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tampered2006-05-21 11:14 pm
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Log: Ongoing
When; Dawn of a day just after Rosiel’s arrival, when wasn’t a special date (no haru attack, haiku, door problem, heat or visits to the Cathedral).
Rating; PG/PG-13?
Characters; Rosiel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
r_o_s_i_e_l), Alexiel (againstgod), Lucifer (alexielobsessed), Cain Knightlord (evilbeneath), Gabriel/Jibrielle (bytwonames), Esther Blanchett (gentlehearted) & anyone who wants to join (preferably from Trinity Blood or Angel Sanctuary).
Summary; The Twins met at last. Much angst, jealousy, tears and falling feathers.
Log;
It was early or late, depending how people measured time. They would attract less attention if they met at dawn. Thus, when the darkness was fading and the first sunlight hit the rooftop, Alexiel met with her companions to adjourn in direction of the Cathedral.
The lights of the City never dimmed, much unlike that coming from the stars above. They were less bright when contrasting on the pink and orange hues that replaced the deep blue that had marked the night. The air was chilly yet she did not feel cold, even with her thin cloak covering her and concealing her features.
Rosiel was everything to her. The climate, the city and the lights above meant nothing when came to her brother. Even those beside her.
He was there, so close, at her mere reach. Alexiel speeded the pace, wordlessly leaving the men’s side. Thousands of things troubled her thoughts, millions of things she wanted to say to her brother, do when she saw him. The anxiety increased with the damn ticking of the carousel; it was the first time it bothered her.
Alexiel controlled her feelings and paused, looking over her shoulder to wait for Cain and Lucifer. Men. They were so slow. But in their company she would not hear the ticking.
Rating; PG/PG-13?
Characters; Rosiel (
r_o_s_i_e_l), Alexiel (againstgod), Lucifer (alexielobsessed), Cain Knightlord (evilbeneath), Gabriel/Jibrielle (bytwonames), Esther Blanchett (gentlehearted) & anyone who wants to join (preferably from Trinity Blood or Angel Sanctuary). Summary; The Twins met at last. Much angst, jealousy, tears and falling feathers.
Log;
It was early or late, depending how people measured time. They would attract less attention if they met at dawn. Thus, when the darkness was fading and the first sunlight hit the rooftop, Alexiel met with her companions to adjourn in direction of the Cathedral.
The lights of the City never dimmed, much unlike that coming from the stars above. They were less bright when contrasting on the pink and orange hues that replaced the deep blue that had marked the night. The air was chilly yet she did not feel cold, even with her thin cloak covering her and concealing her features.
Rosiel was everything to her. The climate, the city and the lights above meant nothing when came to her brother. Even those beside her.
He was there, so close, at her mere reach. Alexiel speeded the pace, wordlessly leaving the men’s side. Thousands of things troubled her thoughts, millions of things she wanted to say to her brother, do when she saw him. The anxiety increased with the damn ticking of the carousel; it was the first time it bothered her.
Alexiel controlled her feelings and paused, looking over her shoulder to wait for Cain and Lucifer. Men. They were so slow. But in their company she would not hear the ticking.
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"You're here too?" she stared, pushing a stray lock of red hair from her eyes and watching Lucifer carefully.
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And reached out, stroking her cheek almost tenderly, "Dated artifacts like that boy you are with. Do you really think it would work? Would his touches be so tender, his words so kind when you are old and wrinkled and fat?"
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Now she knew what he was talking about. Of course. Ion was a Methuselah and would long outlive her. It was a jarring thought, but not one she hadn't pondered before. Still, to hear it phrased like that was far worse. "M-maybe not. But Ion will always be my friend," she countered, lifting her chin just an inch in a small show of defiance.
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