ShadowPixie's blog: "Beginning..."

She watches as she always does, dark eyes looking out of the shadows. So close if they all ever really knew... regardless, this moment is different. A smile twitches the corner of her lips as he takes the first few steps beginning the journey. Seeing he has chosen to brave it, at least, start it. So easily she could end it, walk through, com closer, make it all moat. But that is not how it works to make it last. They both have to go through this journey, as much as she hates the rules. To have him go through it, for her to have to watch it. The agony along with the joys... Her thoughts go unchecked for a split second to long as she hears that tormenting deep voice caress along her back. Making her close her eyes as hand clutches at her chest as her breathing catches almost cursing at the effect he still has on her. Quickly she closes her thoughts to all, her breath slow to return as that cruel laugh accompany those words.
"Another champion trying his hand for you, girl?" The laugh flowing over his lips like acid, when he all but spats out the word champion. Sweet venom as he calls her girl once more, but still how the words do sting coming from a wronged previous champion. That has yet to release the gift she gave him, using it against her to his wicked benefit.
He doesn't make a move as he watches her as he has since laying eyes on her. Marking the image and vowing to make her his. He will not settle for anything less, ever. He will always go for, conquer, and get what he wants. Make it his even if he discards it later, still he will be able to say he possessed it. She will learn he always gets what he wants... granted she was his... for the briefest of moments. The few moments were just... NOT ... enough. After all that time, finally she had landed in his hands. Those fingers so close to wrapping around her, taking his prize... she was gone. It was not enough...
She opens her eyes once more looking out from the shadows. The images changing, flickering along with her thoughts trying not to concentrate on the current, or the past, champion. Feeling his eyes burrowing into her back making her have to swallow her pulse. Fighting every desire to squirm, to move as she knows any twitch will just make him laugh that much more as his eyes miss nothing when it comes to her. Her resolve fighting her instinct, her instinct attacking her sensibility. How one man with just a laugh, a presence that just his eyes on her causes her so much turmoil. The quick changing images makes her stagger, a hand rising to the side to keep her from falling through the shadow. Head lowers as she draws a breath through clenched teeth, fighting for control.
The smile on that strong face looking so sinister to make anyone spying it shiver. But the look in those eyes, ever watchful of her every move, that look could make any doubt or fear just melt away. Knowing her like his own hand that he would spite himself rather than cut completely off. The bittersweet taste of her own torment! Not having to do to much to make her pay for wronging him, for leaving him so soon, TO soon before he had his fill of her. Such a mix watching it all, but in the end, his eyes show that soft glimmer of worry almost as much agony as she continues to cause herself pain for what she did to him. Though even with that he can't stop himself from pushing her more.
"You know he'll fail like the rest before, and after me. No other will be able to complete this journey," watching her body sage more he moves with one quick step before catching himself. Reminding himself of needing to break her before giving her more. She must crumble, he take another step, must be humbled, another step closer, and if needed SHATTER completely for him.

"how do you know? He may not... someone... someday... might." Her hand remains almost clutching at the wall still solid not consumed in shadow clutching to this reality at all cost... no matter how sweet the escape, even momentarily, would be...

Her body turns as it falls through, with a lift of her hands she makes the images shudder then fall away. Swallowing her as they do. Her face the last thing he sees as he rushes to grab her was a contorted, yet serene mask. Eyes shut...but maybe just maybe he too was her last vision before the abyss she goes through claims her.
"Curse you girl" He closes his eyes trying to see the image she just fell into! To open, to follow, to watch...something, anything but to just sit and wait. Thinking, dreaming, remembering! he bangs on the wall of hard shadows. Having reclaimed what is theirs, they close up to any others. A mock of his dark, solid emotions.
BANG, he hits again against them before he touches them and the wall. Much like he would the girl they hold deep within. He caresses them coaxing a memory out as much from want, as much as need to see it, relive it. Trailing the fingers along the smoothness, cheek close tot he edge as he watches the hardened shadows whispering,"Yes, give her to me. If not her body then this day will do for now, this moment from the past that will be once again. Do what she refuses to do? Give in to me!"
The shadows swim under the hardness the more he talks. Until with a tap of a nail he is able to slip fingers through as the shadows soften to the cooing. As he speaks the last while watching more of the memories. Violently they swirl as they realize they allowed him to call upon them through her emotions. But he is already through holding them open, feeding himself into them as he has so many times into her. His eyes closed as he thinks of all those times he took her, by force, by will, or just held her. Fingers curling as his mind settles on the moment he wishes to re-live not just see!