fan the flames | private, mikoto

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  • [fancypost='margin: 0 auto; max-width: 650px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;']✧ // the heavens above and hell even higher


    he had lead mikoto into the castle proper, for it’s stone walls were the only fireproof thing that came to mind. he had decided to avoid his own room, which contained flammable paper and books, and settled on an empty bedroom that no clan member had claimed yet. once they were both in, he eased the door so that it was a sliver away from being closed, to both ensure more privacy and to make sure that should things turn violent he had a path of escape that wasn’t jumping out the window. although that might be a better method, considering mikoto’s lack of wings.


    he took a moment to gather his thoughts once they had settled in, maintains a good distance from his long-lost brother. he was not yet sure whether he wanted to have a talk with him regarding their past troubles or to yell at him for showing up and nearly burning down his entire home. the home that he was partially responsible for as an enforcer. “it’s been long,” he started and then paused for a good ten seconds. his mouth felt dry.


    “there was no way to reach you through the fire.”


    and all the threads came undone, all the memories that his young mind had suppressed, but if archangel’s heart normally skipped with every event that came along and felt so deeply that it was capable of reopening scars from the simple reminder of the sky, it was something different now. his eyes were cold. no longer the crystal blue of summer horizons, but the waters of the bitter north, icicles, prisms. sharp. anger simmered, because now his mind was processing what had happened. mikoto just showed up at his clan, on his territory, and nearly burned the entire thing down—nevermind having tried to kill him. and he had the gall to blame him for what had happened? as if he was not the one who had started the fire? as if he were not the one that had damned their parents to a fiery death, screaming, terrible dance, red tongues lapping their existence into ashes.


    mikoto s.  

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    *:・゚✦ ✝ FROM THE GATES OF HEAVEN HE HAD FELL

    GUARDIAN OF THE SKY, ANGEL OF HELL *:・゚✦ ✝

    — archangel| blackheart rouges | domestic feline| attack in #FFF8DC| tags

  • A SOUL WHICH DESIRES A BATTLE —

    he follows archangel into the room, eyes doing a once over of it before landing right back onto the other feline. little flames still sparkled around him and his eyes hard, the only signs that he was still mad.


    at his brother's words he just let's out a soft tch sound and slides his eyes away, staring out the window. "you have wings, you're fast, and the flames weren't to me yet. you could've picked me up."

                   

    — AN INSANITY THAT CRAVES FOR RELEASE

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    mikoto suoh / blackheart rogues & kinship circle / blackguard & member - tags

  • ✧ // the heavens above and hell even higher


    why would I have?


    the thought came to his mind so suddenly that it startled archangel himself, the realization and the damning truth freezing him for a moment. his first instinct was to reject it, insist that of course he would have saved his brother if the flames had not been so high, if he had not been so scared, if the stars had aligned correctly he would have been a hero and swooped him out of the fire. but he tampered that down and pondered over the sentence some more. would he have saved mikoto if all the aforementioned conditions had been met? he found that he could not say for sure.


    he would sooner die than admit that and slaughter any remaining chance of peace between the two of them. and—wait. the flames weren’t to me yet? that was not how archangel remembered it. mikoto had been in the thick of the blaze, centimeters away from the fire, so close that it surely would have ignited any other cat’s fur, but he had been fine. he had been in a state of emotional turmoil and panic, but when it came to physical health, mikoto had remained perfectly unharmed.


    or perhaps he was remembering it wrong. it had been months since the event and so much had happened since then, perhaps time was messing with his memory and creating lies. but it made sense now. it had not made sense to archangel at the time of the tradegy as to why his brother was not being burned, but now, after the encounter at the border, everything slotted into place. the fire that burst alive around his body at the border, the small sparks that click in his eyes and around his fur. mikoto was a fire elemental and that scene must have been the discovering his powers.


    “I am sorry that I did not try harder,” he started, cautiously, testing the waters, “but I do not think now that you would have been harmed.” such words made no difference, he had not known that mikoto would not have been hurt at the time it happened and it was abandonment through and through. even if he shouldered all the blame for that day, it could not excuse future actions. especially that display at the border. mikoto had always been reckless and quick to anger, a sharp contrast against his peaceful personality that preferred to smooth situations and relationships over rather than open conflict.


    “it’s been long. you almost set my world on fire.” for the second time, he left out. “you always had a temper. I do not blame you for events of the past, but you will forgive me if I do not take so kindly to your actions today.” no point in throwing around blame. no point. the past is the past. still, it left a bitter tast in his mouth. no point. no point. he tried to hammer that thought into his mind. tossing blame like words would get them nowhere if they were to repair their relationship.


    “I missed them for a long time,” he continued, referring to their parents, but then fell silent. he had said a lot, but everything felt so bare, thin cloak of defense that fell to tatters around him. it felt like he was jumping all over the place and truly had nothing to say.


    //500 words oops

    *:・゚✦ ✝ FROM THE GATES OF HEAVEN HE HAD FELL

    GUARDIAN OF THE SKY, ANGEL OF HELL *:・゚✦ ✝

    — archangel| blackheart rouges | domestic feline| attack in #FFF8DC| tags

  • A SOUL WHICH DESIRES A BATTLE —

    he let the other talk, soaking in his words. archangel was older than him, so he could maybe remember more so than he could. now he could barely remember where they had lived, and what their parents were like. maybe it was his brain unconsciously hiding the memories away, but he secretly hated it. so that turned into hatred for his parents, and even more hatred for his brother. all he could remember from his childhood were flames, a few screams in the background, the sound of someone burning alive, and then the sight of his brother floating above him. archangel could've easily swooped down and saved him, but he didn't...chose not to. so the younger brother was left to burn in that fire to, but he didn't. he passed out, believing he had died, and then awoke to the world being ashes around him. he had been terrified.


    he had ran. he ran so far his legs hurt, and he started crying. his home was burned down, his parents dead, and his brother gone. he was all alone. so he became alone. he started to wander, to meet new people and learn new things. he started to get into fights a lot, his temper flaring up or him just being an asshole, and then one fight he got scared for his life. and then flames burst from him, burning the attacker to a crisp. he had screamed. he had screamed and cried and his whole body had shook. from then on, it didn't take long for him to learn what he had done. how he had been the cause of the fire, how he had been the one to kill him parents. he got cold and distant after that, no longer stopping to talk to strangers, to helping out an elder. he got snappier, and angrier. he resented his flame powers, but he would never really tell anyone that. and then one day he picked up smoking. he craved the way it burned his throat, the taste of it. he may be called a masochist, but he could enjoy the pain from them. but it was more a punishment for him than a joy. but then he got addicted to them, and the burn lessened til it didn't bother him much anymore. he had smoked so much he was used to so many in one day.


    and then he had heard rumor of a winged feline in the blackheart rogues. he never caught a name to the rumor, but the description was enough to make him head in that direction. and then one day when he was closer to their border, he heard the name in passing. archangel. he couldn't believe his ears at first so he went up to the other and asked about him. he was told his brother was the deputy of the group. just knowing that he was on track to his brother almost made him flame up right then and there. he didn't know why he was going towards his brother, but he did know the thought of him pissed him off. so he set off at a quicker pace than before, towards him. and then you know the rest.


    "i don't remember them" is all he says, pain dancing in his eyes for the first time in ages.


    // 555 words, ooops

                   

    — AN INSANITY THAT CRAVES FOR RELEASE

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    mikoto suoh / blackheart rogues & kinship circle / blackguard & member - tags

  • ✧ // the heavens above and hell even higher


    the words did not make sense to him for a moment, but then he spotted the hurt in his brother's eyes and the emphatic part of him took over. his mind had repressed the memory for so long, it was not hard to imagine the lengths of which it might go to protect the one who had started the fire. "there is only the future now." he took a step closer to mikoto and then another until he arrived at his brother's side, pausing every step of the way in case his brother decided to engulf him in flames.

    *:・゚✦ ✝ FROM THE GATES OF HEAVEN HE HAD FELL

    GUARDIAN OF THE SKY, ANGEL OF HELL *:・゚✦ ✝

    — archangel| blackheart rouges | domestic feline| attack in #FFF8DC| tags

  • A SOUL WHICH DESIRES A BATTLE —

    he eyes as archangel moves closer to him. apparently the other was probably going to give him a hug, or expect him to cry on his shoulder. but he stops him before he can, just moving a bit closer and placing a paw on his brother's shoulder. the only personal contact and emotional thing he'd do. he didn't do hugs or crying anymore.

                   

    — AN INSANITY THAT CRAVES FOR RELEASE

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    mikoto suoh / blackheart rogues & kinship circle / blackguard & member - tags