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I'm writing stupid shit for class, but I almost like this part.
Spoiler-ish for an event in Lost Season 3 finale Through The Looking Glass.
Original Character made for writing class (plus my own shameful enjoyment), and drawn for corresponding art class.
(btw, no spoilers, but Ab Aeterno was so great tonight. Very different, and awesome-character-centric.)
Protector of the Small.
Mikhail's body had washed up on shore. It had been a couple days since anybody had seen him, but there was always hope that he'd come back. He always did, but this... he wasn't coming back from this. They gave him a proper burial and marked his grave with a wooden cross, his name carved into it as well as it could be done, just like the many others scattered around the island.
Levi lay awake in the tent Richard was kind enough to supply, listening to the campfire outside, and to the quiet chatter of the people sitting around it. He couldn't sleep, thinking about Mikhail on the beach that morning, soaked and bloody and burned. He'd broken his promise to never leave, to not get himself killed. Levi sighed, fiddling idly with the eye patch in his hand. He felt too empty, somehow too sad, to cry.
Laughter came in from outside. I wonder what they're talking about, Levi thought, but then again, he didn't really care too much. He may not have cried, but he did laugh a little bit that afternoon. He'd put on the eye patch and laughed at himself, because it felt like a silly thing to do, and it felt wrong. So he took it off and just felt empty again.
It was a while before things grew quiet, and even longer before someone slipped into the tent. "Hello, Levi," he said.
At first, Levi thought maybe it was Richard, but soon realized he'd never seen this man before. He sat up and asked, "Who are you?"
"My name's Jacob," he said casually. "May I sit down?"
"Yes," Levi said, allowing the man to sit on the cot with him. "You're Jacob...." It felt like the island equivalent of being star-struck.
"I'm sorry about what happened to your friend," Jacob said.
"Could you have stopped it? Or.... or can you fix it?" Levi asked hopefully.
"No, I'm sorry," Jacob apologized again, sounding genuine. "I can't do that."
"Why are you here? I certainly don't mean for that to sound rude, but--"
"It's quite alright." Jacob assured, amused. "I understand. Just wanted to check up on you."
"Don't suppose you'll tell me why?"
"You're one of the special ones," Jacob shrugged, not giving any more explanation.
"I have a question for you," Levi started. "Why did you tell Richard to give me to Mikhail?"
"Because you needed him." That struck something inside Levi. Something deep and fragile in the pit of his stomach, and he had to fight the tears that were finally threatening to come forward. "Get some rest. You need to be strong in the coming weeks." Jacob stood, preparing to go. "Oh, and Levi? Before I leave...." He offered his hand and Levi shook it. His only explanation was, "In case I need you."
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Spoiler-ish for an event in Lost Season 3 finale Through The Looking Glass.
Original Character made for writing class (plus my own shameful enjoyment), and drawn for corresponding art class.
(btw, no spoilers, but Ab Aeterno was so great tonight. Very different, and awesome-character-centric.)
Protector of the Small.
Mikhail's body had washed up on shore. It had been a couple days since anybody had seen him, but there was always hope that he'd come back. He always did, but this... he wasn't coming back from this. They gave him a proper burial and marked his grave with a wooden cross, his name carved into it as well as it could be done, just like the many others scattered around the island.
Levi lay awake in the tent Richard was kind enough to supply, listening to the campfire outside, and to the quiet chatter of the people sitting around it. He couldn't sleep, thinking about Mikhail on the beach that morning, soaked and bloody and burned. He'd broken his promise to never leave, to not get himself killed. Levi sighed, fiddling idly with the eye patch in his hand. He felt too empty, somehow too sad, to cry.
Laughter came in from outside. I wonder what they're talking about, Levi thought, but then again, he didn't really care too much. He may not have cried, but he did laugh a little bit that afternoon. He'd put on the eye patch and laughed at himself, because it felt like a silly thing to do, and it felt wrong. So he took it off and just felt empty again.
It was a while before things grew quiet, and even longer before someone slipped into the tent. "Hello, Levi," he said.
At first, Levi thought maybe it was Richard, but soon realized he'd never seen this man before. He sat up and asked, "Who are you?"
"My name's Jacob," he said casually. "May I sit down?"
"Yes," Levi said, allowing the man to sit on the cot with him. "You're Jacob...." It felt like the island equivalent of being star-struck.
"I'm sorry about what happened to your friend," Jacob said.
"Could you have stopped it? Or.... or can you fix it?" Levi asked hopefully.
"No, I'm sorry," Jacob apologized again, sounding genuine. "I can't do that."
"Why are you here? I certainly don't mean for that to sound rude, but--"
"It's quite alright." Jacob assured, amused. "I understand. Just wanted to check up on you."
"Don't suppose you'll tell me why?"
"You're one of the special ones," Jacob shrugged, not giving any more explanation.
"I have a question for you," Levi started. "Why did you tell Richard to give me to Mikhail?"
"Because you needed him." That struck something inside Levi. Something deep and fragile in the pit of his stomach, and he had to fight the tears that were finally threatening to come forward. "Get some rest. You need to be strong in the coming weeks." Jacob stood, preparing to go. "Oh, and Levi? Before I leave...." He offered his hand and Levi shook it. His only explanation was, "In case I need you."
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1977: