Post by Koolchat on Jan 9, 2009 18:34:49 GMT -5
(( A Ronwe x Maggie story, back before all his friends (not Kiyo, lol, but all of us). It's using the lyrics from "Signs" by Bloc Party. ))
Ronwe watched the chocolate-eyed woman with interest as she cocked her gun, Esmeralda, at the two birds in the tree. They sat, staring at each other, hardly knowing the predator that sat in wait.
"Shouldn't you, ya know, have a little respect for nature, Mags?" He asked, crouching in the grass. An amused smirk crossed his face.
"Yes, of course." She replied, her voice oil-slicked and filled with sarcasm (as usual). A faint Spanish accent gave her an elegant sound. "I do respect them... As my targets." With a flick of the wrist, and expert aim, she aimed it at his forehead. With a wink, she added, "Of course, I respect you too."
Throwing his hands up in a playful gesture, Ronwe gave a grin.
"Do I really want this respect?" He raised his eyebrows. "I think your companionship is enough for my lonely heart."
Maggie laughed and gently placed the P228 Sig Sauer into it's canvas bag. The wind tugged at her long, braided hair, Ronwe noted with a swelling heart. She looked up, noticing his gooey stare.
"Enjoying the view?" She asked, sauntering up to the tall demon. Being simply 5'5, she only stood around the middle of his chest, however her eyes blazed a trail into his.
"Of course, mi amor." He leaned down for the kiss.
"Happy Birthday, Mags." A beautiful diamond necklace shone in the tiny black case, twinkling. It was crafted into a teardrop and fastened with a sturdy, silver chain. The little box was dwarfed by Ronwe's giant hands, but it still dazzled in the snow.
"Oh mi dios! Ronwe! Te amo!" In the excitement, she had spoken in Spanish, as what usually happened. However, the demon had done his studying. She threw herself at the muscular demon, landing in his chest with a thud. He chuckled and fastened the tear necklace around her neck. It contrasted against her tan skin with an odd, yet elegant beauty.
"Love you too." He wrapped the skinny woman in muscular arms and buried his face into her hair, inhaling her scent deeply.
As the springs of the mattress creaked, Ronwe felt a shivering next to him.
"Maggie...?" He called, reaching out to the woman. He pulled her to his chest and frowned. She was shaking violently, and her skin had paled. "Mags! Mags! What's wrong!" His voice shook in a slight whisper. He had never seen his love so weak, so...vulnerable in the whole time he had known her.
"It's.... nothing." She mumbled, turning over and burying her face into his pale torso. Ronwe sighed, and began to run his hair soothingly through her long, black hair. Warm tears ran down his chest.
"Magdalena." He rarely used her full name; a tone of harshness took over his voice, but in a caring tone. "Something has to be wrong... Speak to me." Muscular arms pulled her closer, so close it seemed he was trying to absorb her. "I love you..." Sniffles sounded as the shaking woman let out two hard words.
"The war."
As the first explosions sounded, the sky was a clear blue, deep and bottomless as the ocean.
"Maggie!" Ronwe cried, hurtling himself towards her as fire struck the city. He sheltered her with his whole body, determined to keep her safe no matter what.
"Déjeme ir! Ronwe! I'm fine!" The tanned woman slipped out of his arms, a regretful smile on her face. Suddenly, however, it changed to a look of horror. "Alejo and Nina! Ronwe!" Her wide eyes became even wider. She turned to ran, stopping once to turn to Ronwe with tears in her eyes. "Go get Kiyo! And... I love you!" She began to sob, and ran, Esmeralda clinking in her bag. Ronwe ran after her, calling, reaching, but the Spanish woman was out of his sight soon. Praying for her safety, he turned, a single tear running down his face.
"I...love you too, Maggie." He whispered, looking up to a cawing raven. It was alone, crying its sadness. Another explosion went off and Ronwe ran.
"Maggie!" The startled demon shot up in bed, his black hair tousled and red eyes leaking tears.
"Ronweeee." A tired moan came from the white-haired lump next to him. "It's only 1 o'clock in the afternoon... I wanna stay asleep." A deep sigh parted the demon's lips as he wiped away the tears.
"Alright, Kiyo..." He mumbled, laying back down. Maggie....Can I only dream of you now?
"Ronwe!" A withered cry broke the air. Kiyo was the first to turn, and he gave a startled shriek.
"M-m-Maggie!" He began to flail wildly, gasping. Ronwe stood in place, not turning. His face was cloaked in darkness. Maggie did, indeed stand not to far from him, but she had withered. Thirty years of war and separation had changed her, physically and mentally. No longer the carefree youth, years of fighting had sobered her playful streak, which had been thin due to years of assassination. "Laugh lines", though surely they were created from frowns, creased her whole face. She was a bitter old woman, but he, Ronwe, had not changed at all. Kiyo was still in between them, exchanging glances with Maggie and the back of the demon's head.
"Ronwe...." She whispered, advancing towards the tall man. He did not move, perhaps out of spite, or some other emotion. "Ronwe..." As hard tears ran down her face, she hugged him from behind and sobbed into his back. He turned in her grip, his hands shivering as he pulled the old woman to his chest. The whole man shivered as Maggie groped as his back, crying. In Ronwe, something snapped and he, too, began to sob.
"Maggie....Oh god, Maggie, I thought you were dead!" They locked like that for quite a while, and Ronwe was determined to never let her go.
It was so like you to visit me
You always worried about someone else
"Ronwe! Ronwe! Alejo and Nina! They're... they're in the city!" Screams pierced the air, belonging to the slaughtering that was happening in the town. His eyes wide, Ronwe grasped the woman's frail wrist with strength enough to bruise.
"No! Maggie, I'm never letting you go!" His stomach heaved, as his heart tore out the organs left in him. "Never!" Esmeralda was in sight before he knew it. Maggie shook in his grasp, pain crossing her face.
"Ronwe! Ese me lastima!" She cried. Shocked, the man let her go, his mouth agape at the purple wrist of his lover.
"Maggie... I..." His face eyes shone, open doors to his heart. "I just don't want to lose you again!" Wincing as an explosion went off, and to hold back her tears, the old woman took a gleam in her eyes that was unexpected; the glitter of youth.
"You won't, Ronwe." She promised, standing on her tiptoes. Grasping the demon's face gently between her hands and pulled him down to her height, meeting his lips to hers.
And so they kissed, and a shudder passed through Ronwe.
He tasted death.
Kiyo had trouble getting the distraught demon to calm down.
"Mags! Mags! Magdalena! Maggie! Talk to me!" He had kept screaming, while clawing at the closed casket of his love. Her death was too horrific to keep it open; and if he truly saw her body, Kiyo feared, he may lose his mind.
"Ronwe!" Kiyo cried, his thin frame barely managing to keep the demon away from the coffin, much less get him out of the room. "Stop it! You're just making it harder!" He got no real response other than his repeated cry and vicious bites and claws. The demon was truly ready to kill his friend simply to get by his love's side. "Ronwe! Please!" Tears filled Kiyo's eyes as he rammed his body into the muscular man's chest. "We all loved Maggie! Just stop! You're hurting yourself more than necessary!" The reply was another round of screaming, until suddenly, it stopped. The demon had lost it. He slunk to the floor, landing with a thud, and curled into a small ball.
"Maggie... It can't be real." He whispered to his knees. "It just... can't."
In your life you were larger than this
Statue-statuesque
The stone angel stared back at him, her eyes a cruel mockery of his pain. Angels hated him. Surely Maggie did not? Or had she fallen into their pompous attitude? He had been there for days, staring down the angel that marked her grave. Dozens of rows lined the yard, some stones not even marked. Her angel was the most beautiful thing in the cemetery- he had made sure of that. His stomach growled, but he truly did not need food or water for months on end. And so he did not move, his eyes glazed with grief, from that one grave out of thousands. Kiyo stopped by occasionally, bringing food and flowers, trying to get his best friend from his spot. But the demon had become an angel himself, staring blankly, never wavering from Maggie's grave. A single word echoed in his mind; life. Why had she, not he, died that day? It was a cruel joke played by God. He had known that falling in love with a fragile human would do no good for him, yet he did anyway. Surely he did not expect a long, happy life? But yet, he had hoped. Hoped that she would live a long life, and he would remain by her side, loving her even when people mistook him for her grandson. But it had ended, because he had let her go... It was his fault.... He curled up, moving from his long-held position, and cried for the first time in eight weeks. He cried out profanities in ever language he knew, cursing God, cursing himself, cursing life. But he never, ever cursed Maggie.
The wind whistled on that day, many years later. A child was leaning on his legs, yawning. A faint smile covered his face as he bent to tend to the girl.
"Tired, Rissa?" He asked, picking her up. The girl, Rissa, gave a faint kick and struggled weakly in his arms.
"Nuh-uh." She grumbled, though her eyes were watering and a large yawn distorted her words.
"I think you are. And I also think it's bedtime."
"No! I don't want to go to be-e-e-d." She ended with yet another yawn, and crossed her arms. A pout covered her small face as Ronwe felt a ping in his heart. The little girl reminded him, with all her stubbornness, of Maggie.... And the date reminded him of her fateful end. His face fell slightly, and the girl frowned. "Ronwe? What's wrong?" She asked, her child's mind sensing something was amiss in the usually equally-as-willed man. Ronwe looked down to the child in his arms and smiled softly.
"Nah, nothing's wrong." He replied, hoisting her up a bit. "We need to get you to bed." And as he carried her in, the sound of Momo and Tyler's bickering filling the house, two birds watched him closely; a normal, large black raven, and a dainty white dove. The birds hopped together for warmth and chirped together, their unlikely love warming both their hearts and bodies.
Two ravens in the old oak tree and
One for you and one for me and
One for you and one for me and
Ronwe watched the chocolate-eyed woman with interest as she cocked her gun, Esmeralda, at the two birds in the tree. They sat, staring at each other, hardly knowing the predator that sat in wait.
"Shouldn't you, ya know, have a little respect for nature, Mags?" He asked, crouching in the grass. An amused smirk crossed his face.
"Yes, of course." She replied, her voice oil-slicked and filled with sarcasm (as usual). A faint Spanish accent gave her an elegant sound. "I do respect them... As my targets." With a flick of the wrist, and expert aim, she aimed it at his forehead. With a wink, she added, "Of course, I respect you too."
Throwing his hands up in a playful gesture, Ronwe gave a grin.
"Do I really want this respect?" He raised his eyebrows. "I think your companionship is enough for my lonely heart."
Maggie laughed and gently placed the P228 Sig Sauer into it's canvas bag. The wind tugged at her long, braided hair, Ronwe noted with a swelling heart. She looked up, noticing his gooey stare.
"Enjoying the view?" She asked, sauntering up to the tall demon. Being simply 5'5, she only stood around the middle of his chest, however her eyes blazed a trail into his.
"Of course, mi amor." He leaned down for the kiss.
Bluebells in the late December
I see signs now all the time
I see signs now all the time
"Happy Birthday, Mags." A beautiful diamond necklace shone in the tiny black case, twinkling. It was crafted into a teardrop and fastened with a sturdy, silver chain. The little box was dwarfed by Ronwe's giant hands, but it still dazzled in the snow.
"Oh mi dios! Ronwe! Te amo!" In the excitement, she had spoken in Spanish, as what usually happened. However, the demon had done his studying. She threw herself at the muscular demon, landing in his chest with a thud. He chuckled and fastened the tear necklace around her neck. It contrasted against her tan skin with an odd, yet elegant beauty.
"Love you too." He wrapped the skinny woman in muscular arms and buried his face into her hair, inhaling her scent deeply.
The last time we slept together
There was something that was not there
There was something that was not there
As the springs of the mattress creaked, Ronwe felt a shivering next to him.
"Maggie...?" He called, reaching out to the woman. He pulled her to his chest and frowned. She was shaking violently, and her skin had paled. "Mags! Mags! What's wrong!" His voice shook in a slight whisper. He had never seen his love so weak, so...vulnerable in the whole time he had known her.
"It's.... nothing." She mumbled, turning over and burying her face into his pale torso. Ronwe sighed, and began to run his hair soothingly through her long, black hair. Warm tears ran down his chest.
"Magdalena." He rarely used her full name; a tone of harshness took over his voice, but in a caring tone. "Something has to be wrong... Speak to me." Muscular arms pulled her closer, so close it seemed he was trying to absorb her. "I love you..." Sniffles sounded as the shaking woman let out two hard words.
"The war."
You never wanted to alarm me
But I’m the one that’s drowning now
But I’m the one that’s drowning now
As the first explosions sounded, the sky was a clear blue, deep and bottomless as the ocean.
"Maggie!" Ronwe cried, hurtling himself towards her as fire struck the city. He sheltered her with his whole body, determined to keep her safe no matter what.
"Déjeme ir! Ronwe! I'm fine!" The tanned woman slipped out of his arms, a regretful smile on her face. Suddenly, however, it changed to a look of horror. "Alejo and Nina! Ronwe!" Her wide eyes became even wider. She turned to ran, stopping once to turn to Ronwe with tears in her eyes. "Go get Kiyo! And... I love you!" She began to sob, and ran, Esmeralda clinking in her bag. Ronwe ran after her, calling, reaching, but the Spanish woman was out of his sight soon. Praying for her safety, he turned, a single tear running down his face.
"I...love you too, Maggie." He whispered, looking up to a cawing raven. It was alone, crying its sadness. Another explosion went off and Ronwe ran.
I could sleep forever these days
Because in my dreams I see you again
Because in my dreams I see you again
"Maggie!" The startled demon shot up in bed, his black hair tousled and red eyes leaking tears.
"Ronweeee." A tired moan came from the white-haired lump next to him. "It's only 1 o'clock in the afternoon... I wanna stay asleep." A deep sigh parted the demon's lips as he wiped away the tears.
"Alright, Kiyo..." He mumbled, laying back down. Maggie....Can I only dream of you now?
But this time fleshed out fuller faced
In your confirmation dress
It was so like you to visit me
To let me know you were ok
In your confirmation dress
It was so like you to visit me
To let me know you were ok
"Ronwe!" A withered cry broke the air. Kiyo was the first to turn, and he gave a startled shriek.
"M-m-Maggie!" He began to flail wildly, gasping. Ronwe stood in place, not turning. His face was cloaked in darkness. Maggie did, indeed stand not to far from him, but she had withered. Thirty years of war and separation had changed her, physically and mentally. No longer the carefree youth, years of fighting had sobered her playful streak, which had been thin due to years of assassination. "Laugh lines", though surely they were created from frowns, creased her whole face. She was a bitter old woman, but he, Ronwe, had not changed at all. Kiyo was still in between them, exchanging glances with Maggie and the back of the demon's head.
"Ronwe...." She whispered, advancing towards the tall man. He did not move, perhaps out of spite, or some other emotion. "Ronwe..." As hard tears ran down her face, she hugged him from behind and sobbed into his back. He turned in her grip, his hands shivering as he pulled the old woman to his chest. The whole man shivered as Maggie groped as his back, crying. In Ronwe, something snapped and he, too, began to sob.
"Maggie....Oh god, Maggie, I thought you were dead!" They locked like that for quite a while, and Ronwe was determined to never let her go.
It was so like you to visit me
You always worried about someone else
"Ronwe! Ronwe! Alejo and Nina! They're... they're in the city!" Screams pierced the air, belonging to the slaughtering that was happening in the town. His eyes wide, Ronwe grasped the woman's frail wrist with strength enough to bruise.
"No! Maggie, I'm never letting you go!" His stomach heaved, as his heart tore out the organs left in him. "Never!" Esmeralda was in sight before he knew it. Maggie shook in his grasp, pain crossing her face.
"Ronwe! Ese me lastima!" She cried. Shocked, the man let her go, his mouth agape at the purple wrist of his lover.
"Maggie... I..." His face eyes shone, open doors to his heart. "I just don't want to lose you again!" Wincing as an explosion went off, and to hold back her tears, the old woman took a gleam in her eyes that was unexpected; the glitter of youth.
"You won't, Ronwe." She promised, standing on her tiptoes. Grasping the demon's face gently between her hands and pulled him down to her height, meeting his lips to hers.
And so they kissed, and a shudder passed through Ronwe.
He tasted death.
At your funeral I was so upset
So upset so upset
So upset so upset
Kiyo had trouble getting the distraught demon to calm down.
"Mags! Mags! Magdalena! Maggie! Talk to me!" He had kept screaming, while clawing at the closed casket of his love. Her death was too horrific to keep it open; and if he truly saw her body, Kiyo feared, he may lose his mind.
"Ronwe!" Kiyo cried, his thin frame barely managing to keep the demon away from the coffin, much less get him out of the room. "Stop it! You're just making it harder!" He got no real response other than his repeated cry and vicious bites and claws. The demon was truly ready to kill his friend simply to get by his love's side. "Ronwe! Please!" Tears filled Kiyo's eyes as he rammed his body into the muscular man's chest. "We all loved Maggie! Just stop! You're hurting yourself more than necessary!" The reply was another round of screaming, until suddenly, it stopped. The demon had lost it. He slunk to the floor, landing with a thud, and curled into a small ball.
"Maggie... It can't be real." He whispered to his knees. "It just... can't."
In your life you were larger than this
Statue-statuesque
The stone angel stared back at him, her eyes a cruel mockery of his pain. Angels hated him. Surely Maggie did not? Or had she fallen into their pompous attitude? He had been there for days, staring down the angel that marked her grave. Dozens of rows lined the yard, some stones not even marked. Her angel was the most beautiful thing in the cemetery- he had made sure of that. His stomach growled, but he truly did not need food or water for months on end. And so he did not move, his eyes glazed with grief, from that one grave out of thousands. Kiyo stopped by occasionally, bringing food and flowers, trying to get his best friend from his spot. But the demon had become an angel himself, staring blankly, never wavering from Maggie's grave. A single word echoed in his mind; life. Why had she, not he, died that day? It was a cruel joke played by God. He had known that falling in love with a fragile human would do no good for him, yet he did anyway. Surely he did not expect a long, happy life? But yet, he had hoped. Hoped that she would live a long life, and he would remain by her side, loving her even when people mistook him for her grandson. But it had ended, because he had let her go... It was his fault.... He curled up, moving from his long-held position, and cried for the first time in eight weeks. He cried out profanities in ever language he knew, cursing God, cursing himself, cursing life. But he never, ever cursed Maggie.
I see signs now all the time
That you’re not dead, you're sleeping
I believe in anything
That brings you back home to me
That you’re not dead, you're sleeping
I believe in anything
That brings you back home to me
The wind whistled on that day, many years later. A child was leaning on his legs, yawning. A faint smile covered his face as he bent to tend to the girl.
"Tired, Rissa?" He asked, picking her up. The girl, Rissa, gave a faint kick and struggled weakly in his arms.
"Nuh-uh." She grumbled, though her eyes were watering and a large yawn distorted her words.
"I think you are. And I also think it's bedtime."
"No! I don't want to go to be-e-e-d." She ended with yet another yawn, and crossed her arms. A pout covered her small face as Ronwe felt a ping in his heart. The little girl reminded him, with all her stubbornness, of Maggie.... And the date reminded him of her fateful end. His face fell slightly, and the girl frowned. "Ronwe? What's wrong?" She asked, her child's mind sensing something was amiss in the usually equally-as-willed man. Ronwe looked down to the child in his arms and smiled softly.
"Nah, nothing's wrong." He replied, hoisting her up a bit. "We need to get you to bed." And as he carried her in, the sound of Momo and Tyler's bickering filling the house, two birds watched him closely; a normal, large black raven, and a dainty white dove. The birds hopped together for warmth and chirped together, their unlikely love warming both their hearts and bodies.
I see signs now all the time
That you’re not dead, you're sleeping
I believe in anything
That brings you back home to me.
That you’re not dead, you're sleeping
I believe in anything
That brings you back home to me.