Happy Halloween!
In celebration, a drabble which has nothing to do with Halloween and everything to do with Lyserg.
His cloak is trapped in a locked cupboard. He left it there of his own free will. He holds the key.
Mostly it was to commit himself to Jeanne. None of the other X-Laws wore personal effects, as a symbol of their devotion to the cause; they were willing to give themselves up as individuals to become part of Her work. Even their spirits are the same- something he wishes he had too, a instument of God instead of a tiny fairy. Lyserg wears his uniform proudly, with joy, under God. He does not regret anything.
If he thinks back, it is not because he regrets anything.
Before he put it away, the cloak smelled like Ryuu. This was Horohoro's fault, mostly. Ryuu would take it to sleep with at night, because he said it smelled like him. Lyserg didn't *mind,* exactly, although he wasn't blind to what Ryu thought of him, but Horohoro decided it was inappropriate and poured a bottle of Ryu's cologne over it to kill the smell so Ryu wouldn't steal it again.
It worked. Ryu settled for occasional touches and trying to spy on him in the shower. The cloak had a strange smell, and it took getting used to after so long, but it wasn't bad. Sometimes he thought it seemed a little bit warmer than before.
Sometimes he wakes up with that smell in the air around him. Only Morphine sees his hands tremble as he puts on his uniform.
When he is with the X-Laws he feels as though he has a purpose. He can pursue his revenge directly. He can see the face of Justice, and it is cold and unforgiving to Hao and all sinners, and he lowers his head to it reverently.
He is fed by a cold flame. He does not regret anything.
His cloak is trapped in a locked cupboard. He left it there of his own free will. He holds the key on a length of chain around his neck, close to his heart.
His cloak is trapped in a locked cupboard. He left it there of his own free will. He holds the key.
Mostly it was to commit himself to Jeanne. None of the other X-Laws wore personal effects, as a symbol of their devotion to the cause; they were willing to give themselves up as individuals to become part of Her work. Even their spirits are the same- something he wishes he had too, a instument of God instead of a tiny fairy. Lyserg wears his uniform proudly, with joy, under God. He does not regret anything.
If he thinks back, it is not because he regrets anything.
Before he put it away, the cloak smelled like Ryuu. This was Horohoro's fault, mostly. Ryuu would take it to sleep with at night, because he said it smelled like him. Lyserg didn't *mind,* exactly, although he wasn't blind to what Ryu thought of him, but Horohoro decided it was inappropriate and poured a bottle of Ryu's cologne over it to kill the smell so Ryu wouldn't steal it again.
It worked. Ryu settled for occasional touches and trying to spy on him in the shower. The cloak had a strange smell, and it took getting used to after so long, but it wasn't bad. Sometimes he thought it seemed a little bit warmer than before.
Sometimes he wakes up with that smell in the air around him. Only Morphine sees his hands tremble as he puts on his uniform.
When he is with the X-Laws he feels as though he has a purpose. He can pursue his revenge directly. He can see the face of Justice, and it is cold and unforgiving to Hao and all sinners, and he lowers his head to it reverently.
He is fed by a cold flame. He does not regret anything.
His cloak is trapped in a locked cupboard. He left it there of his own free will. He holds the key on a length of chain around his neck, close to his heart.