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Never End [Closed, In Progress]

Mar 29, 2009 18:54

WHO: Lelouch and C.C.
WHAT: Seeking the hidden.
WHERE: The Lamperouge Household.
WHEN: Day 365, late evening.

( Hurting those that touch each other / Never again / The days where my mistakes piled up pass by. )

Ω c.c., place - housing district, Ω lelouch lamperouge

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the_pizza_witch March 30 2009, 03:04:32 UTC

She had had trouble sleeping lately. Usually, with all the work cleaning and such during the day, she was tired enough by nighttime to simply close her eyes and drift off. But these past few weeks, closing her eyes wasn't the most restful of things. There were brief stirrings, quiet murmurings, voices and images from a past she didn't remember having, emotions she couldn't understand. During the day, while she worked, she was free from these things. With Laguna, especially, it was easy to simply live. There was no confusion, no thinly veiled expectation, no... inexplicable sadness ( ... )

geasszero March 30 2009, 03:40:00 UTC

As she opened the door, looking at him with such concern, with such wide, guileless eyes, Lelouch paused for a moment. C.C. would never and had never looked at him with such eyes. No, were she worried about him, never would her eyes show that, but instead they would be defiant, they would be strong. She offered him what comfort he needed when he needed it, nothing more, nothing less. It was who she was. This one, this... girl was different. She cared, certainly, but why? Because he was her "Master"? Because he was kind to her? Because that was who she was? And, perhaps, in her ignorance, she could give more kindness than C.C. ever could have, more tenderness... But only if she never knew, for such knowledge, such weight, such darkness would shatter so fragile a thing as her. His violet gaze met her wide tawny eyes and he resisted the urge to murmur his goodbyes to her now, instead moving past her, descending down into the basement, quietly bidding her to follow him to her doom, his eyes resigned and sad ( ... )

the_pizza_witch March 30 2009, 03:52:35 UTC

She had to swallow the urge to shiver, going down after him. It was normally cold in the basement at night, but it was more than a physical chill this time. There was an uneasiness in the air, and she could feel it, although she didn't know what it was or that it was any danger to her. The Master came down to talk to her often, after all.

Once they reached the bottom, she moved unquestioningly to her bed and sat down, watching him expectantly, curiously. She knew better than to ask him any questions now, whereas any other time she would offer to fetch him something to eat, something to drink, anything at all to make him comfortable, since he was taking the time to come down.

geasszero March 30 2009, 04:09:08 UTC

The warlock stared at her for a moment longer, locking the memories into place. Soon, she should be dead, if all went according to plan... but there was the small consolation that she would not be forgotten.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled slowly before exhaling again, fixing his mask firmly in place. There was no one and nothing left for him to depend on. There was no room, now, for weakness, and when his eyes opened once more, there was none in his gaze as it fixed on her, his voice echoing in her mind with a single word, neither loud nor soft as he stretched the limits of the power of both the crystal and the emerald to their limits, encompassing every thought flickering across her conscious mind with his.

"C.C."

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