Tough Love -- A Glimpse of Retkan and Nitmer

https://www.f-list.net/c/nitmer
https://www.f-list.net/c/retkan


“You’re watching -him- again, aren’t you?..” Nitmer gave a glum scowl as his crimson gaze narrowed, form emerging from the darkness behind Retkan in a minor sulk. He looked worse for wear, hair sullied with foreign swamp moss. He loomed over her shoulder, peering at what she was oh so focused upon.

POOF

The small green glow of the Glimpse orb collapsed inwards on itself as Retkan refrained from her own scowl. “Who I observe is of no concern to you. Ugh.. What is that sme—You have.. debris in your hair. Seriously, you dare present yourself to me in this sorry state?” She rubbed her temples a bit, in inward groan escaping her. It was like taking care of a man-child.. a little brother.. “Clean. Up. Now. Present yourself to me like this again, and I’ll send you back to last Friday--- naked.”

“Ngh…” Nitmer remembered THAT and it was certainly not an event he wanted to relive, let alone naked. “Y-yes Mistress!” With a sudden back-step into the dark, he was gone as quick as he had come in a swirl of red-violet energy. Out and back in, that same crackle of energy formed before Retkan, Nitmer bowing as he knelt upon his left leg with left arm behind his back. Time was fickle and it was easy enough to let it pass elsewhere for that quick shower. He even purposely smelled like... strawberries. Nitmer knew she liked that scent! “Better?”

“Much,” Retkan had a tone of complete indifference, dark gray gaze focused off on the nothingness that contained the walls of their mutual pocket. The darkness was only lit by the occasional surge of crackling violet that surrounded them, powered by shattered fragments of time held together by a semi-broken mind. The air was just as chilled, almost too thick to breathe to the point it burned the lungs just like it nipped the flesh exposed to it.

The silence got to him, Nitmer peering over at her. Why was she like this? What happened to the cutie that appeared upon the brink of his doom with that venomous smile and outstretched hand of redemption? “So uh...” With a lack of anything better to say, he was soon just holding a milkshake in hand, chocolatey goodness being sluuurped... and with his other hand, he offered another out to Retkan and waggled his brows. “Want one? It’s called a milkshake. Chocolate! Reeeeeally gooood... It’s from Eaaaarth.. your faaavorite place to watch...” Because chicks loved chocolate, right?

That singsong tone soon found Nitmer covered in both milkshakes with a sudden sweep of her arm, the surge of energy bumping the floor up under him and sending the demon flying back on his ass. Retkan just glowered, hand resting to cup her chin and elbow digging to her floating throne of shadow. “I don’t have time for your petty indulgences of existence. My time is precious. Too precious to spend on such frivolous things while trying to make us a place where we can truly exist and thrive. Then.. then perhaps I’ll have time..”

Covered in freezing cold chocolate, Nitmer rather calmly lifted himself up with lips pursed. He listened to Retkan, just taking the time to wipe himself clean, literally peeling the liquid from him and dropping it into nothingness to expel it from their mutual dimension. “Yanno.. My fuckin’ petty indulgences of existence are part of ACTUALLY FUCKING EXISTING.”

Retkan recoiled at the outburst, quite taken back.

Nitmer wasn’t done, calmly stalking towards the demoness in odd contrast to the red-violet energy that blazed about him so violently. It even dug to the floor, absorbing the energy that had assembled it with its instability. “You’re so fucking set on your projects and walling yourself up in this dim fuck hole that you think is safe BUT YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT! I’ve stuck around for a long ass time, taken a lot of your bullshit, accepted the fact you’re willing to KILL A KID, heard YOUR petty complaints and you don’t even HAVE A LIFE!” He jerked his thumb at himself, metal claws giving a flex of those blades switching out, “AT LEAST I GOT THAT MUCH!” Nitmer glowered, pointing right back at Retkan suddenly, “You... you have NOTHING because you ARE NOTHING because YOU’RE AFRAID TO EVEN BE!”

Retkan was suddenly gone, only to be behind Nitmer in an instant. Only it wasn’t exactly her.. but HIM. Retkan took on that hulking 8ft form of muscle, which was fully put into a cheap shot of a flared punch to Nitmer’s head. Nitmer turned around just in time to receive it, head snapping back as his form flew backwards into the wall of their little dome, causing more cracks to ensue. He yanked himself free of the crackling energies, only to lunge at Retkan. He was fueled by that awkward moment when your crush turns into a bulky male during a heated argument and proceeds to kick your ass while you question your straightness because she can do that weird shit. The two blipped out, here and there, Nitmer far more skilled at dodging and combative prowess in general despite his own attacks were reckless and wild—just to a lesser degree than the untrained Retkan. With each strike landed, each crash into the limits of their little bubble, those violet cracks took on a glowing red hue that began to spread.

Nitmer finally crashed down, indenting the floor with a resounding crash. As he stood and hovered up, its foundation just seemed to almost pixilated away. His red gaze was locked on Retkan, claws giving a flex to catch the dim lighting as they gleamed with dark energy surging across the blades. “Yeah. You can’t even talk like this. Just a lumbering mass of FUCKING MISERY!” He met the other demon’s scowl with a cracked smile, a psychotic grin almost too big for his face that was highlighted by the red lights of the world falling apart around them. “But I can fiiiix that.. I can eeeend it all... and we’ll be together.. foreveeeer...” With claws extended and fingers at ready and ablaze, Nitmer lunged. His form was gone in a blink, only to appear behind Retkan as he threw the next punch to continue their fight.

The two battled on, strike for strike, hit for hit. However it was clear who the victor truly was as Nitmer managed to grasp Retkan’s arm and use his own momentum from a strike to toss the other upwards. Retkan slammed into the Glimpses up there, small green orbs of a look inward to preserved existences and insight to times shattering. That included a recall of what Mirages she had out at the time, a flurry of times and existences all crashing into her at once. Plus that odd collection she kept of sheer momentary looks at Fyu whenever she could grasp them, either herself or through others like his subjects. The green energy sparked across the demon’s form, tearing through the tattoos and flesh alike in a wild fury of bright blinding lights and ashen clouds.

By the time the scene cleared, an enraged, bulked Nitmer slammed his hand into what remained of the floor under them both, right next to the downed.. female Retkan’s head. His other hand swiped downward, stopping just in time as one of the blades drew a gash along her cheek, the others stopping short of her neck. With the whites of his eyes gone save for tiny, white pinpricks of pupils, Nitmer stared down at her. Frozen. He was so tense he froze in place save for a tremble, that white gaze darting from his shaking clawed hand to Retkan’s face, to her blood upon his blade. Back and forth, a moment literally paused in time as their shared tattoos flared, creating a dome of existence about them both and the ground they touched.

“Mmmmnngh...” Retkan stirred slightly, squinting her gray gaze open with a strange new light to those haunting eyes.

“Erk...” Nitmer remained there, frozen in place and at ready for her death and their likewise mutual end. He wouldn’t live without her existing somewhere; he wouldn’t accept that existence for himself.

Retkan tiredly lifted her hand, dainty fingers trailing up Nitmer’s cheek to his hair. She pulled back, only to have a small glob of chocolate milkshake remains on her finger. The demon promptly just lowered her hand to set her lips onto said finger and taste that concoction in her dazed, semi-blanked out state.

“R-retkan?...” In a small flash and simmering of his bodily markings, Nitmer’s crimson gaze returned and form lost its bulked body mass. His ‘I’m gunna kill you’ position hadn’t changed however, as Retkan seemed.. oblivious?...

The worn smile she gave him lacked her usual distance and distain, oddly matching her eyes. “I think.. we should go to an Earth.. after a.. a nap.. hmm... milkshakes...” With that, she was out, head turning aside and neck displayed for his onslaught or mercy.

Nitmer just stared down at her, confused as fuck. However it tickled something inside of him, his blades being flipped back to his clawed gauntlets save for the bloodied one, which he just licked clean with that forked blue tongue of his. The taste was beyond divine... Wordlessly he shifted stance, to scoop the unconscious Retkan into his arms as he stood up. However it’s at that time he actually noticed the destruction their tiff had caused... “Bummer..” He shrugged some, as Glimpses could always be created again. He had what he wanted there in his arms. Just as that reality crumbled under foot, he tore open a rift and stepped into it with a loud BLOOP and a very different Retkan.