forum The Marked Twins (Kindgom/Fantasy RP)

Started April 29, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Hilarious." Charlie laughed, shaking her head. "How do you even come up with this?"

"I don't know?" Chakuro smiled, "Are you being sarcastic?"

August turned back towards Noa, brows furrowed. He shook his head. “No, it doesn’t,” he said while he was signing. “I’ll get used to it.”

//bye

“I’m sure you wil,” she said as she picked up two drinks from a passing maid. “Drink?”

"And I'm Genevieve," She did a small courtesy towards Olive.

August gave a warm smile and nodded, taking the drink from her. He sipped it slowly and glanced down at the liquid in the cup. “What is this?”

August gave a warm smile and nodded, taking the drink from her. He sipped it slowly and glanced down at the liquid in the cup. “What is this?”

“Some sort of fruit drink, I think,” she said, peering into the cup and sniffing it. “Possibly alcoholic.”

"I don't know?" Chakuro smiled, "Are you being sarcastic?"

"Sarcastic? Me?" Charlie tilted her head to the side and grinned. "Never." She turned towards Chakuro, putting her hands on his shoulders carefully. After watching what the other girls were doing, she decided that she had somewhat of an idea of what to do.

Chakuro blushed from the sudden contact and pulled her in closer, nearly touching noses.
"How's the ball?"

"It's amazing, other than the fact that everyone is talking about us. . . and our powers." Charlie replied, her stomach fluttering from how close they were.

"Charlie? I like you. You're a good friend. And I think, I should tell you everything." Chakuro took her hand, slipping away from the ballroom to a balcony under the stars. He sat down on a bench next to a hedge and patted the space next to him. "Sit."

Charlie took her mask off and sat next to him. Calm down. She couldn't let her emotions get out of control, or her illusions would be everywhere. "You want to tell me everything?"

"Everything." he promised, "Just don't tell anyone else. I can't-I can't trust anyone else." he extended a wing around Charlie, shielding her from the cold of the night.

"Of course. I won't tell a soul." Charlie replied as she nodded, flinching as his wing touched her bare shoulder. It had always been a habit ever since she starting growing up with her mother. The scars on her back pricked at the thought, her tattoos peeking out at the top of her dress

//^coughing^ august

"Aita was my twin brother. Not a best friend. We were like you, scared from participating in these cruel games. But, we were from when the games were first introduced. Some 200,000 years ago."
Chakuro took a deep breath, "I was just woken up today from my cryo-chamber, not remembering anything. But all the memories came back, soon enough."

Charlie looked at him, her gaze telling him to continue. She wanted to say sorry for what happened to Aita. . . but she knew that sorry didn't cover it. Losing a twin was like losing half of yourself.

"He died. Aita died. Killed by the very twins who'd sworn not to kill anyone. All of us swore not to kill anyone. But on the arena, it's different. The blood pumping in your veins, the tears running down your face, the dust that settles on your clothes. It's too real. I broke my promise when Aita died. And I killed everyone in that arena, except for just one set of twins." Chakuro's voice broke.

Charlie took Chakuro's hand, rubbing the back of it with her thumb gently. She didn't say anything as the cold wind blew against her face. Would she do the same thing? If someone killed August? Charlie already knew the answer. She'd lose it. Everyone in that arena would never see light again.

"The set of twins, they convinced me that killing wasn't the answer. And I listened. We didn't kill each other, refusing to do so. But the royals didn't like that." Chakuro's eyes were watery. "They sent in their army, slaughtering them. But they left me alive. I was going to be king. The royals decided I was too much of a rebel, and so they sealed me away, to use me as a political weapon, and erased me from the history books." he turned towards her, "I don't suppose you've ever heard of Chakuro Myoma, Rebel Dancer 102?"

Charlie shook her head. This is what the royals had done? The monarchy that she had looked up to?

"I thought so. I'm so old, Charlie. Thousands of years older than you." Chakuro bit his lip, trying to brighten the mood. "I'm a half-demon, which means I'll probably live until 500 or something. I'll be even older. I'll have seen too much."

"Is it good to live that long, Chakuro?" Charlie asked, looking up at him and watching the golden flecks in his eyes. "I'll be gone in 50 years if I live through this."

"I don't want to live that long. I'll lose too many friends and loves. I've already lost some anyway." Chakuro pressed a kiss to Charlie's forehead.