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Mari Pueyo

"Gods like chess (fragment): the last morning" by Mari Pueyo

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Another fragment on the Dryss and Daudan story. I'm sure I made it wrong with some verbs... but I really love that particular part (because it's cruel and I love to make Dryss suffering :P ).
Perhaps someday I'll explain what happened the night before ^_~
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Dryss turned, still half asleep, as the first sunlight touched his skin. It was when he touched nothing but an empty mattres and a cold sheet that he realized he was alone. He didn't open his eyes, he didn't want to... He just bended, hiding the face behind his hands, wondering what would happen to the world in general if he didn't wake up.

Finally, he sighed, sitting in the bed. As he already knew, there was no trace of Daudan.

“What were you expecting, you idiot?”, asked himself as he begun to dress slowly.

What was he expecting? He dind't really know it. He was expecting to wake up some morning and find a tray with his breackfast by his bed. He was expecting Daudan sitting beside him, still blushing, and being able to decide that it was still early for breakfast... What was he expecting? He was expecting what had happened, that was the true. Daudan just leaving him before dawn, making clear that there was no more love for him in his chest. Anything else would have put and end to his determination, and he needed to be strong if he wanted to defeat Azazel in his own ground.

When he put on his boots, he stood up. He looked at the door, trying to find the will to move.

And then the door was opened.

Dryss, astonished, watched Daudan in disbelief as he, smiling, entered his room with a tray in his hands. There was a breakfast on it... Dryss felt the tears in his eyes again.

-Hey! What's the matter? -Asked Daudan as he sit on the bed, making Dryss to do so-. Have you seen a ghost?

-I... -The words were there, in his mind, but his heart beat so quickly that he couldn't speak them. He started to cry, feeling stupid. He was feeling happy and sad, and he couldn't even think properly-. I thought ... I thought you were gone... Oh, Daudan, I really thought you hated me and I couldn't bear it...

-Shhh, don't be fool -Daudan caressed his cheeck with a smile, drying out his tears-. How could you belive that? I told you once I really liked you... -then Daudan's smile changed, from sweetness to cruelty, and his blue eyes turned red. His love transformed into Azazel in front of him, still caressing his face.

Dryss removed in horror, jumping far from the demon.

-No! -was all he could say.

-“No” what, elfie?

-Not you... it was not you -he said, breathing heavily, each inhalation burning his chest.

The demon god lifted an eyebrow, smiling. He got up and approached Dryss, who tried to avoid his touch until the wall stopped him.

-Last night you were not so scronful -Azazel stoped when his face was only a few milimeters from Dryss, touching him slightly with his breath. Then he moved away -. I thought it would be a nice way of paying your services.

-You... Son of a bicht! -Dryss clasped his fists, knowing it would be useless to fight against him.

Azazel laughed, a cruel laughter that entered his mind, repiting, amplifiying... The god begun to disapear, but he still had time to say a last hurting thing.

-Do you really belive that the human would have come to you for another single night?

The elf slid down the wall and hid the head between his knees, trembling. He didn't cry, he couldn't do it anymore. His last desperate gift to the one he loved so much had turn into something dirty and monstrous. Dryss bit his lips hard, and blood and pain made him feel better.

He stood up, more determined than never before.

He walked out, looking at the sky. It was covered with black clouds. He smiled, more or less. It seemed that at least the sky was going to mourn his death.

←- The smell of Blood | He was a prince... -→

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23 Jun 200245 Elly 'Leenae' Foxxe
Awww...Poor Dryss... *seen the art, wants the story* I really liked this. Even though there were some typos, it was really great! Keep it up ^^

*pokepokes you to her gallery* :>

:-) Mari Pueyo replies: "Thank you!! As for the whole story... maybe someday... ^_^ "
30 Jun 2002:-) A. teicher
*cries* and by the way... you take the prize for sheer cruelty to your charas... ah,... poor dryss... *here, I will hide you... *cuddles the poor creature*

:-) Mari Pueyo replies: "Well, It's not a secret that I like to torture my poor charas... ^_^ But Dryss is special... I like to torture him more than anyone. "
30 Jun 2002:-) A. teicher
Aaaaah!!!! *stares and stares* kindred souls.. I love the angst in your writing.. *G* I got a wyvern's now, with aryck's tale... *VEG*

:-) Mari Pueyo replies: "Thanks for reading!!!"
24 Aug 200245 Kayla M. Biondi
Dryss poor guy...=( I what to read more of this heart suffering story of your it is greart! you like torturing your charas you sound like me.I love these story must read more!!!
27 Aug 200245 Sirany
Poor little elf! I guess my characters aren't the only ones who are sad and alone.
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'Gods like chess (fragment): the last morning':
 • Created by: :-) Mari Pueyo
 • Copyright: ©Mari Pueyo. All rights reserved!

 • Keywords: Demon, Elf, Gay, God, Love, Sad, Yaoi
 • Categories: Magic and Sorcery, Spells, etc.
 • Views: 389

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