Another scene
Alexander hanging around Dartz and considering him a father figure amuses me to no end. XD; I think I'm focusing more on that than on him being around Alister because I don't want it to be like he really is a Yami-type being who's always with the Hikari.
Dartz shook his head slowly, watching as the strange creature curled up on the couch to sleep. Alexander spread his wings out for a brief moment, then relaxed as he carefully laid them over himself. He was especially cautious with his angel wing, due to its serious injuries. Not only had the appendage been torn, but the bone had been shattered in that spot as well. Dartz had managed to mend things as best as he could, clipping away the nearby feathers and then sewing the wing together. When he had wrapped it, he had placed a splint in as well, in order to help the bone as it healed. He had to admit that he did not know if the creature would be able to fly again. The bone might grow together in a disfigured way, twisting the wing and preventing it from helping Alexander to become airborne.
When Dartz had asked Alexander how he had gotten such injuries, the strange young man had responded that he had been fighting the Leviathan in its realm. "I was rejected by it, because I'm only part of a soul," he had proclaimed. "Then it tried to destroy me out of disgust, so I began fighting for my life . . . and his." Dartz had tried to demand what Alexander meant by that, but he had only given him the cryptic answer of, "I love him. I can't let myself be destroyed while he lives . . . or he won't be complete. He'll always be suffering, even though he won't understand why." Dartz had finally given up on trying to make sense out of everything, at least for the time being. After both Alexander and he himself had rested, then he would question the being again.
"He's such an odd bit of matter," he mused to himself, watching as Alexander slept on his stomach. "Who is he really? What is he? And why does he look so familiar to me?" He studied the fiery red hair as it fell limply around his face. "He almost looks like one of my former warriors . . . as a child. . . ." He paused, musing on this before shifting to a different question.
Why did I help him? He's such a pathetic, pitiful creature, hardly worth my time. And yet I bothered to fix his wing. Now it looks as though he's taking up residence here. The man frowned, sidestepping the bloodstains on the carpet as he went back to his desk.
The door opened slowly and Chris wandered in. Her eyes widened upon seeing the unusual creature slumbering on the couch in her father's office. "Father, what is this?" she asked in confusion. "What have you brought with you?" She bit her lip, admittedly concerned. She was not certain how stable Dartz's mind was now that it had at last been released from the Orichalcos's influence, and she did worry wondering if this entity was part of a new scheme that Dartz had concocted. She desperately hoped not, however.
"A wounded sparrow that has fallen from its roost," Dartz answered cryptically, crossing his arms. "I didn't bring him here---he simply arrived."
Chris looked, taking note of the bandages around part of the strange being's angel wing. Blinking in surprise, she moved forward and reached out, touching the feathers that were not covered by the gauze. "Where did he come from?" she exclaimed, petting the wing gently. It felt so soft to the touch, as a bird's wing would, and she was intrigued---though the sight of the demon wing made her uneasy.
"He fell from above," Dartz told her. "He's been saying perplexing things ever since. Perhaps if we allow him a good night's sleep, he will make more sense in the morning."
Chris swallowed. "Is he going to stay here?"
"I sincerely hope not," Dartz muttered.
Dartz shook his head slowly, watching as the strange creature curled up on the couch to sleep. Alexander spread his wings out for a brief moment, then relaxed as he carefully laid them over himself. He was especially cautious with his angel wing, due to its serious injuries. Not only had the appendage been torn, but the bone had been shattered in that spot as well. Dartz had managed to mend things as best as he could, clipping away the nearby feathers and then sewing the wing together. When he had wrapped it, he had placed a splint in as well, in order to help the bone as it healed. He had to admit that he did not know if the creature would be able to fly again. The bone might grow together in a disfigured way, twisting the wing and preventing it from helping Alexander to become airborne.
When Dartz had asked Alexander how he had gotten such injuries, the strange young man had responded that he had been fighting the Leviathan in its realm. "I was rejected by it, because I'm only part of a soul," he had proclaimed. "Then it tried to destroy me out of disgust, so I began fighting for my life . . . and his." Dartz had tried to demand what Alexander meant by that, but he had only given him the cryptic answer of, "I love him. I can't let myself be destroyed while he lives . . . or he won't be complete. He'll always be suffering, even though he won't understand why." Dartz had finally given up on trying to make sense out of everything, at least for the time being. After both Alexander and he himself had rested, then he would question the being again.
"He's such an odd bit of matter," he mused to himself, watching as Alexander slept on his stomach. "Who is he really? What is he? And why does he look so familiar to me?" He studied the fiery red hair as it fell limply around his face. "He almost looks like one of my former warriors . . . as a child. . . ." He paused, musing on this before shifting to a different question.
Why did I help him? He's such a pathetic, pitiful creature, hardly worth my time. And yet I bothered to fix his wing. Now it looks as though he's taking up residence here. The man frowned, sidestepping the bloodstains on the carpet as he went back to his desk.
The door opened slowly and Chris wandered in. Her eyes widened upon seeing the unusual creature slumbering on the couch in her father's office. "Father, what is this?" she asked in confusion. "What have you brought with you?" She bit her lip, admittedly concerned. She was not certain how stable Dartz's mind was now that it had at last been released from the Orichalcos's influence, and she did worry wondering if this entity was part of a new scheme that Dartz had concocted. She desperately hoped not, however.
"A wounded sparrow that has fallen from its roost," Dartz answered cryptically, crossing his arms. "I didn't bring him here---he simply arrived."
Chris looked, taking note of the bandages around part of the strange being's angel wing. Blinking in surprise, she moved forward and reached out, touching the feathers that were not covered by the gauze. "Where did he come from?" she exclaimed, petting the wing gently. It felt so soft to the touch, as a bird's wing would, and she was intrigued---though the sight of the demon wing made her uneasy.
"He fell from above," Dartz told her. "He's been saying perplexing things ever since. Perhaps if we allow him a good night's sleep, he will make more sense in the morning."
Chris swallowed. "Is he going to stay here?"
"I sincerely hope not," Dartz muttered.