Caught Up In Passion *Open*

[Nymph Cupido]

Nymph Cupido was far too easily bored. It was something that she had had to live with for her whole life. Perhaps this was why she had such a passion for passion. It was hard to be bored when one got so caught up in one’s loves, after all. Passion was a wonderful thing, wonderful to see people’s eyes light up when they were doing something that they truly and simply loved to do. Perhaps that was why Nymph stuck so stubbornly to her passions. And so stubbornly to her flighty nature, due to her boredom. She was a sixth former, after all, with no one to count as a friend.

This fact didn’t bother her too much. She simply tugged up her arm warmers that were a bright blue in colour. Tugged on her platform boots until they almost entirely covered her black knee highs. And off she went. To be honest, she wasn’t quite sure where she was headed just yet, but she wanted to go somewhere that would interest her for a short amount of time at least. It was so rare to find these places. Kalona’s Castle surely was one, for interesting going ons always seemed to occur in the vicinity. But she wasn’t heading there today, for she had been there yesterday! She needed a new spot to amuse herself.

She tucked her sketchpad under her arm and off she went. Her journeys actually took her to Nyx’s Temple. She had come here often enough growing up in this house of night, often enough until Kalona had taken over of course. She hated to turn her back on someone who was supposed to have loved her, but she had done it before at the Orphanage. She had to look out for what was best for her after all, and not what was best for everyone other wise she’d still be back at that place, still being ignored and bored for her whole life.

Besides, she craved attention. She always felt like Nyx denied her because she was said to talk to others and she never spoke to her. Not once. Kalona hadn’t denied her, so Nymph went where she could get the most attention and the least denial. Still, even for all her reasons, it made her a tad bit antsy to be here. She sucked her right lip ring into her mouth and sucked on it a bit before popping it out and doing it once more. It was a nervous habit for the young woman, one that she had done since she had started piercing herself. That or she would turn one of the studs repeatedly. The twisting hurt, but Nymph was familiar with pain, it was an old companion.

At least the girl had found something to occupy her time. She sat on a bench a respectful distance away. This way she didn’t feel like she was denying the goddess that she once worshipped. But she also sat relatively far, for the same reason of disrespect being that she no longer actively worshipped this goddess. She was Kalona’s fledgling now with the feather on her upper arm, was she not? It was covered now with her long sleeved black shirt, but it was still there on her skin.

Just as much a part of her as the black ink on her shoulder blades. Just as much a part of her as her wings. Which was another reason she was attracted to being on Kalona’s side. The wings factor was a tempting one. Who could be all that evil and have wings?

She did what she had meant to do, however, the reason she had come out. To escape the boredom that plagued her. She took out her sketchpad and laid it on her lap. Pulling a pencil from behind her ear, she began to sketch, her long black hair catching the wind and getting in her way every once in a while. She would pause to brush it back, but other than that she was dead to the world, and caught up in her passion.

[Kalona]

Kalona

I think I should know how,
To make love to something innocent,
Without leaving my fingerprints out, now.
L-O-V-E's just another word,
I'll never learn to pronounce...

.xXx. Kalona wasn’t a man that could sit still, for very often. He had to constantly keep his mind, and if he was lucky, his body, busy. It wasn’t so much the fact Kalona had to be moving, but rather the fact boredom tended to get to him in rather savage and unwanted ways. He would get overly irritated, and often pace across his room several times. The immortal would go over the things he had done, the things he’d passed onto other, less important people to do, and the things that needed to be done, still. To his dismay, this tactic didn’t always assist him in finding entertainment. Boredom, as well as his body’s uncontrollable lustfulness, was what often caused Kalona to go looking for somefun. After all, what was better entertainment then a woman? She’d keep him amused, pleasured, and even leave him tired. Well, for a little while. The best part? Both his mind and body would stay in use.


Kalona thought of this, as he walked bath and forth across his room. He walked with a certain carelessness, his legs carrying him gracelessly across the room, though his facial expression was grave and irritated; his jaw wrenched tight, his lips pursed. If one were to walk in, they may be confused, though Kalona would soon end all confusion very easily. If someone were to walk into his room, a male, he would simply yell at the boy and slam the door rather savagely. It often worked, and Kalona was willing to bet it wouldn’t fail him anytime, soon. The immortal paused his walking at one end of the room, his brow furrowing, as he glanced into the mirror. He’d seen himself so many times, and to Kalona, he appeared always the same. He could shift the age in which he looked, this was true. But it wasn’t Kalona’s facial features in which he paid attention to. It was his eyes, and their bright color along with their rather calculating and harsh appearance, and his expression. It was always the same. Kalona never changed. The immortal smirked, the side of his lips jerking into a slight, barely noticeable smile. What was he to do, on this fine night?


Kalona ended up deciding on taking a stroll throughout the school, due to his conclusion that he may not find the correct entertainment within the castle walls. He carried himself with pride and confidence, his head high and eyes narrowed, as if he was already judging the people he passed by. His wings were folded neatly into his shoulders, their feathers brushing lightly against his back. Kalona figured most would be irritated by the ticklishness of the feathers, although he’d gotten used to it long ago. The immortal’s gazed was pulled to the sky rather slowly, to train on the resilient full moon floating there. It was a splendid sight, one of the few, in fact, that Kalona actually appreciated. The man smiled, just slightly, before pausing immediately, feet away from a building. Where had his wandering brought him? Kalona walked along the outside of the building easily, soon identifying it as Nyx’s Temple. An irritated little sigh left through parted lips, as he placed an experienced hand against the door. He didn’t need to relive memories, like his mind so tauntingly threatened to do. It was then the immortal froze, previously closed eyes snapping open. He’d heard something.

From inside the temple.

Kalona’s brow furrowed, his focus changing to the sounds around him. The scratching, scribbling of some sort of writing utensil against paper. Kalona believed it was pencil, as it sounded less harsh, compared to the scribbling of a pen. Kalona smirked then, the same smirk from before; his signature, manipulative little smile.

Looks like he’d found his entertainment.

With ease, the man pushed the door open and walked inside, his eyes immediately scanning the room. There, on a bench a fair ways away from the statue Kalona so horribly despised, sat a girl. His brows rose in unison, both interest and amusement sparking within his expression. What was he name? Kalona scanned over the lists he had piled on his desk, pictures, names, ages... Everything. He should know this. The immortal walked closer, so much so in fact to block the statue, before spreading his wings suddenly, in a hidden attempt to completely steal attention from the horrifically beautiful structure. His wings unfurled with ease, casting a shadow before him, and onto the girl. He tilted his head, his smirk unwavering.

Nymph. Nymph Cupido.
Bingo.

“Well, I do believe you have quite an amount of explaining to do, Nymph.”

He said simply, his tone mocking, yet completely amused at the same time. Just enough to warn her, just enough to let her know he was at an advantage, here. This was Kalona’s playing field.

How do I say I'm sorry,
'Cause the word is,
Never gonna come out no.
L-O-V-E's just another word,
I'll never learn to pronounce...

Words: 889
Muse: Meh
Song(s): Give Him Up - Faber Drive
Notes: Didn't proof it!<3 Sorrryyyy

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[Nymph Cupido]

Nymph went along with her sketching, so sucked into her pure passion that nothing else mattered to her at all. She just wanted to keep going and going…it was intoxicating, this passion. She hoped everyone had a passion that could just suck them in like this, everyone deserved a passion like this. It was when people didn’t that she got upset and forgot she shouldn’t use her affinity on people. Distractedly she sucked her lipring into her mouth, nibbling on it a little as she sketched. Perhaps it was because she was so sucked into her work?

She was pleased when the body of the statue came into view, so beautiful. Whether or not she worshiped the goddess she was currently sketching was no matter. What mattered was that she was beautiful, that was undeniable. Nymph started on the hair now, waiting for last for the face, she was very pleased with herself. Surely this was what it meant to be loved, to feel this heat of passion. Perhaps that was why she loved it so much. Or perhaps it was just…something that Nymph was, to love passion so much.

She glimpse up at the statue once more, quickly, to gain a reference for the bit she was sketching now, but beyond that she didn’t care about what else was in the room. It wasn’t important and it wasn’t like she was here to worship the goddess she sketched. She just had an interest in beauty, that was all. And something being beautiful never meant that it was right, that much she was certain. Nyx had always ignored her when she worshipped her, how could that be right? She much preferred Kalona who she had yet see ignore anyone. So there, she was happy with her choice to change sides. Hence the feather on her upper arm, currently hidden.

A sudden shadow fell across her page and Nymph frowned. It shouldn’t get this many shadows this early in the night. She looked up to find the source of the shadow that had disturbed her sketching and for a moment she sat dumbfounded. She hadn’t expected that, not at all. Wow. Her eyes went wide, as the sight of wings caught her attention. Nymph adored wings, worshipped them even. Having wings meant that you could fly away whenever you wanted and no one could stop you. She wished she had wings. Just the pure sight of them, however, was enough to entirely stop the young woman in her tracks.

In her moment of awe, a few thoughts dashed across her mind. Would he stay like that long enough for her to sketch him? How did he control those wondrous things? And then the last thing…how much trouble was she in? She blushed pretty brightly as she let her expression stop being in such open wonderment, however she didn’t hide it from her eyes, she was still in awe of his wings and the beauty they held. He himself was beautiful as well, she wouldn’t deny that much from anyone. She didn’t get how anyone resisted him, perhaps that was because she had never tried herself.

He said she had some explaining to do and her cheeks flared up red once more. She supposed she did. She hadn’t meant anything by it by coming here, she had simply longed for something to do…something to sketch, and the statue had been the first thing that she had come across, that was all. But how to explain that in a way that made sense to someone else? Nymph always felt like she was worlds away from all other people in this world, it was frustrating at times. It made her feel like, perhaps, she would simply always be ignored by everyone else because they wouldn’t get her. And that denial was what the young woman feared most in the world, she never wished to be ignored.

She shook her head for a moment, trying to clear her thoughts and stop staring at his wings, back to the man who had them attached to his shoulders. ”S-Sorry. I was just looking for something to sketch. I was bored is all…” she said, frowning slightly as she did. She knew the excuse seemed weak but it was true. She hadn’t meant any harm in it. She just knew that the statue would be something she could sketch. Looking down she realized she had sketched all of the statue, except for the face. That seemed pretty symbolic to her.