Manly Duet [Active/ Closed
Characters: Hamel and Raiel
Content: Raiel is fed up with Hamel's emotional isolation and confronts him. Hamel releases harsh words he's been holding back for years. Things get settled the manly way.
Location: Voh Secret Hideout (an apartment near Madison Square park)
Time of day: Middle of the day, possibly noonish. three weeks after mazoku plot
Warnings: Harsh words, a lot of violence
To say that the last week was eventful was putting it lightly. Still at the end of it all, nothing had really changed, there were just the cold hard facts. He was still a monster and he had still killed a lot of people. His heart still belonged to a small holy princess that he could never be with without fear of grizzly consequences. He still couldn't play the violin without tarnishing his mother's beliefs. He still wasn't the hero that everyone thought he was.
Life was full of disappointments.
For Hamel, after trying for so long to deny such things, to find out that in the long run such a cold fact was something that could never be changed forced him to finally relent and accept it. He didn't have to be happy about it, (And let him tell you, he wasn't in the least) but why fight the impossible? It was sad really. When he had first arrived on this island city, he had thought it was his break from destiny. It would actually give him a chance to be normal, live a life without worries and take chances on things he couldn't before. Even when things became panicked, and he started to see so many self-proclaimed "good guys" cower and let themselves be subjugated to tyranny, he didn't it let cloud his dreams. Not everyone could be a hero after all.
Now after all that he had been through, he could see why so many had fallen. Manhattan didn't kill you. It broke you. It wore you down to the very bones and showed you just what you were incapable of. Any hope in either society or within yourself, Manhattan disappointed you.
It might have taken a little longer than the others, but Hamel was still there nonetheless and just like everyone else, he wasn't going to do anything about it. Instead of his normal overactive self, there now sat a calm and solemn man in a large, comfortable chair, reading a book. Despite many protests and worries, he still refused to eat any food, which would explain his usual glass of water that sat beside him on the small table. There was a certain irony that the book he was reading was Frankenstein, but there were probably very few who would want to point that out.
Content: Raiel is fed up with Hamel's emotional isolation and confronts him. Hamel releases harsh words he's been holding back for years. Things get settled the manly way.
Location: Voh Secret Hideout (an apartment near Madison Square park)
Time of day: Middle of the day, possibly noonish. three weeks after mazoku plot
Warnings: Harsh words, a lot of violence
To say that the last week was eventful was putting it lightly. Still at the end of it all, nothing had really changed, there were just the cold hard facts. He was still a monster and he had still killed a lot of people. His heart still belonged to a small holy princess that he could never be with without fear of grizzly consequences. He still couldn't play the violin without tarnishing his mother's beliefs. He still wasn't the hero that everyone thought he was.
Life was full of disappointments.
For Hamel, after trying for so long to deny such things, to find out that in the long run such a cold fact was something that could never be changed forced him to finally relent and accept it. He didn't have to be happy about it, (And let him tell you, he wasn't in the least) but why fight the impossible? It was sad really. When he had first arrived on this island city, he had thought it was his break from destiny. It would actually give him a chance to be normal, live a life without worries and take chances on things he couldn't before. Even when things became panicked, and he started to see so many self-proclaimed "good guys" cower and let themselves be subjugated to tyranny, he didn't it let cloud his dreams. Not everyone could be a hero after all.
Now after all that he had been through, he could see why so many had fallen. Manhattan didn't kill you. It broke you. It wore you down to the very bones and showed you just what you were incapable of. Any hope in either society or within yourself, Manhattan disappointed you.
It might have taken a little longer than the others, but Hamel was still there nonetheless and just like everyone else, he wasn't going to do anything about it. Instead of his normal overactive self, there now sat a calm and solemn man in a large, comfortable chair, reading a book. Despite many protests and worries, he still refused to eat any food, which would explain his usual glass of water that sat beside him on the small table. There was a certain irony that the book he was reading was Frankenstein, but there were probably very few who would want to point that out.