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Title: Lit Candle
Word Count: 600
Warnings: AmonxRobin mentioned. Post-series drabble, minimal spoilers.
Surely SOLOMON had realized it, just as he had, even before the collapse of factory and the disgraceful fall of Zaizen, the new black sheep that the organization’s propaganda machine was defacing. ‘Let them go on screaming like harpies about that for a while,’ Amon thought, as long as it kept the lit candle hidden from SOLOMON’S hunters. The longer it took headquarters to get in Japan and investigate for themselves, the stronger the candle would get. There would be no help from STN-J either, even when master hunters came sniffing around, because none of their former comrades knew where the candle and its dark cloak had gone.
Yes, he was still a dark shadow following the light of her, currently melded into the dark of an alleyway, but at least he knew what kind of shadow he was now. They both knew it now, although to be honest, she probably saw right through his darkness to its heart from the first glances they exchanged in Harry’s. He was an S-class hunter, and he knew a similarly qualified hunter when he saw one; his partner had never failed to raise red flags of caution in his estimation of her. Robin Sena was more than just the dreaded Eve of Witches, she was also a shrewd collector and dispenser of facts. And the cold truths that had been exposed to her about SOLOMON were ones she could neither turn a blind eye to nor keep the world deaf to. ‘Doujima might’ve said that Robin has a woman’s intuition that rivaled her own,’ he thought while watching her bargain, beg, and practically rob blind a sleazy vendor whose goods they would need to travel out of Kobe and whose prices were too much for their tight purses. She knew how to handle the people around her, alright, how to bring them fluttering like moths to a flame.
Even he had been seduced by her curious light, at times dark with mystery and danger, yet at others so cheerfully bright and welcoming he forgot that a beckoning fireplace like it could also burn him. Foolish to follow the flame around, equally silly to let a lit candle flicker out for no reason other than the fear of a few burns. Besides, he rather like his new talents, the ones her lit candle had dragged forth on their illuminating path to eliminate their former employer’s treachery and genocide. It was amusing to blend into the very shadows he had once been infamously aligned with in the witch’s ghetto, even been for the ironic awakening of his power. Perhaps it was a witch thing to known the abilities of others, even those that didn’t have the Craft pounding away in their heads and bodies. Robin certainly did. And Amon couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy having the freedom to show off the rest of his talents without fear of repercussions from society. Nobody cared if you kissed a sixteen-year old when you were obviously living on the fringe of society.
Yes, Robin was a lit candle alright, one that just might burn him and everyone else to the ground. But it she was a warm flame, someone he would enjoy and try not to smother with his residual darkness. They had plenty of time to get SOLOMON on its knees and burn it at its own stake, but every spare moment from the new hunt could be used to enjoy his lit candle, to shadow it and learn it nuances. Maybe someday he wouldn’t have to shadow her in a protective cover, and her lit candle could light up a better life for the two of them.
Word Count: 600
Warnings: AmonxRobin mentioned. Post-series drabble, minimal spoilers.
Surely SOLOMON had realized it, just as he had, even before the collapse of factory and the disgraceful fall of Zaizen, the new black sheep that the organization’s propaganda machine was defacing. ‘Let them go on screaming like harpies about that for a while,’ Amon thought, as long as it kept the lit candle hidden from SOLOMON’S hunters. The longer it took headquarters to get in Japan and investigate for themselves, the stronger the candle would get. There would be no help from STN-J either, even when master hunters came sniffing around, because none of their former comrades knew where the candle and its dark cloak had gone.
Yes, he was still a dark shadow following the light of her, currently melded into the dark of an alleyway, but at least he knew what kind of shadow he was now. They both knew it now, although to be honest, she probably saw right through his darkness to its heart from the first glances they exchanged in Harry’s. He was an S-class hunter, and he knew a similarly qualified hunter when he saw one; his partner had never failed to raise red flags of caution in his estimation of her. Robin Sena was more than just the dreaded Eve of Witches, she was also a shrewd collector and dispenser of facts. And the cold truths that had been exposed to her about SOLOMON were ones she could neither turn a blind eye to nor keep the world deaf to. ‘Doujima might’ve said that Robin has a woman’s intuition that rivaled her own,’ he thought while watching her bargain, beg, and practically rob blind a sleazy vendor whose goods they would need to travel out of Kobe and whose prices were too much for their tight purses. She knew how to handle the people around her, alright, how to bring them fluttering like moths to a flame.
Even he had been seduced by her curious light, at times dark with mystery and danger, yet at others so cheerfully bright and welcoming he forgot that a beckoning fireplace like it could also burn him. Foolish to follow the flame around, equally silly to let a lit candle flicker out for no reason other than the fear of a few burns. Besides, he rather like his new talents, the ones her lit candle had dragged forth on their illuminating path to eliminate their former employer’s treachery and genocide. It was amusing to blend into the very shadows he had once been infamously aligned with in the witch’s ghetto, even been for the ironic awakening of his power. Perhaps it was a witch thing to known the abilities of others, even those that didn’t have the Craft pounding away in their heads and bodies. Robin certainly did. And Amon couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy having the freedom to show off the rest of his talents without fear of repercussions from society. Nobody cared if you kissed a sixteen-year old when you were obviously living on the fringe of society.
Yes, Robin was a lit candle alright, one that just might burn him and everyone else to the ground. But it she was a warm flame, someone he would enjoy and try not to smother with his residual darkness. They had plenty of time to get SOLOMON on its knees and burn it at its own stake, but every spare moment from the new hunt could be used to enjoy his lit candle, to shadow it and learn it nuances. Maybe someday he wouldn’t have to shadow her in a protective cover, and her lit candle could light up a better life for the two of them.