Never End [Closed, In Progress]
WHO: Lelouch and C.C.
WHAT: Seeking the hidden.
WHERE: The Lamperouge Household.
WHEN: Day 365, late evening.
He had tried everything he could think of to bring her back: showing her her own reflection in the mirror to reveal to her the mark on her forehead, showing her the emerald, telling her the name she knew herself by, showing her the black clothes that she had worn when she had arrived, even the Zero mask, everything but telling her the truth; a truth which, he knew, she would either never believe or be horrified by, if it wasn't enough to jog her memory. He had been planning before to attempt to use his crystal, and, if that failed, his Geass, to try to make her remember before resorting to that, but, then... then Laguna Loire had stolen her away for a day, and, over the journals, he had caught a distinct glimpse of the C.C. he had remembered, and he had, at the sign that his last true support had abandoned him, collapsed utterly.
The wounds, hidden by his long sleeves and pants, and high collars, were never shown to others, but were a constant reminder to him of that nightmarish, hellish night when he had suffered more pain, physical and mental, than he had ever endured in his life. Still, when he closed his eyes, those images from that night flashed before his eyes, and his still-healing wounds stung, as if anew.
Time had given him perspective, however. Perhaps it was not a signal of her abandonment, but perhaps the reverse-- a signal that she was still there, despite what had happened, and that she was struggling to overcome whatever it was that was binding her. The prospect, he knew, bore little hope, but, as he stared down at the crystal coin in his hand, turning it over and watching the moonlight glint against its crimson hue, he knew that, more than anything else, he had to know.
He checked Nunnally's room to ensure she was fast asleep before slowly descending the stairs from the second floor to the first. His expression was dark, brooding, lips pressed tightly together as he moved to knock on the doorway leading to C.C.'s basement bedroom, which, even in this state, she insisted on keeping. He had asked her quietly, earlier that day, to remain awake past Nunnally's bedtime, but he couldn't sure she would still be awake. She was, in many ways, so unlike the C.C. he had known, so childlike. So innocent. He had grown endeared to her, in a distant way, in a way he supposed he rarely had to C.C., fulfilling the role of her protector, her guardian as he had only when Mao had come after her. And yet, he could not help but feel some resentment, some disdain towards this impostor, this pale shadow of the witch he knew. In a way, she had stolen C.C. from him. And, as fond as he might have grown of her otherwise, he knew now personal connections could lead to nothing but pain; it was as C.C. said. The Geass led inevitably to loneliness, and whether C.C. truly was inside of this girl or not, he had no intention of letting that stop him from trying to find her, even if it meant the destruction of this innocent girl.
WHAT: Seeking the hidden.
WHERE: The Lamperouge Household.
WHEN: Day 365, late evening.
He had tried everything he could think of to bring her back: showing her her own reflection in the mirror to reveal to her the mark on her forehead, showing her the emerald, telling her the name she knew herself by, showing her the black clothes that she had worn when she had arrived, even the Zero mask, everything but telling her the truth; a truth which, he knew, she would either never believe or be horrified by, if it wasn't enough to jog her memory. He had been planning before to attempt to use his crystal, and, if that failed, his Geass, to try to make her remember before resorting to that, but, then... then Laguna Loire had stolen her away for a day, and, over the journals, he had caught a distinct glimpse of the C.C. he had remembered, and he had, at the sign that his last true support had abandoned him, collapsed utterly.
The wounds, hidden by his long sleeves and pants, and high collars, were never shown to others, but were a constant reminder to him of that nightmarish, hellish night when he had suffered more pain, physical and mental, than he had ever endured in his life. Still, when he closed his eyes, those images from that night flashed before his eyes, and his still-healing wounds stung, as if anew.
Time had given him perspective, however. Perhaps it was not a signal of her abandonment, but perhaps the reverse-- a signal that she was still there, despite what had happened, and that she was struggling to overcome whatever it was that was binding her. The prospect, he knew, bore little hope, but, as he stared down at the crystal coin in his hand, turning it over and watching the moonlight glint against its crimson hue, he knew that, more than anything else, he had to know.
He checked Nunnally's room to ensure she was fast asleep before slowly descending the stairs from the second floor to the first. His expression was dark, brooding, lips pressed tightly together as he moved to knock on the doorway leading to C.C.'s basement bedroom, which, even in this state, she insisted on keeping. He had asked her quietly, earlier that day, to remain awake past Nunnally's bedtime, but he couldn't sure she would still be awake. She was, in many ways, so unlike the C.C. he had known, so childlike. So innocent. He had grown endeared to her, in a distant way, in a way he supposed he rarely had to C.C., fulfilling the role of her protector, her guardian as he had only when Mao had come after her. And yet, he could not help but feel some resentment, some disdain towards this impostor, this pale shadow of the witch he knew. In a way, she had stolen C.C. from him. And, as fond as he might have grown of her otherwise, he knew now personal connections could lead to nothing but pain; it was as C.C. said. The Geass led inevitably to loneliness, and whether C.C. truly was inside of this girl or not, he had no intention of letting that stop him from trying to find her, even if it meant the destruction of this innocent girl.