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towerofanimus2013-08-17 04:09 pm
vermicompost) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-17 04:09 pm
I have called you children, I have called you son
Characters: Kariya and OPEN
Setting: Floor 100, mid-late in the week
Format: any; I'll match
Summary: Under the strain, Kariya completely loses his grip on reality.
Warnings: Standard Individuation warnings! Severe delusions. Chance of blood and body horror because Kariya.
[It's springtime, and the park is beautiful at this time of year. The flowers are blooming, and the leaves are gentle, lighter shades of green than they'll be when summer settles in with its weight and heat. Everything is new and fresh. Even the air feels light, and there's a gentle coolness on the breeze. He sits in the grass and leans back against one the trees, letting out a long, contented breath. His camera rests beside him on the ground.
It's a perfect day.
Sakura and Rin are playing on the swings, and he keeps an eye on them. They're laughing, Rin determined to swing the highest, each arc seeming to bring her a little closer to the sky, while Sakura keeps a steady, even rhythm, keeping up without trying to compete. His children. He loves them so much, his heart hurts. He puts a hand to his chest, but the pain is fleeting, and he smiles. He's so happy. He's never been happier.
He turns to the woman sitting beside him. His smile is for her, as well. Flowers and butterflies may be pretty, but she's the loveliest thing he's ever seen. He reaches out to take her hand.]
We should take them for ice cream later. They'd like that.
[In reality, Kariya is lying in the middle of the one hundredth floor, so weak he can barely move. He's surrounded by shadow children. They're speaking to him, but he doesn't react or so much as glance at them. He doesn't appear to be aware of them at all, his gaze bright and unfixed. The liquid in his collar is faded, but not pale, more of a sky blue.]
You're so quiet today. What are you thinking about, Aoi?
Setting: Floor 100, mid-late in the week
Format: any; I'll match
Summary: Under the strain, Kariya completely loses his grip on reality.
Warnings: Standard Individuation warnings! Severe delusions. Chance of blood and body horror because Kariya.
[It's springtime, and the park is beautiful at this time of year. The flowers are blooming, and the leaves are gentle, lighter shades of green than they'll be when summer settles in with its weight and heat. Everything is new and fresh. Even the air feels light, and there's a gentle coolness on the breeze. He sits in the grass and leans back against one the trees, letting out a long, contented breath. His camera rests beside him on the ground.
It's a perfect day.
Sakura and Rin are playing on the swings, and he keeps an eye on them. They're laughing, Rin determined to swing the highest, each arc seeming to bring her a little closer to the sky, while Sakura keeps a steady, even rhythm, keeping up without trying to compete. His children. He loves them so much, his heart hurts. He puts a hand to his chest, but the pain is fleeting, and he smiles. He's so happy. He's never been happier.
He turns to the woman sitting beside him. His smile is for her, as well. Flowers and butterflies may be pretty, but she's the loveliest thing he's ever seen. He reaches out to take her hand.]
We should take them for ice cream later. They'd like that.
[In reality, Kariya is lying in the middle of the one hundredth floor, so weak he can barely move. He's surrounded by shadow children. They're speaking to him, but he doesn't react or so much as glance at them. He doesn't appear to be aware of them at all, his gaze bright and unfixed. The liquid in his collar is faded, but not pale, more of a sky blue.]
You're so quiet today. What are you thinking about, Aoi?
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Hey, Aoi--after this, we should spend some time alone together, just you and me. Maybe we could go out. I'm sure we could find someone to watch the girls.
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[He can read his Master's desires in every word. He craves only a simple life: a wife to care for, children to raise, a life lacking in Magecraft or War. These are things others have obtained without much strife, but things which his Master has ever been denied.
He has them now, but they are False.
Yet Lancelot cannot but selfishly want him to enjoy them. To be happy this little while, even if that happiness is madness.
Both of them are selfish men, in their own ways. He strokes his Master's hair, gently. He looks so frail, yet he seems unaware of that fact.]
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[His hands play with Aoi's hair, so soft and dark.]
Can I have another kiss?
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[Obediently, he kisses his Master again, with the Tenderness he feels for him: his frail, strange Lord, their lips meeting more firmly this time.
The Kiss lingers.]
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[His fingertips are light on his Master's face, mapping the strange glyphs formed by the scars and veins there. A language only he can read. Only he can share his Master's Pain and Desire.
Lancelot deepens the kiss, sighing against Kariya's open lips as if breathing life into the man.
Yet there is Life in him yet, his Brave, Stubborn, Foolish Master. To think he once believed the Man a Heartless Coward. He has not much to give, apart from Bloody Service, but what he has, he gives freely--kissing his Master as he would a Lover. He finds himself more than willing.]