Night 59: Men's Bathrooms (M41-M80)

[deadlyjuliet]

[from here]

Exquisite. There was no other way to describe being in a hall one moment and then suddenly appearing in the restroom in less time than it took the rest of the Institute to take a breath. This place was dark as always and Grell grinned as he realized it didn't matter this time. A death god's eyes, nearsighted as they might be, were

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[falseblack]

There were many paths Albedo could have taken. Multiple reactions he could gloss over, enough factors to bring to ruin. They were what they were, and he wouldn't be wrong to let promises pass with his own brand of acknowledgment. Nigredo wasn't lying, but he must be getting bothersome. He had dealt his cards--all lackluster and empty in the way of will. To others, this would have been sufficient, but of course, Albedo would have none of it.

Thus, the youngest hadn't a clue. And what had come (a question and a smile) was dead last in his expectations.

His mind knew the quote before he could place the origin. Green eyes widened in surprise, the smile dispersing, and he found himself stuck in repeats. Isn't it? To have bloodily approved the ancient truth. Nigredo recalled with perfect clarity; for it, he could place blame on the entity laced in the waveform pressed against his. There was a shift here, and he couldn't say he knew the reasons. {It...}

It would be forgiven, his weakness. Albedo would touch him as though wanted, a mimicry of another night. He inhaled sharply as his reasoning diminished, and the child wasn't sure on its reality. {It is?} His expression crumbled. {I broke my promise. You know...} What you killed. It could not be so simple as that.

{You would forgive that so quickly?} It couldn't be so straightforward.

[purpletaint]

And here, Albedo was able to see Nigredo. As he was without any of the masks at the moment. And what should he find at the center but hesitant insecurities and disbelief? Albedo wouldn't have thought it but here it was--there was need here, need of a kind that he understood. That one's actions or lack thereof were fine, because if those were not fine, you were not fine. And that was something that must be true.

Little by little, it was becoming apparent. Piece by piece, Albedo was becoming what Nigredo needed.

But not quite yet.

Albedo sighed and leaned back, shifting the arm against Nigredo to see. It had slowed to clot but that would ruin when he lifted his arm away. Still. He looked at Nigredo through half-lidded eyes, smiling secretively. "Forgive you so quickly?" he repeated casually. "There's nothing to forgive." There was anger probably, somewhere, enough to raise his hand against Nigredo at a later time, but that had vanished with this reaction. Nigredo had risked himself, but he wouldn't again. There was faith there, solid and sharp.

{You broke your promise,} he agreed calmly, smiling, as he made clear his thoughts. {But you won't again. You'll call me, and I'll come to you. So you're forgiven, dear one.}

[falseblack]

He would say there was nothing to forgive, but the deed had been done. Nigredo was absolved. The sin of his weakness released. He had foreseen none of the results, and in fact, the child had anticipated heavy resistance for being who he had become. Its absence, therefore, struck a chord, his heart beating faster than could be counted. He wondered if he wasn't missing as much as originally thought. Questioned if what was in front of him was the very thing sought for.

(He didn't know what he sought.)

It was uncharacteristic. It was unsuitable for an exemplary U.R.T.V., but Nigredo wanted to know--fiercely, as evident by the hand that fisted in his brother's shirt as the other adjusted. {Even if I make a mistake?} he questioned. {Even if I'm something you shouldn't protect?} When he was better off obliterated from their lives, would Albedo forgive him for existing?

Such an act would place Albedo in a different sphere than Rubedo, and Nigredo wished to see another become steady ground.

An affirmation to desperately keep.

[purpletaint]

Albedo halted in his movements, the want to shift and move dispersing at Nigredo's intent hold. His brother's eyes showing more emotion than Albedo had seen in days. Surprise skirted through the older Variant, showing clearly, then his expression softened. He leaned downward to repeat his action, lips pausing longer than before. Albedo shifted back, smiling at his brother. {I like you when you're open like this,} was the quiet thought, sincere and clear.

But there were things to answer, weren't there? Things Nigredo needed, and Albedo wouldn't withhold. Especially when it seemed Nigredo had completely misunderstood. {You'll make mistakes,} he gave quietly. {I'll make them, too; more than you.} This given with a wry smile, and a subtle shine of color to his eyes. Albedo's mistakes would be both accident and not, and he would hold to them all the same. As for the other point....

Albedo was quiet. Then he spoke unabashedly, tone level and lacking melody. "I did protect you, Nigredo. You are what I will protect." What needed to be protected, whether his brother realized it or not. {I care for you.} I love you. {And I should protect you.} He held his brother's eyes, then continued. "There's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing for me to shun or push aside."

{It's fine.}