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tampered2007-04-08 01:36 pm
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Log; Complete
When; April 8th, morning
Rating; PG?
Characters; Adam {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misplaced_anti} & Alexiel {againstgod}
Summary; With Adam's Anti-Christ tendencies aroused by the events of the night previous, he gets it in his mind the world should be fixed. Thankfully, Alexiel is around for some damage control and invites the boy flying.
Log;
The world was screaming.
... Not so much screaming as thrumming, a feeling deep within him that told him everything was wrong. Look at it. The boy's eyes looked down from the edge of the roof at the people below, moving, so small. Just like ants. Alexiel... she was good. She didn't need to be fixed like the others, and she was going to take him flying. ... Flying.
He'd stood beside War the night before. He'd gone to make sure she wouldn't... wouldn't make things worse, wouldn't try and intervene, or... he didn't know. Adam had gone, but instead of the outcome he expected... it was just going to be a rescue, right? People had gotten kidnapped and they were going to be rescued and that was good, right?
But it was all wrong, it had been so wrong, the people, the violence, the god-thing, the blood, the sacrifice... He'd been sick. And he still felt sick, because the world felt sick.
Crouching, he huddled in on himself at the roof's edge, eyes peeking out over his knees, brow furrowed. He... He could fix it. It felt like last time, when he'd realized just how wrong everything was. Except there wasn't much to stop him now. No Tadfield to save. Nothing to tie him. ... A world that needed fixing.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Adam {
misplaced_anti} & Alexiel {againstgod}Summary; With Adam's Anti-Christ tendencies aroused by the events of the night previous, he gets it in his mind the world should be fixed. Thankfully, Alexiel is around for some damage control and invites the boy flying.
Log;
The world was screaming.
... Not so much screaming as thrumming, a feeling deep within him that told him everything was wrong. Look at it. The boy's eyes looked down from the edge of the roof at the people below, moving, so small. Just like ants. Alexiel... she was good. She didn't need to be fixed like the others, and she was going to take him flying. ... Flying.
He'd stood beside War the night before. He'd gone to make sure she wouldn't... wouldn't make things worse, wouldn't try and intervene, or... he didn't know. Adam had gone, but instead of the outcome he expected... it was just going to be a rescue, right? People had gotten kidnapped and they were going to be rescued and that was good, right?
But it was all wrong, it had been so wrong, the people, the violence, the god-thing, the blood, the sacrifice... He'd been sick. And he still felt sick, because the world felt sick.
Crouching, he huddled in on himself at the roof's edge, eyes peeking out over his knees, brow furrowed. He... He could fix it. It felt like last time, when he'd realized just how wrong everything was. Except there wasn't much to stop him now. No Tadfield to save. Nothing to tie him. ... A world that needed fixing.