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Who: Angeal, Genesis
When: Sometime around dark-ish.
Where: Angeal and Genesis' home. Upper level.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: SANE GENESIS? WTF?
Summary: Angeal uses up his last wish to request something for Genesis from Medea.
Genesis wasn’t entirely certain what to make of this... gift from Medea. He accepted it graciously, of course, with a bow of his head and a thank you... because it only seemed appropriate. But truthfully, how something like this worked and if he wanted it, he wasn’t entirely sure.
And so he’d stared at it in his hands for a solid hour, quiet and thoughtful, debating back and forth. ’You can take it off at any time,’ she’d told him.
So it would... what? Help him think clearer? Help him maintain a bit of... sanity? Tranquility? It was like being on medication, except... it was just a bracelet. A simple, silver band that hooked around his wrist and could even be concealed by his gloves. All he had to do was keep it on, and... he supposedly would have that peace of mind. Still, having something to mess with his head like that (hadn’t it been messed with enough already?) was still taking some debating time.
Ultimately, though, he slid the bracelet about his left wrist, clasped it shut, stared at it some more.
It was like flicking a light switch. Rushing stream turned to still water, no ripples, no undercurrents - all the noise in his head ceased, just like that.
And he could breathe for what he was certain was the first time since he was a teenager. Quiet clarity, yes. That was what it was.
Explaining this to Angeal when he got home would be interesting.
When: Sometime around dark-ish.
Where: Angeal and Genesis' home. Upper level.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: SANE GENESIS? WTF?
Summary: Angeal uses up his last wish to request something for Genesis from Medea.
Genesis wasn’t entirely certain what to make of this... gift from Medea. He accepted it graciously, of course, with a bow of his head and a thank you... because it only seemed appropriate. But truthfully, how something like this worked and if he wanted it, he wasn’t entirely sure.
And so he’d stared at it in his hands for a solid hour, quiet and thoughtful, debating back and forth. ’You can take it off at any time,’ she’d told him.
So it would... what? Help him think clearer? Help him maintain a bit of... sanity? Tranquility? It was like being on medication, except... it was just a bracelet. A simple, silver band that hooked around his wrist and could even be concealed by his gloves. All he had to do was keep it on, and... he supposedly would have that peace of mind. Still, having something to mess with his head like that (hadn’t it been messed with enough already?) was still taking some debating time.
Ultimately, though, he slid the bracelet about his left wrist, clasped it shut, stared at it some more.
It was like flicking a light switch. Rushing stream turned to still water, no ripples, no undercurrents - all the noise in his head ceased, just like that.
And he could breathe for what he was certain was the first time since he was a teenager. Quiet clarity, yes. That was what it was.
Explaining this to Angeal when he got home would be interesting.