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Log; Ongoing
When; December 16th, midnight
Rating; PG/PG-13
Characters; Alessa![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alessalearnt, Xulchibara revelations9x6 & God (NPC)
Summary; God visits Alessa in a dream, and Xulchibara wants to see his creator.
Log;
Black feathers began to litter Alessa's bed one by one as the curse ended. She felt no pain, being trapped in the bonds of slumber, her blankets tucked in securely around her. A soft sigh emitted from her lips as her dream began to unfold.
She was in the middle of nowhere. Mountains covered with a grassy plain surrounded her from all directions. The sun filtered through the clouds, and a comforting breeze flowed through the air. Alessa climbed up the hill in front of her, finding comfort in this strange sanctuary which was cut-off from the City and everywhere else.
When she got to the top of the hill, there lay a single oak tree, its green leaves swaying in the wind. Attached to one of branches was a wooden swing, which sat unoccupied, inviting. Alessa approached it slowly, when she felt it. The very air around her seemed to shift, and then returned to normal.
"...Alessa."
The dark-haired girl turned to see a red-haired woman, whose brown eyes spoke of unending sorrow standing behind her.
"....mother...?"
Rating; PG/PG-13
Characters; Alessa
alessalearnt, Xulchibara revelations9x6 & God (NPC)Summary; God visits Alessa in a dream, and Xulchibara wants to see his creator.
Log;
Black feathers began to litter Alessa's bed one by one as the curse ended. She felt no pain, being trapped in the bonds of slumber, her blankets tucked in securely around her. A soft sigh emitted from her lips as her dream began to unfold.
She was in the middle of nowhere. Mountains covered with a grassy plain surrounded her from all directions. The sun filtered through the clouds, and a comforting breeze flowed through the air. Alessa climbed up the hill in front of her, finding comfort in this strange sanctuary which was cut-off from the City and everywhere else.
When she got to the top of the hill, there lay a single oak tree, its green leaves swaying in the wind. Attached to one of branches was a wooden swing, which sat unoccupied, inviting. Alessa approached it slowly, when she felt it. The very air around her seemed to shift, and then returned to normal.
"...Alessa."
The dark-haired girl turned to see a red-haired woman, whose brown eyes spoke of unending sorrow standing behind her.
"....mother...?"
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He had been unable to move or to speak further at all, really.
Her eyes...He remembered those eyes, and as she had whispered to him the soft and comforting things Mothers tell thier children to shush them in times of distress, He had closed his burning eyes entirely.
It hurt too much to watch her walk away again, so He didn't......He couldn't.
Xulchilbara remained kneeling, eyes closed, head tilted back so that the tears ran in silent tracks from the corners of his eyes, though they remained shut completly.
Alessa spoke tentatively to Him, but the only sign He gave that He heard her was a slight stiffening of his shoulders.
The Red God slowly reached one hand, and then, almost as though any movement at all was terribly taxing, He raised the other to rest lightly against her.
One ran a soft touch up her thigh, and the other alighted behind her knee.
The stinging sweetness of His touch was muted, but purposefully. Xulchilbara did not think He could keep any sort of control over himself just now.
....Best not to tempt either of them on any level.
The touches were light, and somehow communicated that this was just a need to feel her near...to be in direct contact with His daughter, His lover.....His most trusted friend.
Possibly...His only true friend.
With that stillness which truly marked him out as not human, as 'other', He stayed on the dream-scape's soft grasses.
In utter silence, and profound stillness....He wept.
He wept for the grief, the loss, and the rage at a race that had been given something so very precious, and had only used it, taken, and taken, and taken from it until it had nothing left to give.
The old hurts, the old thoughts leaked from His distress to hang heavily in the air between them.
ThEy tOoK HER aWaY....ShE gAvE, aNd GaVe, aNd GAVE tO tHeM...AnD ThEy tOoK EVERYTHING fRoM hER.
His touch stiffened to ball some of the fabric of her dress into His fists as the pain-laced anger leaked like drops of acid from his thoughts.
I AvEnGeD HER...I AvEnGeD hEr oN eVeRy DaMnEd oNe oF tHeM WhO cOuLd OnLy WhInE, aNd bLeAt FoR MORE of tHe PaIn SHE DIED TO SAVE THEM FROM.
The tears were a steady stream of liquid, light-kissed, crystal...though they were taking on a deep crimson hue; like spun garnets.
I mIsS HER.....I miSs HER sO MUCH!
......And He then did something that Alessa, knowing Him better than any other within the Nameless City, would know for what it was; A moment of vulnerability.
A moment that came only once, and would never come again.
....He cried...and leaned his forehead against her to let the nearly imperceptible, and very occasional shudder of grief pass over him for long moments.