void

She took things. She didn't give. She didn't know how. Ever since her first taste of receiving she had become a glutton. She desired more. She wanted more. She couldn't be satisfied with a little. Every piece of happiness she found she destroyed with her craving. She was insatiable. She was a void of nothing, but what she took from others. She was alone in a world that only fed her hunger, but never satisfied. A world that ignored the pain by giving more and more, but never healing the wounds that caused her to bleed out. She wasn't even sure that that chasm could ever be filled.

'Twin Fangs' Geist: All he could do is give. That's all he ever really wanted...to give, and hopefully receive...no, not receive, as noone ever truly even allowed him to give. It would only be so long till he gives all he could. If only he could get back, but...he never did. He gave, and gave, 'till even his own desires were warped...From naught but giving, he created his own inner void...

LaniKat: And though she watched as he slowly sunk into his own good nature she could do nothing, but continue to feed off that which he gave so willingly. She knew he suffered and she ached for the pain she fed in his heart, but she couldn't stop herself. She could never stop. Not for her pain. Not even his. Instead she tore the void wider and together they became lost in an infinite loop of giving and taking with nothing between.

'Twin Fangs' Geist: He didn't really care, though...he was happy to give to someone who'd receive...an eternal darkness is always more bearable with a companion...even though she were a unrequited glutton, leeching away at every drop of himself, all he could feel was satisfaction in providing substance to someone...something...Her pain, Her pleasure, Her satisfaction...his so-called "Void" because his new-found "Paradise"...

LaniKat: Even though she continued to take from him she couldn't fill that hole. That pain. That gnawing emptiness that stole away her very being. The person that she was until she was little more then a shell. She'd accept his comfort, his touch, his "love" but she'd be left craving more until she smothered him beneath her overwhelming need. Use him as she needed and go on to another only to come back for more. No matter what it may be as long as it was hers.

'Twin Fangs' Geist: Retreat, return, retreat, return...it only made him lust for her desire. It only empowered his resolve to give her it all, because she'd always return for more, and he'd always provide what she desired...Would he be satsfied if she stayed? Not even he knows, really...but seeing her as often as he did was truly the highlight...

LaniKat: And though he happily accepted her with open arms this acceptance only caused her to ache more. To need more. To try and drown out her sorrow in his affection to no avail. Feeling condemned by unspoken words and spiteful emotion that is sure to hide beneath the surface. She longed to run, but her feet always brought her back to the same place so that she could continue to try and bury herself within another's love.