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Log; Complete
When; Friday morning-ish.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Fiore [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
undamaged] and Joshua [apostleofhope]
Summary; BAD TOUCH. No. Not reallya lot. Joshua returns to the Cathedral sans Nill and Fiore offers comfort.
Log;
Joshua; His world felt empty now. Suddenly, he had no sister. The girl who had been living with him for so long had fooled him. She wasn't Rosette. She was some other imposter.
Joshua had stepped out with her, but he returned alone. She was dead now, and it had been what she deserved.
Still, as he trudged down the hallway, the boy could still hear the sound of her laughter as he tickled her. He could hear her try to sing for him. So sweet...like his angel. Wasn't that what she had been?
Imposter. He didn't need anyone but his sister. He had given up his voice for that. Why hadn't he wanted her death to be painful? He should have wanted to hear her scream... Instead he had tried to make it as easy on her as possible.
Enraged, confused, and lonely, Joshua stopped outside the room that Fiore was holding Howl in. He didn't waste any time, merely stalking in and giving the man a good silent glare before promptly backhanding him hard enough to knock him clean out. Still, it didn't satisfy him... It was too easy. People were so weak.
With a scowl, his gaze drifted to Fiore before he turned to walk out, heading for one room and one room only. The room he had prepared just for Rosette. As he stood in the doorway, he ignored how spotless it was, instead staring hard as if looking for some kind of clue that this was all a nightmare.
Fiore; She took the sound of the older man hitting the floor as a cue and, after smoothing a wrinkle from her apron, she calmly stepped past the body to follow Joshua towards the room. He was enraged, it was easy enough to see the anger etched into his face and the reasoning behind it rang louder still. However, rather than play stupid, she folded her hands at her waist and looked over his shoulder, into the room.
"If you are hungry, I will prepare dinner shortly, Master Joshua," she murmured, a flicker of emotion behind her eyes as she glanced up at him. Mistress Nill would not be returning, and so there would be no more use for this room. Nor would she have to mind portions or enjoy the child's laughter again. It had been a welcome change, but it was fleeting as most things in the world were.
She waited at his side for his reply, but she expected little. It was a difficult time for the young master, after all, and the wounds would take time to heal.
Joshua; The mention of dinner only made him blanch and shake his head. He wasn't hungry.
Leaving the doorway, Joshua wandered into the bedroom to glance around, fingertips skimming the elegant dresser. After a moment's pause, the top drawer was yanked open for him to dig around and pull out one of he pajama tops, tailored to fit only her, wings and all.
Slumping down, Joshua found himself sitting right there on the floor as he stared at the top, hands trembling as if he wanted to shred it to pieces. Instead, the anger turned into something more like desolation. He would never find his sister. Even if he looked forever, he would just never find her.
Utterly miserable at this concept, he leaned back against the bed, dragging his nails against the lace along the sleeve.
Fiore; As expected, he hadn't said a word and thus the handmaiden decided that she had not yet been dismissed.
After a time, she ventured in after him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Whether it was in reassurance or just to get his attention was left to question as she slowly dropped to her knees and gave the blouse a brief glance. "She is as eager to find you as you are to find her," she began, never once looking at his face. "It is time, Master Joshua, that conspires against you. You are both searching for one another and, one day, you will both cross paths." Her brows knitted lightly, as if she were confused by her own words.
She turned then, to smooth some of his hair back. "I do not wish to see you in despair, Master Joshua." And yet she didn't know how to calm him in the ways that Nill and Rosiel could. She could only hope as her fingers gently raked through his hair, that he would understand her intentions. She withdrew her hand after a time, letting it settle in her lap as she let her eyes pass over the garment one last time.
Joshua; In frustration, Joshua flung the garment across the room, watching as it landed beside the book case. Just a blouse, but his new enemy nonetheless. He ought to burn it all, but merely couldn't bring himself to.
It took a lot of effort for him to lift his hand a little, signing out his response to her, being sure to spell out the names. I give up. Rosette is alive...she's in our world with Aion. I'm dead here. I'll never find her.
Actually signing it out made him rather choked up, and he suddenly flung his arms around her, leaning heavily into her as he sobbed against her shoulder.
Fiore; Fiore was somewhat startled at first, but she slowly relaxed and proceeded to slide one arm around him while the other drifted up to brush through his hair. It was an act that she was hardly accustomed to, and yet it seemed to come so natural to her, as if she had done it a million times over. Her fingers sketched an array of shapeless patterns along his back as she allowed him his tears, but not his sudden lapse in hope.
"No, Master Joshua," she began, staring over his shoulder at the garment he had tossed. "You must not give up. If you do not find her, then she will surely find you. Perhaps she is even closer than you think," Fiore murmured, leaning back a little to look into his face. "It will simply take time, and hope."
She traced a thumb across his cheek, painting it with tears.
Joshua; Somehow, Fiore always managed to calm him down. Even if he still felt miserable, he was suddenly feeling less melodramatic than he was only moment before.
Maybe she was right. Rosette would find him. Their love was too strong for them to be apart for much longer. Still, it was so hard for him to keep hoping, when he had been apart from her for so long. Knowing he was dead really didn't help. In restoring him, Rosiel had trapped him here.
With a sigh, he shut his eyes and let the tears slowly stop, sitting there and enjoying the comfort. It wasn't enough, though. He just wanted to forget all about that imposter. It had hurt too much, watching her walk to her death.
Joshua nuzzled against her shoulder affectionately before quite suddenly leaning up for a kiss. His hand was already snaking up her skirt to find the hem of one of her stockings, and then he pushed it back down until he could caress her bare ankle. He didn't mind clothes so very much, but her skin was so much warmer than his. It was comforting.
Fiore; The nuzzling came as little surprise and his lips, lightly puckered, were met by her own. If he desired a kiss, then she could not deny him, nor could she deny the hands that so desperately sought warmth. She was a doll, after all, and dolls were meant to be manipulated by their masters. Thus, when the stalking was ushered down, she shifted slightly so that he could easily reach her ankle.
Her fingers trickled down along his arms and came to rest at her sides, where they would remain until she had a better idea of where Joshua would like them to be. Fiore knew fully well that while the younger boy could never forget what had happened, that this would take his mind off of it for a short time. Time, no matter how brief, would be a blessing.
She did not wish him to suffer.
Joshua; Against her lips, Joshua started to murmur out her name silently, only to stop and pull back. Flashback. He could still remember how his supposed 'sister' always shied away from these sorts of touches, as if they were bad. There had been so much he had wanted to do to make her happy.
On any normal day, he might have just finished this quickly to sate his own desire. After all, Fiore was just a doll. His doll. But what if she wasn't? What if, just for the moment, she could be his sister? The thought alone was enough to make his blood suddenly burn, and Joshua's touches were suddenly full of worship.
The kisses he delivered were hardly there to seek comfort, instead attempting to deliver it, and his fingers grazed along her calf and thigh before pulling her taut against him. With an arm around her waist, he was able to lift her up with him just enough to set her on the edge of the bed. There, both hands moved to cup her face as he kissed her over and over again, eyes shut while he mouthed out Rosette's name between kisses.
Fiore; Her name had felt unfamiliar on his lips, but then he had stopped and she had slowly allowed her eyes to open again. He was thinking, but she couldn't be sure of what, until the air seemed to change. This, she decided, was much more familiar, how he mistakenly took her for his sister as he had done so many times before in the past.
Her eyes fluttered shut again and she accepted her newly acquired role without fuss. Each kiss was returned just as diligently as the last, without missing a beat, as she accepted this comfort as any newly-appointed sister would. Graciously. Her fingers had fisted the sheets at first and then, slowly, they had found their temporary place around his neck.
If this is the role she was meant to take, then she would do so without hesitation.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Fiore [
undamaged] and Joshua [apostleofhope]Summary; BAD TOUCH. No. Not really
Log;
Joshua; His world felt empty now. Suddenly, he had no sister. The girl who had been living with him for so long had fooled him. She wasn't Rosette. She was some other imposter.
Joshua had stepped out with her, but he returned alone. She was dead now, and it had been what she deserved.
Still, as he trudged down the hallway, the boy could still hear the sound of her laughter as he tickled her. He could hear her try to sing for him. So sweet...like his angel. Wasn't that what she had been?
Imposter. He didn't need anyone but his sister. He had given up his voice for that. Why hadn't he wanted her death to be painful? He should have wanted to hear her scream... Instead he had tried to make it as easy on her as possible.
Enraged, confused, and lonely, Joshua stopped outside the room that Fiore was holding Howl in. He didn't waste any time, merely stalking in and giving the man a good silent glare before promptly backhanding him hard enough to knock him clean out. Still, it didn't satisfy him... It was too easy. People were so weak.
With a scowl, his gaze drifted to Fiore before he turned to walk out, heading for one room and one room only. The room he had prepared just for Rosette. As he stood in the doorway, he ignored how spotless it was, instead staring hard as if looking for some kind of clue that this was all a nightmare.
Fiore; She took the sound of the older man hitting the floor as a cue and, after smoothing a wrinkle from her apron, she calmly stepped past the body to follow Joshua towards the room. He was enraged, it was easy enough to see the anger etched into his face and the reasoning behind it rang louder still. However, rather than play stupid, she folded her hands at her waist and looked over his shoulder, into the room.
"If you are hungry, I will prepare dinner shortly, Master Joshua," she murmured, a flicker of emotion behind her eyes as she glanced up at him. Mistress Nill would not be returning, and so there would be no more use for this room. Nor would she have to mind portions or enjoy the child's laughter again. It had been a welcome change, but it was fleeting as most things in the world were.
She waited at his side for his reply, but she expected little. It was a difficult time for the young master, after all, and the wounds would take time to heal.
Joshua; The mention of dinner only made him blanch and shake his head. He wasn't hungry.
Leaving the doorway, Joshua wandered into the bedroom to glance around, fingertips skimming the elegant dresser. After a moment's pause, the top drawer was yanked open for him to dig around and pull out one of he pajama tops, tailored to fit only her, wings and all.
Slumping down, Joshua found himself sitting right there on the floor as he stared at the top, hands trembling as if he wanted to shred it to pieces. Instead, the anger turned into something more like desolation. He would never find his sister. Even if he looked forever, he would just never find her.
Utterly miserable at this concept, he leaned back against the bed, dragging his nails against the lace along the sleeve.
Fiore; As expected, he hadn't said a word and thus the handmaiden decided that she had not yet been dismissed.
After a time, she ventured in after him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Whether it was in reassurance or just to get his attention was left to question as she slowly dropped to her knees and gave the blouse a brief glance. "She is as eager to find you as you are to find her," she began, never once looking at his face. "It is time, Master Joshua, that conspires against you. You are both searching for one another and, one day, you will both cross paths." Her brows knitted lightly, as if she were confused by her own words.
She turned then, to smooth some of his hair back. "I do not wish to see you in despair, Master Joshua." And yet she didn't know how to calm him in the ways that Nill and Rosiel could. She could only hope as her fingers gently raked through his hair, that he would understand her intentions. She withdrew her hand after a time, letting it settle in her lap as she let her eyes pass over the garment one last time.
Joshua; In frustration, Joshua flung the garment across the room, watching as it landed beside the book case. Just a blouse, but his new enemy nonetheless. He ought to burn it all, but merely couldn't bring himself to.
It took a lot of effort for him to lift his hand a little, signing out his response to her, being sure to spell out the names. I give up. Rosette is alive...she's in our world with Aion. I'm dead here. I'll never find her.
Actually signing it out made him rather choked up, and he suddenly flung his arms around her, leaning heavily into her as he sobbed against her shoulder.
Fiore; Fiore was somewhat startled at first, but she slowly relaxed and proceeded to slide one arm around him while the other drifted up to brush through his hair. It was an act that she was hardly accustomed to, and yet it seemed to come so natural to her, as if she had done it a million times over. Her fingers sketched an array of shapeless patterns along his back as she allowed him his tears, but not his sudden lapse in hope.
"No, Master Joshua," she began, staring over his shoulder at the garment he had tossed. "You must not give up. If you do not find her, then she will surely find you. Perhaps she is even closer than you think," Fiore murmured, leaning back a little to look into his face. "It will simply take time, and hope."
She traced a thumb across his cheek, painting it with tears.
Joshua; Somehow, Fiore always managed to calm him down. Even if he still felt miserable, he was suddenly feeling less melodramatic than he was only moment before.
Maybe she was right. Rosette would find him. Their love was too strong for them to be apart for much longer. Still, it was so hard for him to keep hoping, when he had been apart from her for so long. Knowing he was dead really didn't help. In restoring him, Rosiel had trapped him here.
With a sigh, he shut his eyes and let the tears slowly stop, sitting there and enjoying the comfort. It wasn't enough, though. He just wanted to forget all about that imposter. It had hurt too much, watching her walk to her death.
Joshua nuzzled against her shoulder affectionately before quite suddenly leaning up for a kiss. His hand was already snaking up her skirt to find the hem of one of her stockings, and then he pushed it back down until he could caress her bare ankle. He didn't mind clothes so very much, but her skin was so much warmer than his. It was comforting.
Fiore; The nuzzling came as little surprise and his lips, lightly puckered, were met by her own. If he desired a kiss, then she could not deny him, nor could she deny the hands that so desperately sought warmth. She was a doll, after all, and dolls were meant to be manipulated by their masters. Thus, when the stalking was ushered down, she shifted slightly so that he could easily reach her ankle.
Her fingers trickled down along his arms and came to rest at her sides, where they would remain until she had a better idea of where Joshua would like them to be. Fiore knew fully well that while the younger boy could never forget what had happened, that this would take his mind off of it for a short time. Time, no matter how brief, would be a blessing.
She did not wish him to suffer.
Joshua; Against her lips, Joshua started to murmur out her name silently, only to stop and pull back. Flashback. He could still remember how his supposed 'sister' always shied away from these sorts of touches, as if they were bad. There had been so much he had wanted to do to make her happy.
On any normal day, he might have just finished this quickly to sate his own desire. After all, Fiore was just a doll. His doll. But what if she wasn't? What if, just for the moment, she could be his sister? The thought alone was enough to make his blood suddenly burn, and Joshua's touches were suddenly full of worship.
The kisses he delivered were hardly there to seek comfort, instead attempting to deliver it, and his fingers grazed along her calf and thigh before pulling her taut against him. With an arm around her waist, he was able to lift her up with him just enough to set her on the edge of the bed. There, both hands moved to cup her face as he kissed her over and over again, eyes shut while he mouthed out Rosette's name between kisses.
Fiore; Her name had felt unfamiliar on his lips, but then he had stopped and she had slowly allowed her eyes to open again. He was thinking, but she couldn't be sure of what, until the air seemed to change. This, she decided, was much more familiar, how he mistakenly took her for his sister as he had done so many times before in the past.
Her eyes fluttered shut again and she accepted her newly acquired role without fuss. Each kiss was returned just as diligently as the last, without missing a beat, as she accepted this comfort as any newly-appointed sister would. Graciously. Her fingers had fisted the sheets at first and then, slowly, they had found their temporary place around his neck.
If this is the role she was meant to take, then she would do so without hesitation.