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Apr 19, 2009 20:25


At first, there was the feeling of standing at the edge of wakefulness. There was the sound of ticking in the distance; an ever-present sound Lelouch has become acquainted well with. It was yet another day in the state between life and death, a place that was arguably worse than hell itself. Lelouch had resigned himself to awakening to yet another ( Read more... )

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haroicsacrifice April 20 2009, 01:00:57 UTC
It was a disorienting feeling, being pulled into someone else's dream--but Lockon acquiesced to it gracefully. Other people's minds were easier to deal with than his own, sometimes. Most of the time.

He had the faintest awareness of what was going on--he'd already found himself in the dreams of at least one other, after all--but it was Nunnally's voice that shook him out of his vague half-interest.

"We're not dead, older brother. We're alive... all because of you."

And that was when the scene came clear for him, and he blinked, startled, as he recognized Lelouch.

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[ dreamscape :: 2 ] [ 1/ 2 ] lel0uch April 20 2009, 02:10:51 UTC

The pleasantry was not meant to last, of course, and while Lelouch had expected it to end abruptly and to easily give way something more like the nightmares that normally plagued his sleep, it still did not keep him from experiencing the sheer shock as he experienced what he imagined the denizens of Pendragon did as Schneizel unleashed the full fury of FLEIJA upon it. A circle of death, bright and blazing like the sun growing and consuming above them-- burning everything in a deafening high-pitched note that was mingled with screams.

It was, he realized, the screams of those around him, but his reactions came late as everyone, as Nunnally, dissolved into ashes right before his eyes ( ... )

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[ dreamscape :: 2 ] [ 2/2 ] lel0uch April 20 2009, 02:11:21 UTC
"No!" Lelouch yelled automatically, even if his father's words were nothing but correct. The city -- it was a mockery of his existence! It amounted to nothing and it refused to give him the end he had given to himself.

"If you had allowed the Ragnarok Connection to move forward, I think you would have enjoyed the ensuing future, Lelouch. You would have found that your flimsy ideals are nothing, and that that was truly what Nunnally and Euphemia would have wanted."

Lelouch said nothing, and for his silence, Charles laughed derisively. "And now... dead, and lost in a world even you can't change. How sad, my son. But that is what happens to disobedient children. Enjoy the mercy of these new gods you have chosen to serve! We could have had a perfect world, without gods! Without wars and without lies, and now--"

"You will suffer the consequences, you-- and Nunnally."

Whatever mask of composure Lelouch may have had was effectively cracked as his father mentioned Nunnally. He knew it would not be wise to allow himself the weakness... ( ... )

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haroicsacrifice April 20 2009, 02:41:21 UTC
Lockon knew that he shouldn't be there. The thought might not have occurred to him--but he recognized those wishes too easily, and he knew too well how much effort Lelouch must have gone to in order to hide them. The World of C, the Sword of Akasha--he didn't know or care about any of those. But as the image of Nunnally (and Lockon didn't know her either but she was Lelouch's sister, and he understood) lay dead before Lelouch, Lockon dashed out of the sidelines, trying to reach Lelouch and--

And what? He wasn't sure. Shake him, maybe, and pull him out of this dream. Was that what it was? Yes.

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[ dreamscape :: 3 ] lel0uch April 20 2009, 03:12:21 UTC

It was the same dream he had had for a while now, in this place, this hell. A spectral him, a spectator, as a parody of his final public appearance played out. There were no prisoners being paraded down to the shooting range, no heavy presence of military; in fact, it was a joyous occasion with cheering crowds and smiles on everyone's faces. At the center of the crowd-covered street was the royal float where Nunnally sat. The speakers in the distance announced her arrival, "The 100th Empress of Britannia!" Whatever else was said to add necessary details to the event, Lelouch ignored, as he clawed his way into the crowd and towards the float. He'd seen this before, heard all of that! He had had enough of it! For all the effort required of him to reach Nunnally, nobody seemed to know, or to notice his presence; the reviled 99th Emperor of Britannia, the demon.

It was, ironically, a celebration to commemorate his deathIt all came into a grinding halt suddenly-- the music, the float and Lelouch snapped his head to the direction of the ( ... )

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