Playing with Knives [Private/Lillian] [Vanyel/Calypso]

Caly had no idea where she was going, but she was walking with urgency. The pain in her chest had gotten far worse over the days after she had awakened. She had been trying to think out her suffering over the last few days, focus on forming her own filter towards the more extremes of emotions, often sitting in more light hearted settings for better luck. However, during one session she had felt a sharp pain in her chest, sensing something amiss with.. Vanyel?

She didn't think much of it, it was a stressful time.. But when the sharp pain occurred once more and far worse, it lead her to tracking him down. She had no idea where she was, but she knew Vanyel was within the house in front of her. Out of politeness, she rung the doorbell, standing in front of the door, the longest she waited the more impatient and dwelling on how shitty she felt was. Soon she resorted to knocking on the door, lightly coughing into her other hand,

"Huff! Vanyel I know you're in there! Why aren't you opening the door?"

Soon she put her ear up to the door, while any typical person would think nobody was home, she focused her senses inwards, picking up on...

"..Oh my god. VANYEL?!"

She pounded on the door this time, but quickly stopped, looking at the lock, and placing her hand over it, "I wish this door would open!"

Pale lavendar energy suddenly caused the door to burst inward, without simply undoing the lock, a loud slam from the door breaking both the frame and one of it's hinges as it hit a wall. Calypso was a bit taken aback by how her power interpreted that but that wasn't important, the woman running inside and seeing all the knives strewn about, eyes widening, coughing pure negativity increasing as she looked around. The room reeked and pulsed with despair and agony, tears beading in the woman's eyes.

The room had the tinge of iron. Her eyes switched to the knives upon the ground, leading to the bed.

They.. Had blood on them.

Calypso's heart raced as she saw a form move underneath darkened sheets, even the sheets smelled strongly of iron. She slowly grasped the sheet, flinching when she felt how wet and warm it was, and slowly pulled it off.

Someplace in her mind wished she didn't pull the sheet off.

There he was, the cocky white-haired asshole, usually full of snark and walls, laying in bed covered in cuts and gashes, new and old. The young Asthavon only stood over him for a few moments, her mind processing if this was true or some awful dream.

No.. This was real.

She couldn't take it. She dropped onto her knees, hands pitiably holding onto the side of the bed, the woman had began sobbing and yelling, silver tears dripping from her eyes in copious amounts as a pitch black, smokey substance left her lips. She pressed her head against the side of the bed, pure agony in her yells. If Vanyel spoke or even moved, Calypso was suddenly up on the bed, body pressed against his, having pulled him into a hug, sobbing into his torso, her tears likely leaking over and possibly speeding up the healing of some of his wounds.

"..Oh my god, Vanyel..! Vanyel...!"

"WHAT HAPPENED TO ME ISN'T IMPORTANT!"

Calypso snapped at him in response, her face lying against his upper chest as silvery streaks of tears would run down his arms at times, the room suddenly radiating with the young Asthavon's powerful sadness and anger, the initial scream causing any fragile objects to surely crack. She didn't keep her emotions or energy in proper check, spilling forth both as a pressure in the room, as as darkness streaming from her lips and soon even her eyes, her noticing and quickly breaking away from him, as to not spill the literal liquid despair on his already torn spirit.

"What happened to me... Isn't important."

One of her sclera had completely turned dark, eyes round with sadness as she stared at him, darkness reeking of putrid negativity spilling from her body, her releasing a coughing fit as she covered her mouth, shuddering and holding her chest,

"..I know, I know it hurts.. But.. Look at yourself..! Look at yourself! How... How could.. You.. Do that to yourself..?"

Overwhelming feelings washed the young Asthavon's mind once more as she held the sides of her head, visibly in pain as she felt a sharp pain in her head, a terrible headache ensuing as her emotions welled,

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF?!"

Anything delicate, was very likely shattered at this point, namely windows, as Calypso let out another scream, her mind trying to figure a way through this moment of distress, until the woman sunk to the ground, sobbing pure black tears as the ground began to form a puddle of them. She thought, she thought and she thought and thought, the reflex to think her way out to survival kicking in as her mind delved to search for some form of solution to this, no matter how absurd it would seem. She trembled in silence for mere moments, before her gaze slowly looked up at Vanyel,

"... Let it out," She spoke one simple phrase at first, "..The solution to this... Is to let it out... Let it... Out..."

Suddenly, she grabbed one of the man's slashed arms, gathering several bloodied knives in her hand, an almost cold expression on her face as she appeared to be trying to keep her cool, "We're going to have a fight, Vanyel. That is how we'll let it out."

With a swift yank, suddenly the both of them were falling through an abyss; Calypso had suddenly opened a portal underneath them, and at the other end of that portal was a field. The sky was a deep sun set red, the air being a clear tell of them not quite being on earth anymore. The field was long, flat, containing many large rocks and a few plateaus. Calypso released the man's arm, walked a few steps away from him, and tossed the handful of knives at him,

"We're going to fight, Vanyel. Please get up."

Six thin tendrils formed from her body, their ends containing sharp, dark purple, blade-like structures as they seamlessly whipped around the woman's body, "..If you won't start, I will... Come at me with everything you are, Vanyel..!"

Two of them would suddenly lunge for the man, with clear intent to cut the man right on up in their movements. The young Asthavon wasn't intent on playing coy, she was serious when she said she wished for him to fight.

"NO."

Calypso almost didn't sound human with the way she responded, more like some beast from the depths as she refused Vanyel's wishes to just curl up and sleep. A dangerous look was in her eyes as she swung tendril after tendril at him, refusing to let up or back off, as darkness bled from her eyes and mouth.

"Curling up and dying will not cure you."

Despite initially looking purely to cut and gash the man, any and all strikes with her tendrils contained a wish; A wish to revitalize him, and as such her energy formed as a light purple glow at the end of each of them, each strike both giving pain yet a sense of invigoration. Calypso wasn't interested in beating a downed man, she wanted him to fight him, as per her experience, battling out intense, hidden emotions did leaps and bounds to making her feel better, and hoped the form of physical venting would help him, even in her state of rage towards the cruelty he performed on himself.

"HAhaHAHA, don't wanna hurt ME? Don't wanna hurt ME? You had no fucking issue gashing up your body, when did concern for harming anyone come in?! I'm a motherfucking Asthavon, I have survived worse than some human fuckhead stabbing me! SO COME AT ME ALREADY YOU GODDAMN PUSSYBITCH!"

Calypso's main body hardly moved an inch from the beginning of the fight, shadowy tendrils with deadly striking power and sharpness having performed the fighting for her, violently striking at the young man whenever they could, slamming against his attempts at defenses. A deadly look was in her eyes as she saw him make progress getting closer to her. Vanyel was immensely lucky Calypso recognized he was far weaker than her, even more so due to his crippled mental state, or else she would have performed much more extreme, deadly movements to strike him than mere hack n' slash. She was here to make him vent, not grievously injure him after all.

"It matters to ME!"

She loudly snapped in response, her eye catching that he was doing a suspicious move, by sheer impulse did one of her tendrils suddenly whip and wrap around the arm about to stab her, a tight grip, if she had poorer self control, would have snapped his arm. Instead, it merely roughly threw his arm off trajectory, one of her feet raising to give him a harsh, rapid kick to the solar plexus if he didn't move away or block in time, the demon's lip curled in a snarl full of sharp, nightmareish teeth as darkness dripped from them,

"Did I tell you to BITCH? NO. I said FIGHT ME cunt-for-brains!"

With the screaming of insults, several tendrils, much thicker than the initial ones, appearing very bramble-like in appearance, suddenly went for and sought to aggressively flip Vanyel off balance, going for a low sweep at speeds the typical eye and mind would have been boggled by.

"SO FIGHT, OR I'LL TURN YOU INTO DOGSHIT!"

"NO."


Her darkening eyes seemed to light up at the sight of Vanyel protecting himself from her attack, watching as he continued to swing at her with a sense of satisfaction within her. However, the more Vanyel swung at her tendrils, the more something puzzling would arise. With all this hack n slash, there was something missing during all of it, and it would only come to fruition as Calypso's movements became sluggish for a second as she was processing what the hell was going on with her body. She quickly put two and two together and realized that pretty little weapon he kept forming was attempting to cause a sort of decay within her, a small chuckle coming from her throat as she knew exactly where the energy originated from merely by feeling it, that familiar sense of tearing at her being...

Within this, the odd thing about the battle would become apparent as he sought to stab her through the chest; The blade did not pierce her chest, making contact surely, but it did not penetrate. Calypso merely grasped the Odachi with a gentle hand, looked at Vanyel, and smiled softly as a white light shimmered in her pupils,

"Bad touch~"

Suddenly white flames would explode from her palm, engulfing the blade inspired by madness, and if left to it, burn the blade's current form away to nothing. The negativity-incinerating flames would perform some devastating work regardless, as Calypso stood there, still as black fluid suddenly came pouring from her eyes and mouth, the woman coughing as she heard him speak, a smile on her face as she sensed the sudden influx of energy within the area, but didn't move, merely being consumed by the light of the bolt of lightning.

After the explosion cleared, if Vanyel was still looking at her, she had partially transformed into her phoenix-like form, wings of shade having protected her body from the blast. The wings unfurled, vanishing back into her being as she walked over to Vanyel, largely unharmed as the flames did their work purging the effects of his weapon from her body. Though she visibly looked ill, having black gunk spilling from her face and whatnot, she still walked to him smiling and silent. Half way to him, she suddenly blurred out, reappearing directly in front of him as she stared into his eyes,

"..I want you to be happy."

Despite her gentle words, she still had a fiery sense of rage within her, one of her feet lifting and turning to not only strike his leg, but transform into a shadowy appendage with a wish to both grasp his leg and rip his balance away from him. If he didn't react in time, he suddenly would be dragged against the dirt, and thrown across the field like a ragdoll.