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[thread] my soul to keep

Apr 12, 2007 23:08

Who: tree!Ashura, sleepy!Cain [closed]
What: Cain goes to visit the tree because he has so much love for Ashura that it hurts was told he'd be allowed to
Where: The tree in the remains of Ashura's church (?)
When: Between helping Allen and going to see Ayame; because I said so
Rating: G for lamb-like innocent-ness [subject to change]

( may the good lord keep you )

ashura, cain

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face_downcast April 13 2007, 03:56:36 UTC

It was an odd sensation. The air had seemed to hum with affection for just a moment, and then... well, it had felt as if a comforting hand had brushed over his hair, smoothing it gently as he rested against the tree.

Cain's eyelids fluttered uncertainly, fighting to stay awake. He could hear Ashura's voice, soft and slightly distant, speaking quiet soothing words of friendship. His heart all but stopped for a moment. It couldn't be... could it...?

A warm sensation like a breeze rustled through the area, licking at his clothing as the sheep shifted closer to his side, head bowed comfortably around against its hooves. Cain fought with himself for a moment, but in the end an almost child-like smile won out. His words sounded heavy, oddly youthful but weighted with exhaustion. "...Ashura...? Is that...?"

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face_downcast April 13 2007, 04:21:00 UTC

There was a warm, comfortable weight on either side of him now. One was the black-faced sheep, obviously; the other felt... less solid. Almost an extension of the tree wrapping around him, a comforting presence curling near him in a wonderfully protective way. The words were still faint, calling him under, tugging at his conciousness to take the plunge and slip into the proper abyss.

His lips moved, trying to form words, questions, an apology. The voice failed, unable to leave his throat, as finally sleep won out, dragging Cain down into its murky depths.

The world was suddenly like a dream. After all, it couldn't be Ashura settled in next to him. He was imagining things. Dreaming them up. Shivering slightly, his thoughts attempted what his words could not, bouncing out hesitantly into this new dreamworld as his hand finally fell still on the sheep's back, resting.

"...you... are here, my Lord?"

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