head to clear her vision. It was somewhere northern, or as north as one needed to be for snow to reach knee level. Were she anything else, this sort of climate would be dangerous to traverse though, but the Abaasy wouldn't suffer any long term damage from exposure. It was just difficult to navigate through such deep snow without shoes. So, as quickly as her appearance had changed back at the lake, so too did Bress do away with her ceremonial gear in favor of a pelts and furs style parka with matching leggings and hardened leather boots. At a distance, as bundled as she became, the woman appeared like some large mammal of some sort - though she wasn't looking to fool anyone.
Without knowing where Serono was, the demon could only hike through the desolation in hopes of losing his attention for the time being; it did generally take time for him to catch up. So, Bress crossed a massive opening of the icy field - her tracks vanishing as soon as she moved away from them - until she spotted a small cave carved into the mountainside. Her nose wiggled as she approached, catching the scent of other sentient beings, though it was difficult to assess just where in the time line she had ended up. Perhaps predating technology? How quaint. Bress certainly enjoyed watching the early state of man, if only to poke fun at the predecessors of the race. Rather than directly enter the home of the strangers, Bress plopped down in the snow outside their cave and peeked in for a time.
A family unit, give or take. Parents, a child. An elder. A sibling of the parents. Collectively, a small clan of sorts. Bress couldn't resist making a short snort through her nostrils before leaving them to their meal. Family - what was she to think about a family? Hers certainly wasn't anything like theirs.
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