Now we're talking about angels who have lost their wings... [closed, complete]
WHO: Lelouch and C.C.
WHAT: Telling him what he needs to know.
WHERE: The Lamperouge house.
WHEN: Backlogged, after coming back from Zikkie's temple while everyone's asleep.
It was selfish of her, but she almost wished she hadn't taken that momentary glimpse into the Godking's mind. Because now it meant she had to tell him, show him, and who knew what that would do? What that would change? She was a vulnerable witch now - moreso than she ever had been before - and it was disturbing how much contemplating the consequences of this scared her.
Her knock was quiet when she came to his door, her eyes guarded and her face blank - as well as they could be around him now. Silently she scoffed at herself, at all the years of building up immunity to human emotion gone to waste in one weak, emotional, irrational boy.
Where was the witch that lived for eternity?
Without waiting for him to answer she opened his door, walking just inside and closing it behind her. It had been a while since she'd come into the room like this, quiet and serious. And it reminded her of mundane, annoying things like contracts and trust.
"Lelouch..." she said, her voice its familiar drawl. That, at least, she could still keep steady. "I have some things to tell you."
WHAT: Telling him what he needs to know.
WHERE: The Lamperouge house.
WHEN: Backlogged, after coming back from Zikkie's temple while everyone's asleep.
It was selfish of her, but she almost wished she hadn't taken that momentary glimpse into the Godking's mind. Because now it meant she had to tell him, show him, and who knew what that would do? What that would change? She was a vulnerable witch now - moreso than she ever had been before - and it was disturbing how much contemplating the consequences of this scared her.
Her knock was quiet when she came to his door, her eyes guarded and her face blank - as well as they could be around him now. Silently she scoffed at herself, at all the years of building up immunity to human emotion gone to waste in one weak, emotional, irrational boy.
Where was the witch that lived for eternity?
Without waiting for him to answer she opened his door, walking just inside and closing it behind her. It had been a while since she'd come into the room like this, quiet and serious. And it reminded her of mundane, annoying things like contracts and trust.
"Lelouch..." she said, her voice its familiar drawl. That, at least, she could still keep steady. "I have some things to tell you."