50 Sentences [Lucif x Rath]
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shiromiraiYay~! So, the first one done for (1sentence) community on livejournal. This one is an original and really testing the waters. Hopefully we'll progress to the actual story, sooner or later. >.> Any comments, critiques, questions are more than welcome.
Excerpt:
#33 - Stupidity
Lucif wasn't too upset that she didn't get along with the new kid at all nor was she too frustrated at his 'holier-than-thou' attitude nor too frothing when he didn't even gloat when he's right - she liked to think that whatever her personal problems were, they didn't touch her work - but this ogling his bits thing she was doing...this had got to stop.
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Excerpt:
#33 - Stupidity
Lucif wasn't too upset that she didn't get along with the new kid at all nor was she too frustrated at his 'holier-than-thou' attitude nor too frothing when he didn't even gloat when he's right - she liked to think that whatever her personal problems were, they didn't touch her work - but this ogling his bits thing she was doing...this had got to stop.
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Doria Lucif Macara x Rath Sorrows
#12 - Blessing
They thrust him upon her under the guise of a reward but really as a punishment, the Navy’s golden boy who decided to go a little bat shit insane on his last mission and now he (and the cover-up and clean-up and his issues) were under her command…right.
#06 - Whimsy
Lucif started to accumulate scars - they all did, those that lived - a crescent moon in her shoulder (knife), sharp gashes healed roughly (shards), a rose above her bellybutton (torch); she ran her fingers over each every morning, alternating between memorizing the feel of twisted skin and wishing she could go back to sleep.
#32 - Sorrow
Most people measure the worth of their lives with the number of love affairs, the number of moments that take their breath away; the Sorrows clan measure the worth of their lives with the number of grievances, and heartbreaks because it meant that they were strong enough to endure all the crap through their lives and still keep on going with their head held up high.
#48 - Virtuous
When Lucif looked at the slope of Rath's shoulders, broader than hers by a good four inches and yet still somehow managed to look as brittle as glass, she sometimes wondered when he would realize that the world's problems were not his responsibility.
#24- Quarrel
He came into her office the first day, flashing his aw-shucks smile that apparently sent women swooning because he looked surprised when she didn't, eyes lazy but with a hint of danger, as if daring her (to do what she didn’t know but she knew she would like it in ways she really shouldn’t) and Kathy, her normally so decorum-obsessed secretary, slammed the door on his foot.
#47 - Valiant
He had never viewed himself as a knight in shining armor or the prince with the white horse and even less so when his father would come back to the house in a drunken rage and he would see his sister the next morning with fresh bruises.
#28 - Jousting
The real reason why Lucif took an interest in Rath in the first place was because of a spar they had had; she had offered an invitation and he had taken one sweeping look over her and grinned.
#23 - Question
"I'm only asking this because it would look bad for you if I beat you on my first day here, but you're going to fight me, and win?"
#49 - Victory
She had raised her eyebrows, taunting, derisive, and as he brought his sword up for the salute that signaled the start of a duel, she threw a brick at his head.
#25 - Quitting
When he woke up four hours later, he cornered her at her office and challenged her to another duel.
#09 - War
It took her hours the next day to explain to the masonry guild why a cartload of freshly-made bricks had been commandeered and returned in bits and pieces; somehow, she had a feeling that 'Rath has a hard head and bad dodging skills' just wouldn't cut it.
#04 - Wonder
He wasn’t surprised when she disappeared off the battlefield nor when the ransom note was delivered the next morning nor when the rest of the troops took up the issue with him, accusations flying as if it was his fault she had left him to protect the vanguard and rode into the main fray with nary a care and got herself kidnapped.
#22- Quirks
Rath despised weak commanders for weak leaders meant dead troops and he hated weak-minded idiots who didn’t consider the repercussions of their actions and he disliked women as a matter of principal; they died so easily.
#33 - Stupidity
Lucif wasn't too upset that she didn't get along with the new kid at all nor was she too frustrated at his 'holier-than-thou' attitude nor too frothing when he didn't even gloat when he's right - she liked to think that whatever her personal problems were, they didn't touch her work - but this ogling his bits thing she was doing...this had got to stop.
#36 - Sordid
He never viewed himself as a martyr either, despite his decision to offer himself in an attempt to protect his siblings; he was the best at surviving and he was the (most feminine, deceivingly delicate, the one that looked most like Krishna Sorrows, the only woman that dared leave) the one his father most enjoyed hurting.
#31 - Smirk
None of them expected him to go - his fights with Lucif were things of legend such that not even really good coffee could appease her after one of those meetings- which was the reason why he went.
#20 - Bane
Years later, he liked to think he would have gone regardless, but that morning, all he could think of was how he disliked women and how they always needed saving.
#01-Walking
He was almost at the appointed meeting point when a cacophony of bird shrieks broke against the clear crispy morning air and the earth gave a small shudder and a column of thick turbulent black smoke veiled a rose-colored dawn.
#07 - Wasteland
By the time Rath got there, all that’s left were burnt debris, corpses and a tattered Lucif wandering around the nearby town with a dead man’s purse, trying to find a shop that sold decent coffee.
#17- Belief
Rath wasn’t sure, but he felt that might have been when he fell in love.
#26 - Jump
Lucif wasn't sure how things came to such end- it all started so innocuous really- but as she looked down at the angry natives, the flattened buildings and Rath desperately trying to control their aircraft, the sad remains of what was suppose to be their honeymoon strewn about willy-nilly, Lucif didn't hesitate when he held out a hand to her (an invitation, a promise, an adventure).
#50 - Defeat
To Rath, Lucif Macara was a reflection of everything he hated, a living representation of all his dreams that had rotted like so many over-ripe fruit that will never bear seed, a breathing symbol of all the innocence torn out and sacrificed upon the altar of duty and loyalty and honor, a silent judge of all the times he was not (strong, brave, good) enough for the people he had vowed to protect.
#29 - Jewel
To Rath, Lucif Macara was his everything, his crowning jewel, his mother-of-pearl inlay, because she was the reminder of why he chose to stay on this path regardless - she brought out the beauty in what he did (and she chose to share it with him).
#15 - Breathing
When Rath emerged from the depths of the ocean with his hair and clothes plastered to him like a second skin, sun illuminating him from behind with a smirk-almost-smile he only gave to her, Lucif had to remind herself how to breath.
#18 - Balloon
Hot air balloons always held a special place in Rath's memories - to him, it was like standing on top of the world, up in a place where the only sound was the soft whistling of the wind and the people (and troubles) were barely discernable - but the one memory he ever treasured was the first time he took Lucif on one by force and the way she had clung to him, shrieking death threats in his ear if he didn't bring them back in one piece (the tight press of bodies, her warmth seeping through, her hair smelling of blood and rosemary) and how he couldn't stop smiling.
#02 - Waltz
It was a running joke within the Court that Lady Macara did not (can not) dance, and yet all eyes in the ballroom were on Lucif as she descended down the stairs and as Rath led her unto the dance floor - Lucif just prayed to any available deity that no one will notice if she stepped on Rath's foot.
#39 - Share
Rath knew very well that Lucif hated secrets - his above all else for despite all her digging, she could never find any personal history - but Rath's a selfish bastard and he didn't want her to know (to be tainted, to pity, or, Goddess help them all, to be diplomatic) and so he would distract her (searing lips, burning touches, anonymity in the darkness of the night).
#45 - Natural
After years of fighting back-to-back, surviving together, it was only natural that at some point their lips would find each other's one night after a bloody skirmish and that their kisses would lead to desperate touches of something real and so on to the point that all that they leave behind in the morning were rumpled bedsheets and a broken bedframe with a note of apology to the hotel management.
#27 - Jester
It's all fun and games as a troupe of dancing clowns bounced their way into the Court Room, until a particularly voluptuous and bold harlequin decided to wrap her arms around Rath from behind without warning.
#16 - Breaking
The whole of the Court fell into silence and Lucif wasn't sure if what she heard was the sound of the harlequin crashing against the marble tiles or the sound of Rath's sanity shattering into a million different pieces.
#30 - Just
When Lucif saw the clown fly by as if on broken puppet strings, when she saw Rath's face, she knew that to him, it wasn't the clown that came up from behind, it wasn't a playful hug - that this wasn't the trained response of a soldier too used to the battlefield to adjust to normalcy but rather the actions of a child, scared, angry, vengeful, and she wondered who exactly he was seeing as he carried out his justice.
#38 - Sojourn
Rath had promised himself that when Rien was finally crowned and Mirai found her place in the Court, he would leave - that he will do his duty, what he owned to these bratlings he helped brought up and all this was just temporary; in present times, he was beginning to find it difficult to remember his promise.
#43 - Nuance
Lucif wasn't sure how she felt about the way Rath's name had become a common cuss word, to be spat out in seedy bars and among casual friends, but she knew the first time that someone told her she was a Rath-bastard that she was almost insulted - she thought she had done a fine job been bastardly all on her own.
#41 - Nowhere
Rath thought one of the reasons why he had such trouble leaving might be that after ten, fifteen years, everyone else moved on and he just didn't have anywhere to go.
#41 - Near
Lucif knew Rath was in denial, but then the poor bastard liked to act like he was allergic to emotions.
#03 - Wishes
When night came, sometimes - not often - Rath forced himself to leave the warmth of Lucif's arms and ventured beyond the doors of his windows to gaze out at the mountains and the stars above and dared to dream of redemption.
#37 - Soliloquy
Sorrows was the only clan that Rath ever knew but the day he watched the Queen (his Queen) being inaugurated with Lucif by his side, he began to wonder if maybe he shouldn't start measuring his worth with something else.
#14 - Burning
In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to let Lucif and Rath hold the fireworks.
#35 - Sarcasm
The Queen always maintained that she wasn't too upset over the whole affair - after all, she said, this way she had a story to regale her guests with when they inquired over how she felt the day she took the throne.
#42 - Neutral
When Rath was young, he had made it a point to take no one's side but his own and to watch out for his own neck above all else, but lately he'd found himself breaking bones and actually honest-to-goodness insulted on behalf of Rien or Mirai over barroom comments he overhead, and he wondered just what the hell happened.
#46 Horizon
It was years and years later, when the wars have ended and domestic policies no longer required each region to build war shelters and children were no longer being taught how to defend themselves with swords twice their size, that Lucif looked back at all that she had done and forward at all that needed to be done and then looked beside her at the one constant in her life and realized, somewhere along the line, that she had fallen in love.
#12 - Blessing
They thrust him upon her under the guise of a reward but really as a punishment, the Navy’s golden boy who decided to go a little bat shit insane on his last mission and now he (and the cover-up and clean-up and his issues) were under her command…right.
#06 - Whimsy
Lucif started to accumulate scars - they all did, those that lived - a crescent moon in her shoulder (knife), sharp gashes healed roughly (shards), a rose above her bellybutton (torch); she ran her fingers over each every morning, alternating between memorizing the feel of twisted skin and wishing she could go back to sleep.
#32 - Sorrow
Most people measure the worth of their lives with the number of love affairs, the number of moments that take their breath away; the Sorrows clan measure the worth of their lives with the number of grievances, and heartbreaks because it meant that they were strong enough to endure all the crap through their lives and still keep on going with their head held up high.
#48 - Virtuous
When Lucif looked at the slope of Rath's shoulders, broader than hers by a good four inches and yet still somehow managed to look as brittle as glass, she sometimes wondered when he would realize that the world's problems were not his responsibility.
#24- Quarrel
He came into her office the first day, flashing his aw-shucks smile that apparently sent women swooning because he looked surprised when she didn't, eyes lazy but with a hint of danger, as if daring her (to do what she didn’t know but she knew she would like it in ways she really shouldn’t) and Kathy, her normally so decorum-obsessed secretary, slammed the door on his foot.
#47 - Valiant
He had never viewed himself as a knight in shining armor or the prince with the white horse and even less so when his father would come back to the house in a drunken rage and he would see his sister the next morning with fresh bruises.
#28 - Jousting
The real reason why Lucif took an interest in Rath in the first place was because of a spar they had had; she had offered an invitation and he had taken one sweeping look over her and grinned.
#23 - Question
"I'm only asking this because it would look bad for you if I beat you on my first day here, but you're going to fight me, and win?"
#49 - Victory
She had raised her eyebrows, taunting, derisive, and as he brought his sword up for the salute that signaled the start of a duel, she threw a brick at his head.
#25 - Quitting
When he woke up four hours later, he cornered her at her office and challenged her to another duel.
#09 - War
It took her hours the next day to explain to the masonry guild why a cartload of freshly-made bricks had been commandeered and returned in bits and pieces; somehow, she had a feeling that 'Rath has a hard head and bad dodging skills' just wouldn't cut it.
#04 - Wonder
He wasn’t surprised when she disappeared off the battlefield nor when the ransom note was delivered the next morning nor when the rest of the troops took up the issue with him, accusations flying as if it was his fault she had left him to protect the vanguard and rode into the main fray with nary a care and got herself kidnapped.
#22- Quirks
Rath despised weak commanders for weak leaders meant dead troops and he hated weak-minded idiots who didn’t consider the repercussions of their actions and he disliked women as a matter of principal; they died so easily.
#33 - Stupidity
Lucif wasn't too upset that she didn't get along with the new kid at all nor was she too frustrated at his 'holier-than-thou' attitude nor too frothing when he didn't even gloat when he's right - she liked to think that whatever her personal problems were, they didn't touch her work - but this ogling his bits thing she was doing...this had got to stop.
#36 - Sordid
He never viewed himself as a martyr either, despite his decision to offer himself in an attempt to protect his siblings; he was the best at surviving and he was the (most feminine, deceivingly delicate, the one that looked most like Krishna Sorrows, the only woman that dared leave) the one his father most enjoyed hurting.
#31 - Smirk
None of them expected him to go - his fights with Lucif were things of legend such that not even really good coffee could appease her after one of those meetings- which was the reason why he went.
#20 - Bane
Years later, he liked to think he would have gone regardless, but that morning, all he could think of was how he disliked women and how they always needed saving.
#01-Walking
He was almost at the appointed meeting point when a cacophony of bird shrieks broke against the clear crispy morning air and the earth gave a small shudder and a column of thick turbulent black smoke veiled a rose-colored dawn.
#07 - Wasteland
By the time Rath got there, all that’s left were burnt debris, corpses and a tattered Lucif wandering around the nearby town with a dead man’s purse, trying to find a shop that sold decent coffee.
#17- Belief
Rath wasn’t sure, but he felt that might have been when he fell in love.
#26 - Jump
Lucif wasn't sure how things came to such end- it all started so innocuous really- but as she looked down at the angry natives, the flattened buildings and Rath desperately trying to control their aircraft, the sad remains of what was suppose to be their honeymoon strewn about willy-nilly, Lucif didn't hesitate when he held out a hand to her (an invitation, a promise, an adventure).
#50 - Defeat
To Rath, Lucif Macara was a reflection of everything he hated, a living representation of all his dreams that had rotted like so many over-ripe fruit that will never bear seed, a breathing symbol of all the innocence torn out and sacrificed upon the altar of duty and loyalty and honor, a silent judge of all the times he was not (strong, brave, good) enough for the people he had vowed to protect.
#29 - Jewel
To Rath, Lucif Macara was his everything, his crowning jewel, his mother-of-pearl inlay, because she was the reminder of why he chose to stay on this path regardless - she brought out the beauty in what he did (and she chose to share it with him).
#15 - Breathing
When Rath emerged from the depths of the ocean with his hair and clothes plastered to him like a second skin, sun illuminating him from behind with a smirk-almost-smile he only gave to her, Lucif had to remind herself how to breath.
#18 - Balloon
Hot air balloons always held a special place in Rath's memories - to him, it was like standing on top of the world, up in a place where the only sound was the soft whistling of the wind and the people (and troubles) were barely discernable - but the one memory he ever treasured was the first time he took Lucif on one by force and the way she had clung to him, shrieking death threats in his ear if he didn't bring them back in one piece (the tight press of bodies, her warmth seeping through, her hair smelling of blood and rosemary) and how he couldn't stop smiling.
#02 - Waltz
It was a running joke within the Court that Lady Macara did not (can not) dance, and yet all eyes in the ballroom were on Lucif as she descended down the stairs and as Rath led her unto the dance floor - Lucif just prayed to any available deity that no one will notice if she stepped on Rath's foot.
#39 - Share
Rath knew very well that Lucif hated secrets - his above all else for despite all her digging, she could never find any personal history - but Rath's a selfish bastard and he didn't want her to know (to be tainted, to pity, or, Goddess help them all, to be diplomatic) and so he would distract her (searing lips, burning touches, anonymity in the darkness of the night).
#45 - Natural
After years of fighting back-to-back, surviving together, it was only natural that at some point their lips would find each other's one night after a bloody skirmish and that their kisses would lead to desperate touches of something real and so on to the point that all that they leave behind in the morning were rumpled bedsheets and a broken bedframe with a note of apology to the hotel management.
#27 - Jester
It's all fun and games as a troupe of dancing clowns bounced their way into the Court Room, until a particularly voluptuous and bold harlequin decided to wrap her arms around Rath from behind without warning.
#16 - Breaking
The whole of the Court fell into silence and Lucif wasn't sure if what she heard was the sound of the harlequin crashing against the marble tiles or the sound of Rath's sanity shattering into a million different pieces.
#30 - Just
When Lucif saw the clown fly by as if on broken puppet strings, when she saw Rath's face, she knew that to him, it wasn't the clown that came up from behind, it wasn't a playful hug - that this wasn't the trained response of a soldier too used to the battlefield to adjust to normalcy but rather the actions of a child, scared, angry, vengeful, and she wondered who exactly he was seeing as he carried out his justice.
#40 - Solitary
It flashed by in a second, maybe less; Rath took one look at his handiwork and turned on his heels and ran, shutting himself up in his rooms and even Lucif, demanding, worrying, (begging), could not bring him out.
#08 - Whiskey and Rum
Having destroyed his accumulated stash of alcohol gifts in a rage just moments prior, Rath stood in a pool of liquor, despairingly wondering if he'll ever be able to escape his father's legacy, a familiar stench of cheap whiskey and rum filling his nostrils.
#21 - Quiet
There's a shattered stillness amidst the broken bottles and Rath stowed himself away in a corner of his room, praying that the silence will swallow him whole.
11- Birthday
A week of solitude went by and Rath woke up with the realization that he was another year older(but he felt as old as the earth, buckling underneath the weight of the past).
#34 - Serenade
He was just about to turn in for the night when loud off-key warbling accompanied by a screeching violin and cello froze in his tracks, and Rath could barely discern the melody of "Happy Birthday", played three octaves too sharp.
#19 - Balcony
When she realized he had heard her and came outside, Lucif vaulted over the balcony, all curves and parabolas and grace, and grabs Rath by the shoulders, shutting him up the only way she knew how, before he can say anything and ruin her moment of utter relief.
#05 - Worry
When Rath took a stunned step back, lips fuller (her teeth marks still evident), face flushed, Lucif seized her chance and socked him, her punch accompanied with a furious, "Do you have any idea how worried I was, you stupid ASS?!"
#13 - Bias
Rath didn't know if it was only him or the fruits of his upbringing or because it was just so simply Lucif, but as he fell, pulling her down with him in a flurry of silk and hair, and laughter on his part while Lucif muttered uncomplimentary things about his physique and ancestry, in that moment, all was right with the world once more.
#10 - Weddings
#38 - Sojourn
Rath had promised himself that when Rien was finally crowned and Mirai found her place in the Court, he would leave - that he will do his duty, what he owned to these bratlings he helped brought up and all this was just temporary; in present times, he was beginning to find it difficult to remember his promise.
#43 - Nuance
Lucif wasn't sure how she felt about the way Rath's name had become a common cuss word, to be spat out in seedy bars and among casual friends, but she knew the first time that someone told her she was a Rath-bastard that she was almost insulted - she thought she had done a fine job been bastardly all on her own.
#41 - Nowhere
Rath thought one of the reasons why he had such trouble leaving might be that after ten, fifteen years, everyone else moved on and he just didn't have anywhere to go.
#41 - Near
Lucif knew Rath was in denial, but then the poor bastard liked to act like he was allergic to emotions.
#03 - Wishes
When night came, sometimes - not often - Rath forced himself to leave the warmth of Lucif's arms and ventured beyond the doors of his windows to gaze out at the mountains and the stars above and dared to dream of redemption.
#37 - Soliloquy
Sorrows was the only clan that Rath ever knew but the day he watched the Queen (his Queen) being inaugurated with Lucif by his side, he began to wonder if maybe he shouldn't start measuring his worth with something else.
#14 - Burning
In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to let Lucif and Rath hold the fireworks.
#35 - Sarcasm
The Queen always maintained that she wasn't too upset over the whole affair - after all, she said, this way she had a story to regale her guests with when they inquired over how she felt the day she took the throne.
#42 - Neutral
When Rath was young, he had made it a point to take no one's side but his own and to watch out for his own neck above all else, but lately he'd found himself breaking bones and actually honest-to-goodness insulted on behalf of Rien or Mirai over barroom comments he overhead, and he wondered just what the hell happened.
#46 Horizon
It was years and years later, when the wars have ended and domestic policies no longer required each region to build war shelters and children were no longer being taught how to defend themselves with swords twice their size, that Lucif looked back at all that she had done and forward at all that needed to be done and then looked beside her at the one constant in her life and realized, somewhere along the line, that she had fallen in love.