Icon of Coil: ...about that gift [kaj'sha]

August 02, 2002

...about that gift [kaj'sha]

[wyrmpit]

The door to the ritual room opens, spilling one naked silver-furred Crinos out. Bloodsplattered, is he: a rare sight, save for once a month, when G'louogh demanded her sacrifice. It was the one time he saw it important that he personally get his pure hands dirty. He keeps the Demon Goddess happy the best he can...she is, after all, very good to he and his.

If any glanced into the darkness over his shoulder, they would shudder involuntarily against the onslaught of confusion, of chaos inside, that seemed to devour all concept of time and space into one silent, howling, lashing, seeping primordial dance of destruction. The sacrificial limb is not visible at all -- click, the door shuts, and chaos is neatly excluded from the facade of neatness that Kaj'sha likes to insist upon.

(Excluded, but never forgotten.)

Fur melts back into smooth skin, then, as the blood-smeared youth wipes himself off with a snow-white towel.

he knew the day (he felt the pull) but waited, loathe to interrupt the important progress already within, he knows the fickle nature of the (their) goddess and would not want it to turn on him should he walk in at inopportune times (a limb ripped off one this week is far more than enough) and long body is folded to crouch against the wall, arm circling ribs (protecting what is still broken, a souvenir of Sian's affections) open shirt exposing the pink anger of newly formed scars

"I have a question for you, Kaj'sha....."

mismatched eyes studying the ground prone before his boots

"I want to know more about Bianca...."

The Philodox turns around, one golden eyebrow mildly upraised. It's another moment before he answers, as he wipes the blood as best he can from his body and tosses the soiled towel down on top of the body (...actually, it seems to still be alive, barely...) that had contributed the limb. Her blood back to her - Kaj'sha saw a certain satisfying symmetry to that.

Dressing, then, he finally answers Asher with a question. "Bianca?"

those eyes lift at the whisper of fabric across skin (to do so before would have been rude, he was not expected or invited) quietly studying the perfect youth

"The girl you gave me last night. You said to protect and care for her, I want to know why."

He will have Sickboy take the girl out later...do whatever he pleases with her, and then destroy her remains. The sort. He would--

The eyebrow rises another millimeter. "I do not recall this," he says, evenly. "Tell me what happened."

deep beneath his skin, bones ripple in hidden anger (heartbreak......) begging to let loose the frustration, though any outward expression towards Kaj'sha is carefully stashed away (or so he thinks) silken voice a rapid dance

"On the boardwalk, last night...... you acted so strangely when you found me...... promises made should I take care of the girl..... if I didn't know better, I'd think you got into my stash."

and he knows better, carefully weighting the reactions to the (surprisingly) short story

"I'd almost think it wasn't you......"

though how he had wished it was - knowing what he will never have, it only raised suspicions about what he did

Kaj'sha's strange black eyes hold Asher's evenly, staring deep into his skulls to the only thing he could see - the bone at the back of the eyesockets. Some time later, he lowers his gaze, brushes imaginary specks off his thumbnail, and looks back up.

"I do not recall this, either." A long, measured pause. "I should like to meet this girl, I think. Perhaps the Father is testing us. Or perhaps..."

A shrug, and Kaj'sha smiles. "Well. Nevermind. Bring the girl to me. Take care of her until then. Is there anything else?"

He doesn't ask how 'he' acted last night. Perhaps he doesn't want to know. Perhaps he already does.

uneven (unnatural) blue stares into the obsidian voids, matching the measured silence

"No."

the body uncoils from the wall (ready to strike, but at what) turning to leave without another word - for the first time does the Galliard turn away from his Alpha without being dismissed or sent - burying the hurt (rage) deeply

Kaj'sha watches his packmate go, eyes narrowed not in anger but in thought. In the end, he says nothing, and simply wanders off to find Sickboy.
Posted by asher at August 02, 2002 12:00 AM

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