towerofanimus | Helped give us the dawn of another day

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Helped give us the dawn of another day

Characters: Enoch and anyone; Enoch and Riki
Setting: Floor 1, Feb 1; men's bathrooms/the void, Feb 9; random place/admin levels, Feb 11, Feb 14, about the tower/void
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: Enoch attempts to outsmart the glamour and fails, then a little over a week later the void decides to be cruel. And then on a positive(maybe?) note, Enoch has a shot at making life for a certain group of hackers easier. Or harder.
Warnings: Suggestion of cannibalism in the first prompt, Valentine's mini-event in the last.

Feb. 1, dinnertime, Floor 1 (Warning for suggestion of cannibalism)

The sound of the elevator doors opening woke him from a half-sleep as he staggered to his feet and wandered, dazed, into the cafeteria.

That it smelled overwhelmingly of blood woke him up.

Cautiously, he approached the counter, and looked at the food available. It was something's heart, that's for sure. Hearts were probably a little too tough for him to eat, though, in this state. But the drink there...blood, for sure. Maybe it was his exhaustion or maybe he just didn't want to go chance that piece of candy he had in his trunk, but he didn't want to just walk away without eating anything. It wasn't really blood, after all. Maybe he could force his tongue to taste it as it really was.

So he took a glass and raised it slowly to his lips. As he tilted it back, he thought, water, it's only water, it's only water...

But it was blood that hit his tongue and throat, and he gagged on it, dropping the glass and doubling over in a coughing fit as his body rebelled against it, his mind too weak from exhaustion to rein in his gag reflex.

If you missed the display, he can be found at one of the tables, his head in his arms, looking sickly pale.

(Warning end)

Feb 9, Dorm 3 men's restrooms and hallways/The Void, most of the day

Those of you who enter the men's restrooms on dormitory level 3 might see an interesting sight: A pair of jeans and sandals, and a weapon, familiar to those who know Enoch. Eventually a good samaritan will take them back to his room for him, but Enoch himself?

Well, people who vanish into the void today could catch a glimpse of him, dressed in nothing but a towel and looking very displeased.

So, too, could he be found that evening, walking back from the restrooms, still dressed only in a towel. As much as he'll appreciate the gesture of keeping his things safe, when he does find they're safe, it also means he's forced to walk to his room like this, and he knows that not everyone is okay with such a thing.

Feb 11, various, closed

Enoch is getting stronger and stronger by the day, despite being set back by a bad cold. He's still on the weak side, but stairs aren't so much a chore anymore, as long as it's not jumping-intensive like the low-gravity level. He still falls asleep in the elevator sometimes, and he still has to rest after a certain number of flights of stairs upwards, but he's doing much better. Perhaps now would be a good time for Riki to have that discussion that was requested of him.

Feb 14, all around the tower. (please state where you are) ((Only one person may find his bear, first come, first serve. < user name="brbtalkingtogod"> has found it.))

Something is different about Enoch today. He's got a crimson heart painted on his chest, and a familiar note attached to his jeans. He seems to be wandering about a lot more than he should today; in fact, you may find him napping hidden in a corner somewhere, the exhaustion wearing him down faster than it should. But you're more likely to find him moving about as if searching for something, himself, particularly in the second block, though he may have wandered anywhere.

If he's on good terms with you, you may be met with a glare, and he'll move away from you. At the very least. Who knows what might happen if you persist. But perhaps you've found his bear? It's on floor 59, tied to one of the racks. How convenient.

Or maybe he's found yours! Considering he's already searching, he's bound to come across bears he isn't looking for. He may even be carrying it around, looking for its owner, or for something to cut it open with. He may have been turned bitter and hateful towards many by the effect, but he is still a hero at heart, and won't just leave them be. If his hands are full, he may just leave them in more obvious places. And the thing about looking for something to cut it open with? He may just ask you for a knife or a sword, even if he hates you now. He still has to do the same thing.

So, whatever your reason: dare you approach?

Or, if you are luckier, you may find him after his heart has already been returned. He's still searching for bears, it seems. Though, sometimes...sometimes, if you catch him resting, he will seem on the verge of tears, and turn away not in disgust, but shame. He may doze off when he rests but you are less likely to find him sleeping, overall, and he will seem more exhausted. ((Please state that you have found him with his heart returned to avoid confusion.))

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Enoch, unfortunately, took that statement to mean what he'd said under the reversal effects. His shoulders tightened and there was a long breath that sounded as if he was trying to keep from crying.

"What I said? The spirit of it may have been forced, but I'll...I'll talk about anything, if you want to hear."

"Actually..." It wasn't what he was trying to get at. It was about what he said to him once he had his heart back. Maybe it was for the better to leave it as it is and not mention it again.

But then why did it make him feel uncomfortable? Why couldn't he bring himself to say it?

"... the things you said when you were back to normal..."

The things he'd said...? What he'd said, exactly, was fuzzy. He did remember the gist of it, though. "That I never hated you? I meant it..." He reached over and covered Lucifel's hand with his own for a brief, affirming squeeze. "You're so important to me, Lucifel. There's no one in my life more important. I could never hate you."

He stared at him for a long time. Was he getting this right? The gestures the words... Why was he even wondering about this? Seriously, it was confusing him so much.

"... That I'm someone you love?" Love. The Feeling that made all angels he knew fall.

Enoch nodded and finally afforded the angel a tiny smile. "Yes. Very much. I can't remember a time without you. You've kept me alive and sane. You've been there for me in the worst of times... It would put my ability to feel into question if I had no love for you at all."

"..." Lucifel tried to cover his face with his free hand, taking a deep breath. If this wasn't awkward then he didn't know what it was how he was feeling right now.

"Which kind of love?"

"Which kind...? I...I wasn't thinking of-..."

A sudden pause. When he'd been drunk, he'd jumped to a conclusion about something he'd said...

His voice is soft, tentative, though his hand doesn't move.

"...You've...you've said something similar before. Is there something you aren't telling me, Lucifel?"

The hand covering Lucifel's face dropped to his side and he turned his head to look at the scribe with confusion.

"... We don't have any issues, do we?"

This talking sure made him feel like they did. Things they haven't talked about, misunderstandings, one after another... not like Enoch hadn't become important to him after all these hardships.

"Something feels off to me..."

Enoch was silent for a moment, thinking through the conversation as best he could. "It sounds as if we're both missing about something...or are trying to have two different conversations."

"That it does..." The archangel then looked down at their hands and stared at them for a while. All of this was just really confusing... he never had problems to speak about things with Enoch.

Enoch followed Lucifel's gaze down to their hands, as well. He'd kept his hand there for the warmth and contact, but looking at it here...it really was questionable, in this state. He moved his hand away, then, resting it beside Lucifel's own, instead.

"...What kind of love do you want it to be?" he asked, finally.

"What kind? Enoch, I'm not allowed to, you know that..." They had seen what happened to the Grigori. He didn't want to be the same as them. Besides, what made the scribe think that HE wanted it to be a different kind of love.

"I didn't know, in fact... But being allowed or not is...pointless. Feelings aren't a thing one can simply turn on or off like this motorcycle here."

He folds his arms, as if protecting himself from cold. "I'm only saying that...however you feel, whatever kind of love you want to see me express...I'll do it. I can be a friend to you, I can be a confidant, and I can try to be a lover, as well, if that's what you want. My own feelings...it hurts to gauge them now. So all I can do is try. Whatever you want, I will try to make my love for you something that makes you happy."

"You do remember why the Grigori fell, don't you?" And Lucifel didn't want to fall. But... what Enoch said made sense too.

"... You're not making this sound good, you know... it sounds more like forcing you into a role..." At least in that regard he knew what he wanted and he didn't want that to happen.

And did the topic start to revolve around him?

"I know. But love isn't something that makes every person act a certain way. Love is complex. It's different for everyone, and for every situation."

The way he folded his arms was slowly but surely becoming less like warding off a chill and more like self-hugging. He didn't want to introduce conflict into Lucifel's mind like this. But he already had. "...I'm not going to be forced into anything. Didn't I say this was something I want to do? Don't worry about me. I'm happy to be your friend now, and I wouldn't mind it if you wanted more than that either. The way that I love you isn't as important as the fact that I love you...especially now that I've had a taste of hating you, wanting to hurt you."

Edited (typo) 2014-03-05 23:19 (UTC)

"... Is that so..." Perhaps he shouldn't have brought this topic up. Had he known where this conversation would be heading then he would have decided against it.

He didn't know how to respond or what to do. Or what he wanted. What he felt. "How can you say that so easily?" Don't worry about me. Was he serious? Good for him that he had a free will, but... but... "Don't just adapt yourself to me or others! Hell, I don't even know if I want or feel that way!"

Lucifel hadn't wanted to lash out at Enoch like this, but he just felt so conflicted.

"You're too important to me to do something like this to you!" ... Ah. This would only make things worse...

"But it's-..." He sighs. "I'm not saying you should feel that way, and I'm not...I'm not doing anything that will harm me. I don't know, either, I never know until it's simply happened. And that's why, if it happens to you, I'm willing to give it a try. Because I may feel or come to feel the same way."

He looks up at the ceiling. "That's the way it was with Armaros. It was a month after he'd confessed his feelings for me that my own heart was completely at ease with it. I've...I suppose I've been hurt too many times to understand how I feel right away. So it's all right. What you want will come to you in time, and I will be ready for any of it. We'll always be friends, after all."

"... I'm sorry Enoch..." For yelling at him. "I just... don't know what to make of this." Lucifel buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath before he continued to speak.

"What... what if this is what leads to my fall?" He didn't want to fall. And he didn't want Enoch to blame himself and be broken by this.

"It's all right. We'll handle that if it comes to it." Enoch reaches out and wraps an arm around his shoulders, giving him a tight one-armed hug. "You don't even know that you feel that way. Let's not worry over something that only has a chance of coming to pass. Besides, I doubt it would cause you to fall. I don't live on Earth anymore."

"..." The archangel leaned into the hug and his hands dropped to his sides once more. There was truth to his words, but they still wouldn't know how He would react if it ever came this far.

Enoch turned to hug him with both arms when he leaned into it. "It's all right. It will all be all right...we'll find our way out of this."

Who would have ever thought that Lucifel out of all beings would ever willingly lean into a hug? Or physical affection and comfort in general.

"... I mean what I said earlier. That you're... important to me." Well, saying it again felt a little awkward.

"That means a lot to me." He hugged Lucifel a little tighter. "Thank you."

"... You're welcome." Now he really wished to cover his face somehow. As stupid as it was, he didn't want to be seen like this.

Lucifel would have to say so. After all of this, Enoch clung tightly to him, needing the comfort and contact as much as Lucifel had, himself.

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