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| Dante | Jun 20 2013, 04:25 PM Post #11 |
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"I can't expect you to feel like you have to... weigh my own problems like that. You have.. your own problems to deal with." She looked to her wings. "I have... freedom? I've won?" The thought jumbled in her mind like a die. Spinning and turning until finally slamming against one of the walls of her mind. "I've... won..? I... I cannot believe that. My father will lick his wounds and return. He always will. I have to be ready. I can never be truly free Takeo. Until that man is no longer breathing." She paused for a moment. "But I can't do it. I could not kill my father." For a moment the thought settled in. Free. She was free. Was that what these wings meant? Freedom? She chuckled. "Typical of Kyo-san. Belief is the strongest force in the world. The Archangels were fashioned after the angels of Christian belief for that reason. Gods, a figurehead. So that people had someone to look up to, for protection. We do not rule, we protect. The tenets ensured that." She smiled slightly, running her fingers around his cheek. "I saw potential in our strength at first. But it took until I had lost a part of myself to understand what I was meant to use this strength for." |
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| The One True Nobody | Jun 20 2013, 05:26 PM Post #12 |
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"...does this clockwork hand follow you... or guide you?"
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Takeo might have rolled his eyes, but his eyes weren't in any state for rolling. How the hell could he even begin to think of his own problems when everyone he cared about had all this shit to deal with? So what if he'd lost his eyes? What did that matter? It couldn't change. The best he could do about that right now was mope like a little baby. Just imagining what Dorian would say if he did that was enough to make Takeo's skin crawl. "What, are you looking for a permanent victory?" he said quietly. "Evil never goes away, we just keep fighting it so it doesn't destroy the world we want to live in. That's the way it's always been, for everyone. So what if you'll always need to be ready for your father's next big play? It's not as if we aren't on constant lookout for threats already." The subject of belief was an interesting one, though. Dorian had always, always been a little voice in Takeo's head that taunted and mocked him. That voice had only ceased to speak as Takeo became comfortable with who he was, with the idea that he could do something. With the idea that he could love and be loved. With the idea that he could function in the real world, that he didn't have to hide the person he'd become. His belief... was he moving away, then? Moving away from Dorian Gray? And now, without his eyes, could that even continue? Or would he, too, slide back into his own darkness? The darkness of impotence and fear to try? Takeo let his free hand fall back to his side, and took a breath. "I'm not sure what I can even do with myself right now because of this," he said. "I don't want to see the people who can do something with themselves get stuck on the same question." |
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| Dante | Jun 21 2013, 04:32 AM Post #13 |
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Aleksandria chuckled. "To think that I sounded like I wanted a permanent victory. I didn't want that. That wouldn't be enough. We have to stay ready." She smiled to herself and squeezed his hand tightly. "We. You aren't done with the Archangels yet brother. If you still wish to invest what you can, I would be more than grateful." The Russian sighed. "To think, months ago, I could have been the one responsible for this. A lot has changed. Perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse." Aleksandria didn't let go, contact was all that Takeo had to remind him she was there. "I am beginning to understand. I have beaten them both. I am free from their control. Free of their politics." She sighed to herself. "Thank you brother. I will... stay with you a little while longer. There isn't much time until the sun rises. We've been talking for quite a while." |
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| The One True Nobody | Jun 21 2013, 07:59 AM Post #14 |
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"...does this clockwork hand follow you... or guide you?"
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"I'd like it if you could stay," Takeo said quietly. His hand relaxed a bit under hers. If he had helped in some way, helped Aleksandria cope or come to grips with things, then that was good. That was enough. He could allow himself not to worry. "Time is... strange right now. Hard to track. Sometimes it feels like the hours pass in a blink. Sometimes I don't even notice when I've slept through them. All I have is noise." Takeo allowed himself to fully relax; if they were uninjured and uncovered, he would have closed his eyes. A hesitant smile worked its way onto his face. "I don't know how I can be of any use, but if I can be, I will," he said. "Let me know if you have any ideas. It would give me something to think about, if nothing else." |
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| Dante | Jun 21 2013, 08:16 AM Post #15 |
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"Then I will stay. It is the least I can do. I feel like you might have made a large step in figuring out just what these wings mean to me. The illusory freedom I flung around myself in protection? A reminder that I haven't quite learned what's important? The point is, I feel... like I'm beginning to understand." She frowned sympathetically. "If I could restore your vision, I would in an instant, brother." The Russian woman's tone was rather sorrowful. "You will be of use Takeo-san, you just need to continue down your path. We Archangels will continue to walk with you. If I have aided you by granting you wings, then I am glad we met. I am glad there is someone out there who thinks of Aleksandria Fyodor as a kind person." She looked to the window. "Not much longer, but I will stay as long as I can. I'll return soon though, just wait for the feeling of wind. My wings and the wings of all the others are around you Takeo-san. You are never alone." She gently worked her hand free before plucking a feather from her wings, leaving it on his chest. |
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| The One True Nobody | Jun 21 2013, 10:30 AM Post #16 |
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If wishes were poppy, Takeo thought, trying to keep himself from dwelling on the idea of restoring his vision. It was something that Takeo had to stop himself from thinking about every now and again, restoring his vision--rendering the attack on him as irrelevant as any other injury he might have taken in the ruins by sheer force of magical bullshit. It would solve all of the problems: his own, and his worries for how it would affect Tsubaki and Aleksandria. Knowing that the Archangels were there was comforting, but it wasn't something he'd needed reminding of. Their time together had been short, but he knew. He knew they wouldn't abandon him, or each other. A feather landed gently on Takeo's chest, and he smiled at the gesture. A nice little keepsake. Vaguely, he thought he should place it deliberately on the bedside table with his mp3 player, so that the nurses might know it was a gift, and not throw it away by mistake. But all her managed was to bring one hand over to it, stroking it gently with a finger. He found himself oddly reluctant to move beyond that. "Thank you, Aleksandria..." he said. A response to her staying with him. To her promise to visit again. To her allowing him to be part of the Archangels in the first place. To everything, really, his thoughts were terribly coherent anymore. He fell asleep again before the sun rose, not that he would have been able to tell by anything but Aleksandria's departure... |
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