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Oleander was my name. In fact, I was a being of many names. Oleander was merely one of them, one of the most poisonous plants. I was also named after mysterious phenomena in the night sky: Aurora and Comet. I was also Capricorn, a being of two minds and bodies, half goat, half sea-creature. I called myself ‘Heartbreaker’ and ‘Thief of Hearts’ for my cold-hearted nihility around others. I would never let myself get too close, too attached, for fear that I would only hurt them in the end. I was the type to only be present for someone who needed me, who called out to me in pain or sorrow. I would heal them, help them, and then continue along my way, running away if necessary. There was no purpose for me if I stayed after I felt I was no longer needed.
She called me. She needed my sword. She needed my arms. She needed my presence. Always faithful, always strong, I followed her beckon obediently. I destroyed Gray, clutched her heart within my steely grip and utterly ripped it apart. I couldn’t let Gray take her like that. Clo did not need such a thing. I came in with an aurora to draw her aside, with a comet to crush her wholly, with oleander to poison Gray’s mind, and with Capricorn to rend her heart.
I held Clo in my arms, whispering sweet gentle words to her. I bent my head, kneeling slightly to lay her down upon the soft grass. The moon was hidden by gray clouds, never piercing through the cover to shine through the bitterly-cold night sky. The grass was soft but chilly so I removed my obsidian hoodie and laid it over her, resting my blood-stained hand on her cheek. Like the grass, it was cold, chilling like a wraith’s caress. She winced at my touch and groaned slightly. Her hair brushed against my crimson-washed fingers.
I removed my hand from her cheek, resting it on my hoodie where the rearing eagle’s head lay above the words ‘Death before Dishonor’. I felt the thin grooves of her hand below mine, resting on her sternum. My eyes of swirling malachite, pyrite, and slate watched her in silence, washing over her ivory skin. My bronzed hand--glistening with a hue of polished jasper--clenched its talons, trailing one long nail over the welts where Gray had slapped Clo across the face. Slight scratches blossomed upon her alabaster skin, shining an angry crimson color.
My thin lips curled, bearing a single ivory canine that protruding over my lower lip. A faint snarl rumbled in my throat. I laid my hands down, one on the frosty grass and the other on my kneeling knee. I crouched by her side, guarding her like the clouds hovering over the moon above the two of us. The hillside was dim and empty, more so due to the flowering-but-skeletal plum tree arching its blossom-laden fingers in every direction like a lightning bolt.
“Clo…,” my voice was husky, rustling parchment in some ancient vault.
My curls, a dirty mix of copper and coal, brushed past my face, hanging limply despite the wind’s echoing cry that occasionally whispered by. My darkened orbs faced her, lifting only when she opened hers. Our eyes met. My down-turned lip twirled upward into a gentle smile.
“Oleander? Aurrie?” she whispered breathlessly.
To her, I was more than one person. I had always been so. I’d never changed.
Her gentle hand lifted and caressed my wintry cheek. “Where am I?” she questioned, the sleeve of my hoodie pushed aside slowly.
I looked up briefly and cradled a fallen plum blossom that was floating downward idly. I gazed at the white flower and then placed it reverently in her palm. “Under a plum tree,” I replied gently.
The wind picked up, howling balefully. The blossoms whipped around in a lariat formation, twisting and turning around my kneeling and her prostrate forms. The ashen-hued flowers came to rest around us, flying in all directions. My hair lifted for a brief moment, settling around the curves of my brazen face once more. I did not mind the chill. I was quite used to the temperature of my own heart.
“Oleander…,” Clo said, my name trickling from her lips. My head turned like a called dog’s. “Is Gray…?”
“Dead,” I finished icily, rotating myself away to capture another falling plum blossom. The blood pooling in my palm made a sunspot-like effect on the pallid skin of the flower once it nestled in my hand.
I turned and sat the crimson-tinged bloom by Clo’s side. She looked pained, her eyes darkening slightly. My hazel slits lifted anxiously.
“Did I steal her away too soon?” I inquired.
Clo shook her head. “No, Oleander. I simply did not think you truly meant what you said.”
“I keep all my promises.”
My eyes locked onto another flower, tracing scarlet along the tender flesh. Clo trembled, goosebumps flaring along the trail my fingertip created. The cherry trace made the contour of her neck darker. My fang tips bared somewhat, itching to nestle against that pulsing groove.
Clo sat up slowly, my covering hoodie dropping from her chest to land on her lap. My eyes watched my hoodie for a moment before gradually meeting hers. I leaned in slightly and ran my tongue down her jaw line. She shivered, gasping slightly. My cool, marble lips slid across her warm cheek, pressing kisses against her pale skin.
My right hand lifted and my body swiveled, positioning itself so that I straddled her. My knees crushed some flowers in the process, but I supposed that that was nothing new to me. I had plucked and devastated many in my path on which I traveled. Hearts and flowers seemed to be identical. Both were beautiful, fragile things. Both could open and close up. Both had seasons and conditions in which they prospered the most. Both could be crushed. Both could be pressed. Both could be cast aside.
Clo’s little arms wrapped around my neck, pressing against my shaggy hair. I fell forward, landing with my body tenting over hers. She lay under me, gasping breathlessly. Growls reverberated in my pharynx, my lips mere inches from hers.
The clouds fled the sky, letting the moon wash its frosty pools of light across the many hills. It got lost among the boughs of the plum tree, casting bony shadows across my specter-like form. It cast an eerie glow upon our skin, my olive-tanned, and her smooth-white.
Her head rested serenely on the grass beneath, arching back occasionally when my fang struck a chord in her. I felt each tremble, each breath that quaked under my lips. My tongue peeked out, running up the contour of her graceful neck and towards the curve of her ear; my teeth bared themselves and I nibbled on the cartilage, smiling at the gasps. I growled, whispering her name in my rasping, lupine voice. She whined at that, and I chuckled from my place atop her, my body cocooning hers.
I leaned in and kissed her softly, tilting my head as my nimble tongue explored hers. She moaned against me, whimpering slightly. I chuckled and withdrew my mouth from hers.
“You’re laughing at me,” Clo said.
“Am not.”
“You were.”
“Should I do it again?” My fangs poked out in my devilish grin.
She smiled a beautiful smile, enigmatic, heart-throbbing, the type to swoon over. I blushed, feeling warmth surge through me. My cheeks heated, and I lowered my head, nuzzling her. She smelled wonderful; it sang to me, enclosing me in warm scents. I shivered faintly, and licked her chin, my tongue trailing down her neck and between her collarbones. She mewled, bucking upward. I snarled against her skin in response, dilated kelly-and-coffee irises looking up at her.
I murmured something unintelligible. Clo moaned and trembled in response. My claws flexed, and I lifted them, resting my battle-calloused hands on her hips and stomach. I squeezed, delighting in hearing the squeals that always resulted when I tickled her like that.
“Oleander~!”
My name sliced through the night air. The scythe of death couldn’t have made a more chilling, whimpering cry.
My claws knitted in her shirt, lifting her against me so I could lay my hoodie under her so she wouldn’t freeze. Clo obligingly raised her arms as I hoisted the offending cloth and bra off of her. She shivered a bit and I held her, drawing my icy talons up and down her spine. She moaned, pressing slim breasts against my white and black T-shirt that bore a bloody handprint on the front. I lowered my mouth to her chilled rosy nipples, licking and nibbling the little nubs. She stifled a scream, knotting her fingers in my hair as she pressed her face against it.
My other hand idly played with her belt loops in her jeans, impatiently tugging at the denim. “Clo…,” I murmured. She groaned in my ear, trembling in my firm, frigid grip.
My fangs drifted across her peaks of flesh, scraping against the other nipple. She moaned and threw her head back, her fingers digging into me.
“Oleander…?” she mumbled.
“Mmm?”
“Your shirt…”
I nodded obediently and removed my shirt, tossing the objects into the shadow of the plum tree. The clouds had blotted out the moon again, sending the hillside into darkness once more. It felt surreal in this place, being in total darkness except for the white of the blossoms. The feeling of immortality surged through me.
Clo’s nails dug into my shoulders, raking across my back. My fangs arched back and bit her in retaliation. She screamed, back arching as she pressed up against me. My mouth was filled with the warmth of her skin and I became content in suckling the bruised flesh.
I suddenly unhooked her from me, releasing our embracing hold on each other. We both were breathing erratically. I could smell the desire wafting from her. I could feel the darkness sliding around me like a taint I could erase. The immortal impulses made me swoon.
I leaned back into a crouch, resting my body on the balls of my nimble feet. I pulled forward onto all fours, skirting around Clo like a lioness examining her prey. The moon lanced out once more, and I drew Clo against my naked torso, brushing my fangs against her neck. She whined a little bit, even more when my deft hands locked around her jeans and pulled them off erotically. My pinky finger delicately ran its tiny calloused tip down the most sensitive part of her thigh with the touch of a spirit. Clo cried my name, thrusting her head against my shoulder. I smiled, teeth depressing my lower lip.
I scooted her back so that she sat on my crossed legs. The chains on my black and scarlet Tripps were icy to the touch, like everything else on me, and she quaked at my contact, crossing her legs over mine. My hands ghosted over her legs, weaving in and out between her legs. They rested somewhat on her inner thighs, where femur met pelvis. Clo shivered, gasping as I squeezed the muscle between my fingers to a point where it could have been painful. Nerves were suddenly pressed against and then released, sending a nervous jump up the brain and back down to her hips, which reacted by bucking into my avian hands.
Our shadow cast a ghostly black shape upon the ground, odd and contorted. The wind blew again, more gently this time. Only a few blossoms fell from their sentry post.
My cold hands were gradually warming as they rose up to Clo’s heated mouth. The digits waded in the hot depths for a moment, wetting themselves against the female’s tongue. It curled and battled the two fingers, but the couple withdrew from the fight, leaving Clo to make a wanting mewling noise as they were removed.
I could tell she knew what I was going to do. Her body tensed up against mine, but I used my free hand to stroke her sides.
“Relax, Clo,” I whispered.
She shuddered but obeyed me, melting against my firm, cold skin. My fighting hand lowered itself and dwelled deep between her legs. The longer of the two idly stroked the cherry-colored flesh while the smaller simply rolled circles along her clit. Clo screamed, gasping frantically when I entered lazily. I smiled teasingly, enjoying the tiny taunts my body offered. These same hands had committed murder and yet now they were taunting and caressing a lover’s skin.
When I entered the other one, Clo’s body quivered, causing my smile to deepen to an almost-sadistic level. She was murmuring incoherently, occasionally screaming out at least one or more of my aliases. Not the Thief of Hearts, of course. That was only reserved for one larynx, and that one was slit open like a fish.
I was ill-prepared to make love to her physically but I paid no heed to such trivial matters such as toys and other nonsense. I excelled at mere sensual eroticism, the ability of love to become a near-aesthetic. I would make her senses overload with just my touch, my scent, my taste, my glances, and my lovely little murmurs in her ear as I nibbled the lobe from my place behind her. She shook, gasping fitfully. Her body spasmed against mine and my hand each time I brushed, stroked, slammed against a chord in here. She groaned my name, screamed it into the night sometimes. It merely echoed back as a simple cry of “Oleander”.
Overdrive came in the form of a loud moan and a slump in Clo’s body pulse as she sprawled against me. My snake-like hand exited her; I casually ran my fingers across my dexterous tongue, its length looping around the digits. Clo’s knees were propped up, her rear sitting in the diamond formation my legs created. She swallowed audibly, orgasm pooling in the frosty grass. She mewed and rested her mouth against my neck.
I chuckled again, and her gentle eyes opened, turning their luminous orbs onto me, my frame silhouetting against a moonlit sky.
“Oleander…”
“Hmmm…?”
“The ones with Gray. The others…?”
“Dead,” I confirmed curtly, my viridian eyes facing forward. The slits dilated to some extent, eyeing a fallen plum blossom that lay in a pool of blood around me.
Clo’s hand touched it as she laid it down to support herself. Her eyes widened as she held up her hand, made burgundy due to the near-lack of proper light. “Olean--?”
She turned around. She had never noticed the blood slowly coating her body from the crimson trickling down my torso. Pain gripped her eyes and she pushed up my shoulders with her hands.
“Oleander!” she cried.
I looked up at her, slitted-hazel eyes a bit foggy as they met hers. “Don’t worry…,” I whispered. “I’m immortal…” My irises rolled back, and my wraith-like frame fell back.
Oleander had been my name. In fact, I had been a being of many names. Oleander had been merely one of them, one of the most poisonous plants. I had also been named after mysterious phenomena in the night sky: Aurora and Comet. I had also been Capricorn, a being of two minds and bodies, half goat, and half sea-creature. I had called myself ‘Heartbreaker’ and ‘Thief of Hearts’ for my cold-hearted nihility around others. I had never let myself get too close, too attached, for fear that I would only hurt them in the end. I was the type to only be present for someone who needed me, who called out to me in pain or sorrow. I had healed them, helped them, and then continued along my way, running away if necessary. There had been no purpose for me if I had stayed after I felt I had been no longer needed.
She had called me. She had needed my sword. She had needed my arms. She had needed my presence. Always faithful, always strong, I had followed her beckon obediently. I had destroyed Gray, had clutched her heart within my steely grip and had utterly ripped it apart. I hadn’t let Gray take her like that. Clo did not need such a thing. I had come in with an aurora to draw her aside, with a comet to crush her wholly, with oleander to poison Gray’s mind, and with Capricorn to rend her heart.
I had come and now it was time for me to follow another path to steal another’s heart or to give it back.
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This is for ~Artheeria's Undead, Darkness, and Desire contest. I worked hard on it, but got a bit distracted. In the end, I finished it. Yay! I took great pleasure in writing this one. I tried focusing more on traits more so than the yuri porn [yes, Oleander is female].
I'm also letting =TheLesbianClub use this.
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Oleander is characterized by death, cold-heartedness, darkness, a constant taint. While this stigma is temporarily brushed away in her encounter with Clo, Oleander's icons can never really depart from her form. The things that represent Oleander is her resistance to commitment, the cold temperature, the clouds, the blood, the immortality, and the wind. Oleander's strengths rely on the psychological aspects of life more so than the physical.
Clo is characterized by life, warmth, brightness, morphine-like. Oleander is drawn to her like a parasite. With Oleander, Clo's worries and troubles are sucked away. When Clo's problems are no longer present, Oleander is no longer needed and she fades away.
Gray is characterized by hatred, possessiveness, a curse, a cacophony. She is the reason Oleander is drawn to Clo and the reason why Oleander is called the Thief of Hearts. She was murdered by Oleander mentally.
I'm also letting =TheLesbianClub use this.
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Oleander is characterized by death, cold-heartedness, darkness, a constant taint. While this stigma is temporarily brushed away in her encounter with Clo, Oleander's icons can never really depart from her form. The things that represent Oleander is her resistance to commitment, the cold temperature, the clouds, the blood, the immortality, and the wind. Oleander's strengths rely on the psychological aspects of life more so than the physical.
Clo is characterized by life, warmth, brightness, morphine-like. Oleander is drawn to her like a parasite. With Oleander, Clo's worries and troubles are sucked away. When Clo's problems are no longer present, Oleander is no longer needed and she fades away.
Gray is characterized by hatred, possessiveness, a curse, a cacophony. She is the reason Oleander is drawn to Clo and the reason why Oleander is called the Thief of Hearts. She was murdered by Oleander mentally.
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I may not be liked by everyone, but atleast I am true to myself. ^__^
I love your writing in this.
It fits well in the gothic genre - lots of adjectives and a totally visual landscape.
And, well, the girl on girl was great too.
I love it! Keep up the awesome work.
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Yuri rocks so much and you just don't see enough of it compared to Yaoi XP
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Hi there my names Birdie, and I'm an Ass Nin from the Hidden Village of Ketsunoana. May I take a picture of you Ass? Your Ass will save my village from destruction *nodds*
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Kind sir, on behalf of the internets, I must kindly tell you to give me yaoi or GTFO and take your FAIL with you.
Thanks a lot
:] I've been trying to become more descriptive in my writing so yay
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Kind sir, on behalf of the internets, I must kindly tell you to give me yaoi or GTFO and take your FAIL with you.
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Kind sir, on behalf of the internets, I must kindly tell you to give me yaoi or GTFO and take your FAIL with you.
The level of detail was just right to keep things moving along nicely. =3
I'm going to have to try to match this now, that's going to be a lot of work. XP
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Nonsense. You can't top the lord of porn
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And yeah I can't top you, so I'm hoping for a bottoming or a somewhere near bying. Sure I can manage one of those.
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