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exsiliumlogs2013-10-12 09:00 pm
senseandcecilbility) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-12 09:00 pm
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Date & Time: October 12
Location: Some VR room
Characters: Kevin and OPEN
Summary: When faced with war, genocide and - God help us - time travel,flower power gardening is clearly the answer!
Warnings: Virtual flowers?
[Kevin took some time to comprehend the true potential of VR rooms, but now he believes he has finally nailed it. The Twining manor’s garden seems like the perfect place to start. He has known it for almost a decade, and it is very unlikely that his memory would fail him at something as simple as that. The result is a very archetypal British garden: just the right amount of wildness and reason, of darkness and light, of shady groves and rolling lawns, still ponds and lavish flowerbeds. The scent is just right, and so are the birdsongs and the soft breeze. If one takes their shoes off, one might even feel the wet grass under one's feet, and the gentle memory of morning dew.
He has considered keeping the door for that very private place locked, but the dimness of the moon base and the general gloomy mood of his fellow Transports have coerced him into leaving it ajar. He contents himself with discreetly hiding behind a lavender bush, wearing gardening gloves he doesn’t need, to work on an herbal patch that doesn’t really exist.
Naturally, the house steward andregent of the sun has not forgotten the most important make-believe detail of this long-gone land. Let the naysayers see for themselves what a proper sunny day in England feels like. ]
Location: Some VR room
Characters: Kevin and OPEN
Summary: When faced with war, genocide and - God help us - time travel,
Warnings: Virtual flowers?
[Kevin took some time to comprehend the true potential of VR rooms, but now he believes he has finally nailed it. The Twining manor’s garden seems like the perfect place to start. He has known it for almost a decade, and it is very unlikely that his memory would fail him at something as simple as that. The result is a very archetypal British garden: just the right amount of wildness and reason, of darkness and light, of shady groves and rolling lawns, still ponds and lavish flowerbeds. The scent is just right, and so are the birdsongs and the soft breeze. If one takes their shoes off, one might even feel the wet grass under one's feet, and the gentle memory of morning dew.
He has considered keeping the door for that very private place locked, but the dimness of the moon base and the general gloomy mood of his fellow Transports have coerced him into leaving it ajar. He contents himself with discreetly hiding behind a lavender bush, wearing gardening gloves he doesn’t need, to work on an herbal patch that doesn’t really exist.
Naturally, the house steward and
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It was not as bad during the first three billion years or so…Then it became somewhat confusing.
[He tugs a strand of Break’s hair, gently picking up a dry leaf that found its home there.]
This is part of what makes you all so treasurable. Besides, some of you go to heaven. And some keep returning. It is not the same, but...change is not as bad when one is fulfilling their wishes, is it?
[And that is why young master should remain William. That is what Solomon would have wanted.]
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"Us all." I take it you've acquired a little collection of "treasures," over the years, hm?
[ He'd imagined it would be sad for somebody like Kevin to form attachments to humans, as they would necessarily be so short-lived. But to be able to live through the hundred-year cycle of rebirth, and know when a person has come back....
He holds the little clover flower close and inhales its green perfume. It won't last the day; it will be wilted within an hour. ]
Like flowers.
[ He hands it to Kevin. ]
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What a social butterfly you take me for. There was just one.
[And he never got to "collect" him in the first place. He blushes a little at the admission. Exsilium has provided him with more human connections than he ever had. It is very exhausting, really. And terrifying to say the least.]
I keep meaning to apologize. For crushing your views on angels.
[For someone like Break, this must be a terrible thing. People like him need more hope than a mere Angel of Cruelty can provide.]
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[ How unexpected. Wouldn't an angel — wouldn't this angel fall in love as easy as breathing? He puzzles through this, absentmindedly reaching for Kevin's hand as he reclines. It feels natural, this light intertwining of their fingers...
That is, until he follows his thoughts to their logical conclusion. ]
Is that how you lost your wing?
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Break's question, though, is a complete different matter. He feels the tension build on his shoulders and looks away, even if Break cannot see the expression on his face.]
...It is not a sin for an angel to love humans. [He says carefully, and that is the best he can do, since he cannot deny the truth.]
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There is love and then there are mad crushes and he had lulled himself into believing that it was all harmless. Somehow love's madness had torn this pure creature apart. He'd lost a wing and been cast out of heaven. Break feels ill, suddenly. He sits up. ]
Haha, well...
This has been, er, lovely. But I suppose I ought to be getting back, you know. Things to do, and so forth.
[ He lets go of Kevin's hand (which he had been clutching tightly, he realizes in retrospect) and stands, straightening his jacket. He feels that old sensation of pollution: that he is, by his sinful existence, contaminating Kevin. ]
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P-please, it is not what you think!
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I owe him everything. H-he saved me.
[This is not something Kevin has managed to conciliate over the past three thousand years. Maybe he never will.
He holds Break's hand even tighter.]
He saved me, so please, do not make assumptions.
[Do not leave too.]
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....although, in a way, Break could say that the Will of the Abyss "saved" him. She took his eye and destroyed his reason for living, in granting his wish; but she gave him a purpose, too. However, that is not the sort of "saving" Kevin needs or deserves. He is no murderer.
Even so, through his own carelessness, he has allowed his life to become entangled with Kevin's, to the point that cutting things off cleanly would be too cruel. He manages to laugh lightly, and pat Kevin's hand. ]
Dear me, don't get so upset. I'm only going because I know that the longer I spend here, the harder it will be to go back to the real world.
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Human beings... are really exhausting. After a long moment of hesitation, he finally lets go of Break's hand.]
Is the air too fresh?
[He says that as an apology. He has put Mister Break through far more than necessary, hasn't he?]
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[ He suppresses a shiver, as Kevin lets go of him. He had begun to take it for granted: living in the divine radiance of an angel. It had warmed his soul, as the artificial sun here has been warming his skin. How much colder the world outside seems.
He flashes a grin. ]
That's a joke, by the way. We'll come here again sometime, you and me. I've enjoyed this very much.
[ A kind word and a little bit of hope will break the inevitable fall. Poor Kevin. ]
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Yes. [He replies a little too soberly, raising to his feet. And then with far more determination:] Yes, we will.
[That is a promise. This angel will not give up on someone like him.]
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We shall.... put together some supplies. Yes, that's what we'll do.
[ He's heading out towards the exit, yet amiably bumping shoulders with Kevin as he goes. It's familiar, but not flirtatious (in his mind, anyway). ]
Go get some tea — and cake~! We'll invite all sorts of people 'round and have a party, won't that be jolly?
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Maybe. Maybe the fake sun is just a little too warm.]
...I-I am not sure if we can ever bake such an amount of cake. Especially if you are invited.
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[ He disappears out the door.
...and then swings back inside and says in a loud stage whisper: ]
Don't worry~! Mister Gilbert will be delighted to help~!
[ Poof! He's gone.
...
(Kevin might find a clover chain draped over the doorknob) ]