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Fuck Marry Kill: Vladimir, Yasuo, Thresh
Fuck: VladMarry: YasuoKill: Thresh -if that’s even possible.
“Yasuo is just far more husband material then vlad. But vlad has more passion in his trade. Very hard decision”
“Aha,” Vlad chuckled; a wry grin twisting across his lips, “Well, I’m certain you of all people must agree that a passionless existence is barely even an existence at all.”
The man chuckled, licking his lips. “A man after my own heart, aren’t you, Vlad?”
“I was actually thinking of finding someone else’s. And making it stop.” Fucking plays on words. “And I thought, hmm, who do I know that enjoys blood as much as I?” He arched a brow.
“And your name was the first to come to mind.”
“Come out. Kill a man with me.”
Familiarity rested within everything. That servant, she could recall, almost recognizing the face, but not the name. It was one she had seen many times. The palace was no longer a maze, she knew every hallway and which ones to take and which ones to avoid. Everything seemed to shine brightly as the seen peeked through the large windows that decorated the halls. Plants and paintings as well lined the walls, giving this place more life than one would think necessary.
Seeing his face, something seemed to spark something in Kalista. It was obvious these two were very acquainted in the way they spoke to each other. The look in her eyes could almost give it away, it also showed how foolish she could be, naive even. His name still alluded her memory, she longed to remember it as much as she had longed to know her past again. This room felt as if it held some meaning, though it was no easy to remember. A strong protective feeling could be felt from her, one that she knew all too well, the feeling that she would die for this man in a heartbeat if it meant he was safe. That was her job, wasn’t it?
But it was something more than just a job now…
With unwavering elegance, The Emperor ascended to his feet; coming to a stand with impressive fluidity. Extending his hands outward, he welcomed her forward; an invitation which Kalista eagerly accepted. Closing the distance between them, Kalista gingerly took his hand in hers; lifting it to her mouth to press a gentle kiss against the back of his hand.
The man gracefully turned his hand to softly clasp Kalista’s chin within his fingertips. Gently leading her to a stand, the man tilted her face upwards to press a soft kiss of his own against her lips. Kalista’s eyes fluttered shut as she allowed her entire self to be consumed by romantic moment. As he pulled away, Kalista opened her eyes; casting an affectionate gaze in the man’s direction. Her entire being seemed to resonate with complete, unadulterated love for the person that stood before her.
The gaze, however, was short-lived as a flicker of horror compromised her facial features. The shift in expression was mirrored in the man’s face as an expression of concern formed upon his face. Kalista cast a glance over her shoulder at the open door before taking a step back; anxiety furrowed into the woman’s brow.
Kiyoshi.. She murmured; her soft tone compromised by a distinct tone of fear. ..What if they see us..?
Vlad hadn’t registered the question that had escaped Kalista’s lips. For when she spoke Thresh’s name, that same sensation of deja vu charged through his mind for a second time. This time, however, it was as disorienting as it was unexpected.
Kiyoshi.
Turning the entirety of his attention on the man’s face, Vlad studied Kiyoshi’s face. His gaze rest upon the familiar curvature of the man’s lips before drifting upwards to fixate upon the handsome eyes that, in another life, he’d gazed into time and time again.
Another disorienting crash of deja vu rippled across his mind and Vlad furrowed his brow.
It was him.
There could be no mistaking it, this was Thresh.
In another life, the Kalista he knew had been romantically involved with Thresh.
Hanako, Kiyoshi replied, it is not of my concern who does or does not know.
He extended his hands outwards, gesturing to the room. Kalista followed his gesture as Kiyoshi continued speaking.
It is my Empire. And I am its ruler. And I will love whomever I please.
And with that, he offered his hand for her to take. Kalista obliged, intertwining slender fingers between his.
A gentle smile formed along Kiyoshi’s lips, his head tilting slightly, And today, and all days, that person is you.
Yasuo let out a growl of annoyance, partially with Vlad, but mostly with himself. He had given into the very thing that he aspired to control; the thing he wanted to never succumb to. And yet here he knelt, before the victim of the beast he so easily gave into simply because this … this person, despite what he may think of them– is comparative to the Shugo-Daimyo who made him what he was now.
He disgusted himself.
He was nothing but a villainous, vile creature.
And he knew it.
So did Vlad.
“This time, I’m the one choosing to save you.” The oni huffed, retracting his touch from their beaten form as he brought himself up to stand. Cerulean eyes pierced Vladimir like knives; hands balled up into fists. As he forced himself to breathe, watching the pathetic man before him shuffle and collect themselves, he could feel how his claws wanted so desperately to pierce his ghostly flesh. The tips of each one pressing into his foggy palms, causing the faintest of smoky outlines to cascade from the creases of his knuckles.
Heaving out a heavy breath, the ronin’s hands relaxed, the smoke radiating from his palms immediately dissipating after a short moment, signifying that the markings he left in his own hands had healed.
“So you see what he does,” Yasuo spoke sternly, words full of venom. “You see how he contorts innocent people into monsters, hmm? Makes them his pets? The only reason he hasn’t done the same to you is because he finds your fixation with him to be amusing and to his advantage.”
He let out a low growl, bringing his arms up to cross. Literally, he looked down upon the Soulstealer’s body. “I know plenty of you, Vladimir. I know your power with souls. He’s trying to teach you. Why do you think he does so much for you?”
A sigh fell from his Hannya, shaking his head.
“You’re his fucking bitch.”
A surge of agony coursed from Vlad’s fingertips; charging upward into his spine and up into his head. The nerves had reconnected and Vlad gnashed his teeth; knotting his fingers into tightened fists. Chest heaving, he met Yasuo’s stare with a furious gaze; lessened only by the exhaustion provoked by being mutilated at the other’s taloned hands.
But it wasn’t until that single word did Vlad actually feel provoked to legitimate anger.
Narrowing his gaze, a vivid emerald light crossed his irises.
Vlad’s voice was weak, broken; but he worked with what he had. Attempting to imbue as much intensity as he could, he spoke with furious conviction.
“Stop talking about him.. like you know him.” He seethed, shakily pulling himself up, using the rocky outcrop for leverage. Any usage of his arms was met with blinding agony; the Soulstealer tightening his jaw as a means of stifling any vocalizations to show he was struggling with the pain. Once he’d risen to a stand, Vlad relinquished his grasp from the rocks; shoulders rising and falling as breath twisted from his thin lips. A slight quiver compromised the Soulstealer’s resolute stature and he internally wished it would stop.
Because anything less-than-resolute communicated weakness. And, especially now, that was the last thing he wanted to depict.
“What could you possibly know of Thresh’s motives.” Vlad snarled; breath escaping his mouth as a twist of vapor. “And how can you speak of him as if you are so different.” He kept his voice low; as he no longer possessed the energy to raise it out of anger. Though his words resonated with collected calmness, he managed to imbue every syllable with a distinct, soft-spoken rage.
“I’ve done..” A cough of blood interrupted his speech.
“Nothing to you.”
A flicker of desperation compromised his tone.
“And you attacked.. me.” That same desperation twisted across his facial features for a moment.
“Simply because..”
I love him.
He loves me.
“..you wanted to.”
Stifling a grunt of pain as his muscles continued to reform, Vlad grit his teeth.
“So by your logic..”
He narrowed his eyes.
“You are. Just. Like. Him.”
Even when exhaustion encroaches in, whispering softly, Sleep refuses to come. Because I’m blinded, enticingly blinded, by images of your face.
And your voice swallows me whole Suffocating my senses Until I cannot breathe.
I cannot sleep at night, because my entire being my heart my body and soul aches for your touch.
Because I love you more than words, will let me express. My heart thuds violently in my chest at the mere Thought of you.
Something like nostalgia washed over Kalista. The trees that stood high overhead and the beautiful blue sky, white clouds spread gently across like they had gently been painted there. Cherry blossom trees left pink pedals in the wind as well as the floor, the scenery resting just outside the walls of an inner city, lining it with beauty, entailing what could possibly be inside.
I remember this place. It was so beautiful… I wonder what has become of it now?
An entry gate was not too far from where they were standing. It was lined with golden beams, twisting within the doors in a design of a family crest. It looked relatively clean, as if it were shined every day or that no weather had dare damaged it. Everything about this place was beautiful.
The slender form of Kalista turned at this point, taking graceful steps toward the nearby doorway. Vlad struggled to keep her the focus of his attention; constantly distracted by the manifestations that had twisted up within Kalista’s subconscious mind. The place truly was beautiful in every iteration of the word. Fixating his gaze upon her, the Soulstealer followed Kalista through the gates, embarking upon the courtyard.
He called out to her. But the act itself disoriented him; his mouth forming the words but the actual vocalization not emerging until a few seconds later. And even then, she did not turn.
Unable to engage in physical contact, Vlad deducted she was unable to hear or see him as well.
Within the courtyard, well manicured patches of green sprawled over the earth. Delicate flowers basked in the golden sun and elegant koi fish slithered sleepily within the confines of glistening ponds.
Though Vlad had been living in Ionia for the past few months now, he was slightly surprised at how differently everything seemed to appear within the reflection of Kalista’s memory.
Following her up the stairs, Vlad watched as Kalista extended a hand to knock gently upon the ornate door. After a moment, the doorway swung open, revealing the expectant face of a fair woman. Face framed by onyx locks, she gazed at Kalista.
Words emerged from the Spear’s lips. And when she spoke, Vlad blinked as confusion surged across his mind.
Hanako.
The servant had said; smiling gently and opening the doorway further to allow Kalista to pass.
Good afternoon.
Kalista had replied.
The words that Kalista was uttering were in a language that Vlad did not understand. If asked to repeat them, Vlad would be unable to. But the meaning, however, Vlad was able to comprehend.
His Highness is waiting for you in the drawing room.
Kalista had nodded, continuing off down the hall without hesitation. She must have been here many times before. Following her with silent footsteps, Vlad peered over her shoulder; having elicited to walk behind her rather than beside her.
The Spear took a hard right, walking through a tall entryway into a warm, well-lit room. Golden sunlight ghosted through the windows; etching soft rectangles upon the wooden floor. Sitting across the room was a man; long black hair swept backwards, held in place with - what Vlad could only identify as - Imperial jewelry. A smile had graced the man’s lips as Kalista had come into view.
My Hanako. He’d said; words as fluid and sweet as honey itself. Vlad’s eyes fixated upon the man for a moment - a violent sensation of deja vu surging across his mind. Initially dismissing it as a side effect of Soul Reading, Vlad turned to look at Kalista.
My Love.
She’d replied.
“A dream… That does not sound too bad.” Hopefully it would feel more like a dream than a nightmare. The nightmares she had were almost too real, she did not wish for Vlad to see them too. Kalista gave her friend a weak smile, worried and uncertain of the events to come, but, it was too late to back out now.
She fell silent, wondering once more if this was the right thing to do. Was it that these memories weren’t with her now for a reason, or just lost forever in time? If Vlad could see them, rather, find them, perhaps there was a reason. She was determined to see her past. Her eyes now filled with certainty, giving a small nod to Vlad as she stepped back towards her living room, exhaling a calming breath.
“I am ready.”
Kalista moved towards her couch, sitting on it rather silently as she waited for Vladimir.
Crossing the room, Vlad shrugged his jacket from his shoulders, taking the article of clothing and folding it over his arm. As he sat beside her, he lay the jacket across his lap and lifted slender hands to rest upon the Spear’s shoulders. Gently turning her slightly to have her face him, Vlad nodded once.
“Alright.” He said softly, imbuing his words with purposeful gentleness as a means of attempting to calm the nerves he sensed within Kalista’s slender form.
Slowly raising his hands to cup Kalista’s face, Vlad exhaled a slow, slow breath; closing his eyes and tilting his head forward. A tentative contortion of his fingers pressed softly against her skin; the tension in his hands a stark contrast to the softness of the Spear’s lovely face. Inhaling, a gentle luminosity ghosted over his slender fingers, offering the slightest of illumination to ghost over her living room.
At first there was nothing; unrelenting darkness that spread endlessly in every direction. Vlad’s gaze flickered sideways before peering forward. Standing in stark contrast against the darkness was Kalista; motionless. At her feet, however, the world began to surge into being.
Twists of green spiraled outward; manifesting into tufts of grass, small delicate flowers, before surging in a random direction. Trees shot upward with a loud crack; splintering into countless branches that simultaneously breathed leaves and floral blossoms into existence. The pitch blackness gave way to lovely Ionian scenery; the darkness fading into light as the sky illuminated behind her. As the earth reached him, Vlad took a tentative step forward, as if to test if the ice was safe to skate upon.
Foliage crunched softly beneath his feet. As his gaze returned to Kalista, he noticed the attire she’d been wearing moments before had been replaced by something far different. Like her memories, her body had taken on the form that of another era. He arched an eyebrow, extending his hand to take hers.
As his hand would graze her skin, his fingertips phased through hers; akin to a ghost attempting to permeate the real world.
Oh.
Kalista hated to inconvenience Vladimir with such a tedious task, the nightmares and constant feelings that she was forgetting something was beginning to drive her nuts. Regardless of if this would hurt her or not, she needed to know.
Loud knocks against the door brought her back from her deep thoughts, instantly rising from the sofa and answering the door. “You are here, come in, before you catch a cold.” She grabbed onto Vlad’s sleeve and tugged him inside her home, which was rather warm due to the lit candles that rested on the shelves as well as the table. It was all she had and she was lucky to even have that. “I am… glad you agreed to do this.” Her voice was soft and quiet, even slightly uncertain, though it was not her intention to sound that way.
“Err.. How long do you think this will take? Would you like something to drink before we do this?” Warm tea honestly sounded pleasant right about now, especially seeing how cold Vlad looked.
The inner warmth of Kalista’s home ghosted over Vlad’s face; attempting to permeate the frost that had taken tentative residence over the Soulstealer’s skin. Staggering slightly as she pulled him inside, Vlad cast her an amused look as he straightened to a stand. Recoiling his hand to cross his arms over his chest, his shoulders rose and fell in a soft shrug.
“It shouldn’t take too long,” his head tilted slightly, “Though..” A grimace twisted along his lips and concern furrowed into his brow. Emerald eyes locked with magenta irises, he maintained unwavering eyecontact.
“..It’s like a dream. They last.. seconds, really.. but they feel like they last ages.” Chuckling to alleviate the tension that had flickered across his face, Vlad nudged his chin in the direction of the couch. “We can begin whenever you’re ready.”
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Kalista sat in the living room of her home, feeling ever so restless as she waited. The bright sunlight peaked into her home through the windows, brightening up the room as it was the only light source. There was a nervous feeling about her this day, though, it was more of a fearful form of nervous than anything else.
Am I making a mistake by doing this?
The Spear had agreed to let Vladimir read her soul today, allowing him to look at the many things she has been through, even if she herself did not remember. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to. Sometimes there is a reason things are forgotten, but at this point Kalista was unsure what was pushed back for her own safety or what was just lost due to death. What would Vladimir see? Would she remember it once he looked into her soul?
There was only one way to find out, and hopefully these questions would be answered once he got here.
A series of curt, loud knocks against the front door signified the Soulstealer’s arrival. His eyes ached for sleep — Vlad having stayed up late into the night studying to make sure he knew exactly what he was meant to do. Crisp, winter air ghosted over his face; cheeks slightly reddened by the unforgiving chill. Pulling his scarf away from his face, Vlad tucked his hands back into his pockets, waiting for Kalista to open the door.
He hadn’t exactly asked why Kalista had asked for his assistance regarding Soul Reading. It certainly wasn’t his strong point - but then again, anything regarding Soulstealing was still something he was working on getting a steady handle on.
The only thing he was sure of was that Kalista had specifically asked him for assistance on the matter. And regardless of his skillset, he wasn’t about to say no.
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At the sound of her name, a flicker of interest crossed Vlad’s face. Remembering her fondly, the Soulstealer exhaled a satisfied sigh; a gentle smile forming along his lips.
“Lovely.”
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Clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes, the most amused smirk curled along his lips. “Veigar? Yeah, I’ve heard of that one. Though I’m fairly certain the my word of choice isn’t one he’s particularly fond of hearing.”
Pausing, Vlad arched an eyebrow.
“Short.”
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A gentle smile formed along his lips, seamlessly transitioning into a crooked grin. “That fucker?” Vlad smirked, resting his hands on the crooks of his pockets. Shoulders rising and falling in a listless shrug, Vlad chuckled.
“Soulmate.”
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“…” Vlad’s stomach knotted uncomfortably, nodding slowly before deciding on the word of choice. “..Unfortunate.”
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“Honestly?” Vlad arched an eyebrow, “Gentle.” Kalista, the Spear of Vengeance had been nothing but exceedingly gentle since the first time they’d met - which was funny considering they’d met when the Spear was very, very drunk.
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“Devastating.” Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest.
