Night 59: Men's Bathrooms (M41-M80)

[deadlyjuliet]

[from here]

Exquisite. There was no other way to describe being in a hall one moment and then suddenly appearing in the restroom in less time than it took the rest of the Institute to take a breath. This place was dark as always and Grell grinned as he realized it didn't matter this time. A death god's eyes, nearsighted as they might be, were

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[falseblack]

[From here.]

The thought sustained itself in the shifting environment. The recall of madness unraveled in the transition, and Nigredo pondered on why a beloved child would keep from tearing apart his sibling. A strange aspect to consider in an empty bathroom, but he supposed reasoning was a healthy part of life. It helped keep the extremes in check, at least, and he had resolved to balance in part. As Nigredo cleared each space from possible dangers, his mind moved.

The results settled in his stomach and churned in discomfort. There was truth in what Albedo had said: he would have destroyed Nigredo without hesitance if certain things had not been remembered. That had hurt, leaving the younger to react with empty laughter, but perhaps he had been wrong to focus. He couldn't fault another for a lapse in what was expected, and it remained that Albedo had tried. Was currently trying as opposed to burying him upon appearance

[damned_monsters]

The door opened soon after the boy had started crying, although it wasn't followed by the click of too many legs or the scraping of claws against tile. No, just footsteps.

"Man, if only I had my guns -- huh?" The voice echoed through what had been thought an empty bathroom, but that turned out to not be the case at all. The sound of footsteps grew more hurried as the figure followed the sound of crying.

What looked to be a boy -- and one nearly identical to the one already present -- drew closer. It would be hard to tell with no light, but his features went from curious to upset at what he found. "Nigredo!"

There was no doubt that it was Rubedo, a brother who had been thought long lost. He raced over and knelt down next to his sibling, face drawn into a frown. "What's going on here?"

[falseblack]

One couldn't fault him for weakness. When taken to a private corner, one could not reproach tears. Therefore, an intrusion of space was considered the highest crime, and with effort, Nigredo stifled his sounds long enough to raise Senna's blade. It hadn't been ten minutes for Albedo to follow. A voice (familiar) and footsteps (light) called for a sentient being, but at the height of emotion, he could only wished to cut it down.

A brother might not mind a show of vulnerability. Such sentiments were not shared by others, and if history held, a meeting here would be used against him later. The form came into proximity, and the child moved to--

"Nigredo!"--halt all processes. The sword dropped from his hands to clatter on the floor, and without meaning to, without volition, he stared. There stood a mirror before him with eyes of blue and an expression in dismay, and Nigredo hadn't thought he would ever see him again

[damned_monsters]

As the sword fell, Rubedo startled for a moment, staring down at the blade as if it was something foreign. That was hardly the case, but it might be more that he was used to seeing his brother wielding weapons of a different sort.

Nigredo was obviously surprised to see him, but even though the boy was retreating from him, Rubedo wasn't willing to let him pull away completely. He frowned at him, a mix of worried and upset, and then slowly got to his feet and reached out to put a hand on his brother's shoulder.

That was a complete contradiction to what Nigredo was saying, but seeing how the boy was not in a good state, Rubedo was only so willing to accept his words.

"Why? Nigredo, what happened?" There were many unasked questions that were clearer on his face: Why are you crying? What is the sword for? Who hurt you like this?