I've Dreamed of Killing You - Castle Oblivion - [COMPLETE]
Zexion did not immediately return to his room as he intended. After leaving the Superior he lingered in the hallways, just wondering the corridors and following that unique scent that was so obvious in a place like Castle Oblivion. Outside it had always been a cacophony of things, too many scents to sort through, each one of them meaning even less than the last, but here any scent was amplified by the sheer emptiness of the hallways.
There were flowers in many of the rooms, and beneath that the scent of the people that had passed through the Castle; not only the boy, the witch, and the traitor but something else very faint. There was a scent that Zexion did not recognize. He came to a stop outside one of the many rooms, nostrils flaring slightly as he tried to break down the unique little components of it. It was a human infected with darkness, a test subject perhaps, and by the scent of it one that belonged to Axel. He smelled blood and darkness intermingled, but when he moved away from the door and took another deep whiff he realized that the subject could not have died in the Castle. That would smell for a long time after, and there would have been far more blood or residual darkness.
How curious that it had been allowed to linger there so long, and then simply set free. He doubted Axel had reason to kill the thing outside of the castle, and he doubted further that it had belonged to the boy. Though both their scents lingered on everything, it was Axel's that remained strong in the room.
"..."
He abandoned the door for the time being; there was more interesting business to attend to. He'd promised himself he would wait, avoid Axel until he had formulated a plan of some sort, but he found himself drawn to the man's scent. He could not wait another day, another week, another minute. There had been too much hatred bottled up for far too long and now this was the only direction it flowed in. The Superior had not asked for him to be destroyed. Axel had acted on his own to betray him and the Order, to take away his possessions.
There were many things he wished to do to Number 8.
It was almost as if the sugary scent of pastries was mocking him - it was fitting that Axel reminded him of his private little hell. He entered the kitchen silently, just watching with his arms folded as the redhead moved about the room. Nothing in the Castle changed, not even the traitor.
"They're rotting already." He observed, referring to the cherrys though his cold blue eyes were on Axel. "How disgusting."
There were flowers in many of the rooms, and beneath that the scent of the people that had passed through the Castle; not only the boy, the witch, and the traitor but something else very faint. There was a scent that Zexion did not recognize. He came to a stop outside one of the many rooms, nostrils flaring slightly as he tried to break down the unique little components of it. It was a human infected with darkness, a test subject perhaps, and by the scent of it one that belonged to Axel. He smelled blood and darkness intermingled, but when he moved away from the door and took another deep whiff he realized that the subject could not have died in the Castle. That would smell for a long time after, and there would have been far more blood or residual darkness.
How curious that it had been allowed to linger there so long, and then simply set free. He doubted Axel had reason to kill the thing outside of the castle, and he doubted further that it had belonged to the boy. Though both their scents lingered on everything, it was Axel's that remained strong in the room.
"..."
He abandoned the door for the time being; there was more interesting business to attend to. He'd promised himself he would wait, avoid Axel until he had formulated a plan of some sort, but he found himself drawn to the man's scent. He could not wait another day, another week, another minute. There had been too much hatred bottled up for far too long and now this was the only direction it flowed in. The Superior had not asked for him to be destroyed. Axel had acted on his own to betray him and the Order, to take away his possessions.
There were many things he wished to do to Number 8.
It was almost as if the sugary scent of pastries was mocking him - it was fitting that Axel reminded him of his private little hell. He entered the kitchen silently, just watching with his arms folded as the redhead moved about the room. Nothing in the Castle changed, not even the traitor.
"They're rotting already." He observed, referring to the cherrys though his cold blue eyes were on Axel. "How disgusting."