Those Words I'll Never Say and the Lies I'll Always Tell

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Characters: Ishtar and Duzell (Closed)
Setting: October 15th, 2012 | Floor 2, Room 02-13
Format: Prose
Summary: After the Shadow Event, there's a huge discussion that needed to happen, because there's no hiding anything from Duzell.
Warnings: angst, tl;dr, and will add more if it gets more intense

Ishtar lowered herself to the bed. She was already anticipating this day the moment that event was over. The Shadow had spoke too much. She told them all way too much, and person that was mostly was no other than Duzell. She knew he wasn't kidding when he told her they had things to talk about and she had a lot of explaining to do. Ishtar knew that better than anyone else. She hid a lot of things, things that she couldn't quite talk about freely. Ishtar tugged the strangely tacky costume that she found herself in not too long ago.

Her hair was up completely, in a nice ponytail, but the short garment was anything but comfortable for the princess, and the fish nets definitely didn't give her any leverage either. On top of that the loose clothing had the tendency to go up and was tight in the wrong places. She had tried to rip the terrible thing off but it didn't seem like her efforts were helpful at all.

At least, he somewhat put her mind at easy by mentioning that there was no difference who she was and that he didn't give two shits about her being a clone. The heavy burden lifted a little, but of course she still thought about it, like where she stood now. What was her place in this world? She lived a lie after all, and the only way she coped with it mostly was keeping herself busy and not thinking about it. The loss of people she cared about seemed to be endless. She was worried that it would happen here as well.

The princess folded her hands as she looked at the door. Somehow, it felt rather intimidating, waiting for someone to come and waiting for him to demand answers. There was no use lying to Duzell. He would see right through her. Even though, she felt that they had been apart for so long, they still had the small understanding of each other. She supposed it wasn't too bad to know that the real thing wasn't going to reject her existence. He was the vampire king, and she knew exactly how easily he could discard her.

She always wanted to ask him why he hadn't got rid of her yet and why he still hung around. He didn't need to. He had all his powers, and all his abilities. A silly human girl wasn't going to do much for him. At least, not right now. She guessed it might have been the conversation she discussed with Gaara. She didn't know if she could fully believe it still. She also had questions for him, words that would probably leak out once they started this conversation. So, she closed her eyes and waited. This was going to be a long day. She could feel it.

It was always a long day when you had to tell the truth.

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A small bat in a pink bunny suit flew into her room and slapped the door shut with its wing. The vampire spent a lot more time in bat form these days, being unable to change clothes and all. This goddamn hideous costume was a real pain in the ass. Human girls would shriek and squeal and try to run over to catch him. He didn’t want to fucking play with any humans. Not like that, anyway.

He made sure no one else was in the room, then changed back to his vampire self. He didn’t know how, but the costume changed size too, getting big enough to fit him. It was the first thing he tried to do to get rid of it, by turning into something smaller. Those people were clever little bastards, weren’t they?

He ignored the staring from Ishtar and sat next to her on the bed. Costume or not, they were going to have a serious talk. He had given her time to get over the shadow thing, and he’d just about run out of patience. He didn’t forget any of the things it said to him. By the way Ishtar acted around it, maybe the thing had been telling the truth after all.

Duzell leaned over, staring right down at the princess. He had no regard whatsoever for her personal space. If she was bothered by something he did, she could get up and move away or push him back.

“Stop running around with your human friends so much,” he started off with that gripe, “You look like hell.”

1/2 Whoops sorry I had to find a costume for her XD

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Ishtar was pretty much in the same miserable state, trying to hide what little dignity she still had with the strange costume. She was fine with having things revealing but that definitely surprised her when she couldn't rip this dainty revealing costume off. It wasn't comfortable and she was already fidgeting while keeping her arms around her body and perhaps covering it with the sheets. The princess noticed the bat in the bunny suit floating into the room.

No, don't tell her that-- yes, yes it was. Duzell was stuck in a giant pink bunny costume. Ishtar took a moment to process that while coughing to stop herself from falling into stupid fits of laughter since the situation was serious. It was suppose to be serious but how as she suppose to take this seriously? She cold tell that he was pretty unhappy with the costume and that it almost made her feel better that her costume wasn't a giant well...giant animal suit. Ishtar coughed again to stifle another laughter. Ishtar moved back a little just because the costume she was screwed in was completely revealing and super tight.

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She didn't get why there were two swords hanging from the thighs. She couldn't process much else other than the fact that Duzell was in a weird ass pink bunny suit and she was stuck in this weird ninja looking attire that was going beyond what she would ever wear. She cleared her throat for the third time to calm down. After almost laughing out loud for a few minutes earlier, she stopped and glanced at hims seriously.

"It keeps me busy, and keeps my mind off of things. It's not like I'm getting hurt right?" she mused giving him an apologetic look, "and you're always disappearin' so I never know where to find you sometimes," she replied with a small look, "Hah...in a literal sense...yeah, I do."

The costume was enough to expose the scars that ran along her body and the mark that was thinly on the area near her heart. Ishtar pulled the sheets up a little more.

[sanguine_corruptio_lamia]

And there was a silver haired vampire in a giant pink bunny costume, long ears bouncing whenever he moved his head. He really wanted to kill whoever put this thing on him. He tried to destroy it a hundred times before he realized he was wasting his time. If he had to collect candy to get rid of the damn thing, then he’d do it, but still hate whoever put him in it.

“I’m picking up lousy candy for these crap clothes,” he explained with a scowl. “Besides, that shadow thing messed with your head for days. Don’t you humans need time to heal and all that?” He shook his head. Humans were so weak. Why couldn’t they be stronger, like vampires?

He kept a tight hold of the sheets, stopping her from pulling them up. She couldn’t hide in her normal clothes, and he had given her long ass enough time to keep him in the dark. He pushed aside the sheet and held her down at her shoulders as he looked over her body. She wasn’t going to get away with it this time.

“Enough hiding. I told you, you don’t have to do that around me. Are you deaf or what?”

He ran a long claw down the scar near her heart, glaring hard at it like he wanted to burn a hole through her skin.

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Ishtar might have been tempted to poke those bunny ears for a moment before paying attention again. Honestly, the girl was doing what she could to get away from talking about this. She still didn't want to talk about as always. It was better to keep it under wraps. It always had. She didn't really want to tell others about it. It was hard to even talk to Duzell about things like this. Ishtar wasn't too worried about hunting candy right now, but she could get onto it if she wanted.

"Yeah, tell me about it," she stared at the stupid costume again. God, who would wear such tight form fitting annoyingly tacky clothes?! Ishtar shrugged looking off again, "I guess I do?" she mused quietly. After being engaged with all the mental trauma at Facility, this wasn't really that bad. She could fix it up okay, and pick up the pieces. At least, that's what she told herself. She tensed a bit when he was examining her over. Clearly she had not said anything about those scars. She felt rather awkward just having him stare at her. After all, as much as she didn't care about revealing clothes, this was kind of drawing the line even for her.

"...Yeah I know but still this is highly....uncomfortable and tight...and annoying!" she retorted frowning. Ishtar sighed. There was no way she was going to get out of this now. He already sounded pissed on top of his own annoyance, "Fine."

she mused after a long moment.

[sanguine_corruptio_lamia]

He already knew she didn’t tell him the whole truth about the facility place. He had no idea why she felt the need to keep those secrets from him. Did she think he couldn’t handle the truth? Please. He had been alive for centuries. She couldn’t possibly have seen everything he had seen over his long lifespans.

“You don’t look half bad, princess,” he teased her with a grin and broke the tension a bit by poking the top of her breast. “Only wrinkly old ladies need to hide under granny clothes.” Her costume wasn’t as bad as his. Wearing something revealing wouldn’t bother the vampire. It was something stupid and ridiculous that he had a problem with.

Enough stalling, because he already knew she was going to do that. Duzell stayed right where he was, keeping her under his wing so she couldn’t wiggle her way out of this again. He was angry at her, even though he didn’t really show it. If she hadn’t kept so many damn secrets, he could have dealt with her shadow better. Why was it so hard for her to talk to him now? She didn’t have that problem before, when they were in Pheliosta. Ishtar was always really open with him; he was the guarded one around the spunky princess.

“I know you died. Don’t try to deny it. What other shit did the facility put you through?”

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Ishtar more or less said only half of the things that happened there. She didn't know what to say exactly. It was something she wasn't used to and having to talk about it for the first time ever with someone that she hadn't spoken to in years was a little awkward.

She didn't like to hide things and often told him things, too, but he was also secretive. She was sure that there were things he never told her either. She wanted to know what was on his mind sometimes, but it never really worked out. She put her arms around her chest and lower abdomen. At least, she was trying to. The costume was not giving her any room to cover herself up.

"No, I'd rather have my own clothes, just like you would rather not be wearing a rabbit suit."

She replied calmly poking him a little. Ishtar made a face, "Are you calling me old and wrinkly, Duzie? Is that what you're implying?" she mused frowning, but clearly used to his words. She was fine dealing with them since they came from Duzell and Duzell always treated her like another person. She was glad that he never really listened to her demands. It was nice to see someone not want to do things you did.

"...." she shrugged this time, not bothering to hide that comment from him, "Yeah...I have."

She mused quietly before looking at him, "Where do you want me to start Duzie?" she mused eying him seriously. Where did he want her to start?