Enkauston Challenge! ( Faye vs Ira )

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Enkauston Challenge! ( Faye vs Ira ) Oct 25, 2015 16:39:48 GMT -5

Post by Rire-chan on Oct 25, 2015 16:39:48 GMT -5

Enkauston Challenge

Rules of Competition:
- All the stories submitted will be checked for copyright.
- All the stories have to be PG 13.
- The stories submitted will have to adhere to the writing prompt.
- Your character/ the account you are competing with cannot transfer the Eukaustan item/prize to another account.
- You may only compete against one Enkauston every week.
- Even if you didn’t win, you’ll still get something, depending on the quality your submission.
- Everyone that compete gets at least 1 EXP.
- Enkaustons are allowed to turn down any amount of challenges if they already won three that month.

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Faye Cooper vs Ira Defaire
WRITING PROMPT:
Breath of Life
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GMT: 29/10/15 10pm

Last Edit: Oct 28, 2015 11:25:01 GMT -5 by Markus Eckhardt

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Enkauston Challenge! ( Faye vs Ira ) Oct 27, 2015 15:57:44 GMT -5

Post by Faye Cooper on Oct 27, 2015 15:57:44 GMT -5

Trapped within the depths of her mind, Faye lay in bed with a fluffy, pink pillow clutched to her chest. Memories of utter bliss swirled about, conflicting with negative thoughts that could change her perception of events of the past with ease; that is, if she didn’t fight with all of the power dwelling inside to prevent such things from transpiring. Every time her droopy lids fell - due to lack of sleep taking its toll on a weak body - a flash of waist-length blonde hair filled the dreary, black void one experiences upon the closing of their eyes. Mischievous avocado orbs glowed against contrasting black eyeliner nearly hidden behind long, thick lashes. A sense of fear shot down Faye’s spine when she thought of those soul-piercing eyes the day she’d been called into court. The wild look of them had been wiped away, replaced with something she couldn’t recognize.

A cold sweat took over her frail body within seconds. Faye ripped the comforter draped over her wet, heated skin off of the bed, tossing the blanket to the side. Wrapped up in thin sheets, limbs entangled as they stuck to the bare parts of her skin, a shudder escaped from her lips once fear had been replaced with repent. “I-I can’t do this to myself…” She whispered in a hoarse voice, running a hand through matted, hazelnut strands of hair. Faye didn’t - no - she couldn’t let herself become soft - or even allow her recent history to become a burden. But how could one ever forget their first love? Their first heartbreak? The mistake that changed her life? “Lindsey…” Faye muttered more than once in a repeated fashion as hot, salty tears ran down flustered cheeks.

She’d been a wallflower. Nothing. Until Lindsey noticed her.

Condensation took over every window in school, immature finger drawings covering most of them. Outside a bitter cold nipped relentlessly at uncovered skin while gray clouds hovered in the gloomy sky, covering the bright, yellow sun; thus the day was quite dreary, though cheers could be heard when a light snowfall began. Faye hadn’t realized the drastic weather would change so suddenly - her Summer wardrobe dominated above all, a lack of warm clothing present. Her instinct was to improvise and the outfit she’d created would have to do. Old socks became fuzzy finger-less gloves. An old jacket had been turned into legs warmers hidden behind tattered jeans turned into leggings. Stuffing frozen fingers into the pockets of an overly large varsity jacket, Faye shuffled into school, keeping her head low.

A firm shoulder would clash with her own thin, boney one. Continuing on, feeling bad but wishing to be ignored, Faye ensured that eye contact was kept to a minimum less she desired being yelled at. Though, a soft voice emitting from behind would nearly put her into a state of shock.

“Hey.”

Faye froze in her steps, clutching books to her chest tightly as if that would make her invisible to the human eye.

“Hey.”

The sound became closer, but she couldn’t move. Her feet wouldn’t listen to her demanding, frantic brain messages. Even as a soft hand touched her shoulder, she didn’t dare react in any way.

“Cute outfit. Did you make that yourself?” Pausing, the unknown female waved her friends’ over to circle around Faye in order to take a better look at the teen’s winter attire for the day. Gasps, awes, coos, and quiet chatter filled the air around Faye. Was she supposed to talk? Was she supposed to walk away? Her legs trembled, threatening to buckle underneath opposing weight at any time, but before she could fall the one who’d been attracted by Faye’s appearance caught her; one swift move that would kick-start Faye’s entire world. Their eyes met, causing the taller teen to grin slightly while the other smirked before calling for help. Where the other held her tingled, causing a light pink dust to cover her cheeks. Faye couldn't describe this feeling. Not yet.

Lindsey had known how her new friend felt ever since that day, no doubt - yet, the shorter girl had never made a move on a love-struck Faye. Every day was another tease, another flirt, another boy: all of this Faye was forced to watch and despise with all she could in her gut while remaining calm. Perhaps Lindsey knew that these petty things to herself would bother the oblivious girl she’d been before. And it had.

After half a year of waiting… of falling hopelessly in love with someone she knew was completely out of reach, Faye finally had been given a wish. One, that now, she wished with all of her heart hadn’t happened.

Splashing about in the low-end of a pool, Faye successfully hit a spinning beach ball heading her way, the female across from her skillfully completing the same action. They chuckled with amusement. Faye leaped towards the other, wrapping long limbs around a short, stocky frame, digging her chin into a broad shoulder.

“Cut it out!” Lindsey squealed, pinning Faye against the wall of the pool, standing on her toes in order to rise above her willowy friend. The two continued to struggle against one another in a battle of dominance, though Lindsey had always been stronger and had more muscle to use. Faye found herself trapped underneath, a dark blush spreading throughout her whole body.

A staring contest began that soon turned into something much more. They both leaned forward involuntarily, noses eventually bumping awkwardly. Though Faye tried to turn away in embarrassment, Lindsey held her cheeks in soft hands, before gently pecking thin lips. The shorter girl’s lips were large in size, overpowering Faye’s in the split second they met. A shiver ran down Faye’s spine, face tingling while her heart began rapidly beating like it hadn’t ever before. What was this feeling?

Taking her hands, Lindsey allowed Faye to feel where her heart was, right above the well-endowed chest she had. Mind blurred, Lindsey cracked a toothy grin before whispering, “You feel that? It’s love.”

Another, and another, followed by one more. Faye could hardly grasp what was happening until it was over. Inhaling deeply, as Lindsey climbed out of the pool, she could now only describe the way Lindsey had changed her life - the way the other had made her feel with a simple grace of the lips…

A breath of life.

Tears flowed like waterfalls now, they wouldn’t end anytime soon. Faye knew this for a fact. Sobbing during the late hours of night had become a habit of her’s; whether it be remembering her past, or missing her parents, it didn’t matter. There was always something that made her heart feel as if it were broken in two. Snot ran down from her nose and mixed with tears, but Faye was prepared. Grabbing tissues, she wiped away at her face before rolling over onto her stomach with a groan. Bloodshot, puffy eyes scanned the digital clock on the bedside: the time stated it was 6:00. This meant that it was time to get up and ready for another day of Public High School five-five-two, another day of returning to her wallflower state with a warped frame of mind.

Never again would she open up to another; not a woman, nor man. Her parents’ had given up on her, she’d been used by the ones’ she trusted the most… Faye was a broken girl, never to be repaired. If only she could have just one more breath of life, then she’d use it right. She’d have her life back - even if it would be void of innocence - and Faye would know the cruelty that God can inflict upon mankind. Upon herself.

Last Edit: Oct 27, 2015 16:15:37 GMT -5 by Faye Cooper

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Enkauston Challenge! ( Faye vs Ira ) Oct 29, 2015 10:47:23 GMT -5

Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 29, 2015 10:47:23 GMT -5

They were laughing then, jostling each other to live the best they could at the moment, blithely unaware of the future. Each was caught up in their own bubble of blissfulness, enthralled by the oath of eternity, determined to stay with each other. They were perfectly contented to live those lives for the rest of their lives, excited by the prospects of the world – their existence dwarfed by the planet of endless possibilities- and what they could grasp.

Three just so happened to be a lucky number, not only in fairy tales, but in reality.

There were three; Ira, Sanctus, Leia. There were fortune; the three were fortunate enough to seek the others out, each meeting the other two through a dauntingly hot summer day. There was fun; they giggled, and shared secrets, and through childish promises, revealed more than they would have in lazy, humid nights. However, there were skeletons in her closet she tried to hide, a world of graveyards she was desperately concealing, words that danced on the edge of her tongue, but was clamped down by her insistent teeth.

She had seen the two, and how they stared at each other, with an infallible expression. She recognized the expression clearly, her eyes wide as she peeked at the two of them from behind a tree trunk. Her fingers dug into the harsh bark of a tree, as her thoughts remained utterly convoluted. Her breathing was hitched, as she reticently commanded herself to appreciate the magic that was occurring. That time, her head slammed painfully against a tree, and she began shrieking, as a beetle chose to fall upon her head.

The two of them snapped apart, under her watchful eye, and the magic was lost.

Perhaps it was a pity, when the three of them parted tearfully. There were promises to keep in touch, that they could meet again, and the world would be tamed by their wild imaginations. She, however, noted how their gazes softened when it met, and how secretive their smiles were.

That night, however, she found herself floating about in the depths of the ocean, despairingly so. She had futilely attempted to find an exit, and all she received was aimless bubbles of air that gushed out of her mouth. After a few hours, with a gut-wrenching panic, she noticed that she was running out of air. Despite her attempts, she could not shatter the surface of the water, which hardened like bricks upon contact. She felt a soul-wrecking scream rising within her, and seizing control of her being, but nothing came out.

A few minutes passed, and she knew that her end was near. Her demise would lie in the grounds of the ocean, while she was entirely doomed to rot away, as a filthy carcass, in an unknown destination. Why did she bother screaming, when it merely equated to less amount of oxygen, and the quickening of her death? It was her brain’s instinct to force her into survival, and she had deemed it as an obstinate idiot. She had wanted to die, and yet, it wouldn’t release her into the merciful shackles of death. Instead, it dragged her ruthlessly into the ocean, isolated, condemned, and tolerated sparingly.

Another minute slipped past her grasp, and shattered into a million fragments at her feet. Her end was here, she had thought, before she saw a vague outline of humans, propelling themselves towards her. She recognized Leia; her welcoming smile causing Ira to clap in elation. Leia gestured at the circle of oxygen she gentle held in her hands, and Ira inhaled, feeling the hopeful dash of life possessing her once more.

She didn’t question Leia’s appearance, or the bleakness of her situation. They were still kids, and she was stubborn to retain the tradition of enjoying each and every moment, with her friend.

Ira learned that her friends possessed bubbles of oxygen whenever they came down for a visit, to prolong her life. She could live, under the condition that they came on a regular basis. It became painfully blatant that they wouldn’t always appear as promised, tossing her into some suffering. During those days, she would darken her world, and whisper quietly to herself, faithfully believing that they would generally show up; that they carried no animosity to her very existence. When they did visit her, they were greeted with a smile, or another laugh that pleased them greatly, while they reticently reassured themselves that they did not commit heinous crimes while toying with someone’s life. It was fine with her—she didn’t know how to express her euphoria any other way.

Much to her surprise, she sighted a familiar face that did audacious feats. The sight tasted of nostalgia and bitter summer days. As he drew closer, Ira could see Sanctus’ gentle smile, and she beamed back, overjoyed that Leia and Sanctus were staying with her. They were hers; they will be with her.

Sanctus held an orb of oxygen in his hands, but it was significantly larger than the ones that Leia would gift her with. Biting back a grin at Ira’s questioning expression; he would inhale the orb of oxygen himself, ignoring the confused tilt of Ira’s head. Before she could verbalize her thoughts, his hands touched either side of her face gently, and Sanctus closed the distance between their lips.

The two gushed up with an unholy speed, with him holding on to her, reassuring her that all was well. As they broke the surface of the water, both were washed ashore, and she lay, drenched, on the icy sand. She was shivering, and he was tightly grasping her body to his. Her eyes found his, and Leia clung onto the both, weeping with emotions that were never really coherent to Ira.

His words came, after Leia’s tears. Breathless words of infatuation, and promises to keep her safe. Each word formed a sentence, and each sentence contained more promises, and emotions than the last, as his voice raised with every shade of red that appeared on his cheeks. Leia clutched Ira’s hand, pleased that she attained her loved ones back, and Sanctus would get what he desired, and always had. Ira blinked, and Sanctus would turn to her, his face alight with hope and love, each dominative and powerful in their own rights. He repeated himself, and his question, that carried accented by his thumping heartbeat.

In the depths of the ocean, the life Sanctus breathed upon her lips was laced with love, and the vow that she would never had to suffer in her life. He had breathed life upon her lips, and Leia was there, both determined to save Ira, for they immensely adored her. The breath was generosity from their part, and an obligation from hers.

Leia and Sanctus wanted to know Ira’s feelings about them, for the said girl never did reveal much, even during the heartbreaking moment of parting between the three during summer. Why she was in the ocean, she never really knew, and the reality of her situation remained an enigma. They would plead for her emotions, flushed at the expectations of her declaration of love, and her explanation as to why she would say that she wanted them around; that she desired for the three of them to stay eternally, as friends. Ira’s eyes met theirs, and their smiles grew, as she cleared her throat, and gave them the only fragment of truth she could produce in her vile life.

“I was bored.”

Last Edit: Oct 29, 2015 10:55:54 GMT -5 by Ira Defaire

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Enkauston Challenge! ( Faye vs Ira ) Oct 29, 2015 20:18:39 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Markus Eckhardt on Oct 29, 2015 20:18:39 GMT -5

After thorough review, the judges have submitted their marks. Upon tallying the averages, it has been decided that Ira Defaire is the winner, and as such she retains her title as Alpha.

Both participants receive +3 Exp.

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