Fate
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Post by Fate on Jan 24, 2007 1:33:20 GMT -5
Fate, dressed in an elegant, brown coloured dress, a fur shrug, and decorated hat with a net veil, materialized inside of an empty carriage. "The Opera Populiare," she said calmly.
Startled, the driver looked at her with huge eyes. "How--"
"--Nevermind that," she said coolly, handing him a pouch of gold coins. "Diver, please...today?"
He stared at her for a moment before cracking his whip.
Soon, they had arrived at the opera house. She thanked him kindly, got off and walked into the Foyer. Fate walked to the middle of the Foyer and patiently waited...
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Post by Death on Jan 24, 2007 1:48:05 GMT -5
“…you.”
*Death looked around. It was like a bad dream. He was sitting in the Foyer of the Opera…in the nude. He was sure he felt his bones blush as he stood, looking about nervously. And then he saw her. Ok, so technically, she wasn’t necessarily a “her” any more than he was a “him,” but in that dress…with that fur…she was certainly passing as one. Really well.*
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!
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Fate
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Post by Fate on Jan 24, 2007 1:53:16 GMT -5
Fate looked at Death placidly and slightly raised a brow.
"Well, you haven't changed," she said sarcastically. "If I was in your position, I'd want to wake up too. Vacation's not going too well, is it?"
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Post by Death on Jan 24, 2007 1:58:20 GMT -5
Aw crap…she can still read minds too…
*Death slinked his way into a darker corner. He tugged gently on the shadows, pulling out a makeshift cloak for himself. It was a neat party trick, but shadow cloaks weren’t nearly as comfortable as the real thing. He found them kinda itchy. He stepped back out sheepishly to meet Fate.*
“Um so…hi.”
*He looked around confused.*
“So what are you doing here?”
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Fate
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Post by Fate on Jan 24, 2007 2:07:37 GMT -5
Fate smiled wryly. "You're losing your touch, my good friend," she said as she swirled her hand in the air for a moment, conjuring up a cloak out of thin air.
Fate handed the cloak to Death. “Before I get into the details of my visit...tell me about this...Christian. I don’t believe you consulted me on the matter...”
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Post by Death on Jan 24, 2007 2:15:09 GMT -5
*Death sighed in defeat. She had always been better than him at everything, even in grade school. She wouldn’t even give him the time of day back then… He took the cloak and shed his shadow that he might drape it over his frame properly.*
“Thanks.”
*The word was quiet and seemed a little perplexed. As she mentioned Christian, he lowered his head, turning away from her slightly.*
“That was…there were circumstances. I didn’t mean to offend you. I just didn’t think you’d want to be bothered with it…”
*He sighed, knowing that eventually she would read the truth from him.*
“And I haven’t…been myself recently.”
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Fate
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Post by Fate on Jan 24, 2007 2:20:51 GMT -5
"Hmm..." Fate said quietly to herself as she quickly read his thoughts. "The boy has a lot going for him; you know that and yet..." she eyed him carefully, angleing her head to one side. "I'm beginning to lose my trust in your judgment. Good thing I dropped by."
Fate sighed deeply and spoke in a more seriously tone. "I know you haven't and you know why so don't act dumb with me."
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Post by Death on Jan 24, 2007 2:31:56 GMT -5
*Death’s stature increased a bit at the threat against his judgment.*
It wasn’t my fault! I’m supposed to be on vacation.
*He hung his head as she called him out, not turning to face her.*
There was nothing he could do again those men. They poisoned him! They stole her…how could he help himself?
“I couldn’t…they had…this toxin, these sanctified bonds. There was nothing I could do.”
I only wanted to save her. Protect her.
*He turned back to her, with his face still lowered, bitterness in his voice, but more at his own weakness than at her for calling him on it.*
“I’m sorry to hear that you’re loosing faith in my judgment. Are you looking to take on double shifts?”
*turning away from her again, he added in a lower voice*
“Or you could always just fix me…”
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Fate
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Post by Fate on Jan 24, 2007 2:43:42 GMT -5
Fate scoffed, "Double shifts? As if I don't get enought rest already."
Fate closed her eyes as she tried to read into his past. "Along with ligering feeling of hate to those bastards, your heart is...overcome by love," she muttered quietly and smiled. "Hmm... I can understand why. Long, blonde hair...She's beautiful."
She opened her eyes and frowed. "You know this is forbidden," she snapped. "This is percisely why you are losing control."
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Post by Death on Jan 24, 2007 3:10:45 GMT -5
*Death felt completely violated. Taking his thoughts was one thing, but taking her…he was having a hard time dealing with that.*
It couldn’t be. How could something so divine be forbidden? Why could everyone else love, devotedly or frivolously, and he be denied so completely?
“I don’t…how can it…it’s not fair. Haven’t I done enough? Haven’t I worked endlessly, always alone? Why can’t I have just one piece of true happiness for myself?”
“Because you’ll go all evil. Don’t you ever watch Buffy?”
*Death sighed heavily. He had never noted any rules on this sort of conduct; it had never been an issue before. And it’s not as if he had had much luck in dating in his own ranks. The other Abstracts had always outcast him socially. He supposed the only reason that Fate had put up with him at all was because they worked together so often. He continued, his voice trembling with frustration and hopelessness.*
“She just so…you can’t understand. No one has ever looked at me like that. Accepted me without reservation. Given herself…” *his words trailed off and he raised a bony hand to look at it, reminiscing, and then raising his face sharply to Fate in utter defeat. His voice seemed distant and somewhat detached.*
“She never shrank away…not once. How can you tell me to give that up?”
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Post by Fate on Jan 24, 2007 14:34:33 GMT -5
Fate made sure her face stayed emotionless. "It isn't I who forbids it, Death...It is the gods," she said flatly.
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Post by Death on Jan 24, 2007 14:59:56 GMT -5
*Death turned away sharply in frustration. After taking a deep breath, he turned back, trying to stay as calm as possible about this. His voice was still full of passion and bitterness.*
“The gods? Oh yes, and they always play by the rules. They would certainly never bend them to suit their own fancy. You know they have so don’t even stand there and tell me they don’t.”
*He looked up; searching for the right words, then took her by the shoulders to look into her eyes with pleading desperation. His words sounded as if his whole universe could be crushed under her shoe. Which, you know, it kinda could be.*
“Please…how can I make you understand? She isn’t just some girl. She’s…”
*Death swallowed hard, looking down and back to Fate, trying again.*
“I would do anything for her. Haven’t you ever had someone like that? Surely you must have…”
*His head sank in emotional exhaustion, his voice was quiet and beseeching.*
“Please help me. I know that you can. It’s what you do after all, right? Surely there’s something we can do…”
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Post by Fate on Jan 24, 2007 15:13:25 GMT -5
Fate stared at Death for a long moment. "I don't make up the rules, you know that," she said, still in a rather cold voice. "If you do not do what is expected of you by the gods, your...symptoms will get worse."
She sighed and placed a kind hand on his arm. "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. Even I am a servant of higer power," she said in a more sympathetic tone.
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Post by Death on Jan 24, 2007 15:51:01 GMT -5
*Death’s body sagged in hopelessness. He turned away from Fate slowly. He felt something strange on his face. Inky tears had started to creep down his cheekbone. Instead of wiping them away, he watched with detachment as they slowly dropped on to the floor, sizzling as they made contact with marble. He didn’t remember ever crying before. It was strange, normally he would have been rather disturbed by it, but now it seemed almost expected. There was a long pause before his voice continued barely above a whisper.*
“So what do I do now?”
*He wanted to say more, he felt he should, but nothing came. Only images of Her, golden locks framing her face, her lips curling into the sweetest smile as her eyes closed in ecstasy. The softness of her sigh, the sensation of her smooth fingertips running over his pale bones, the taste of her kiss. He lifted his head in a futile attempt to stop the tears.*
“What can I do?”
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Fate
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Post by Fate on Jan 24, 2007 21:26:48 GMT -5
Fate studied him for a moment then spoke. "Come on now...Beings like us don't need love. Humans do but we don't," she said simply. "These laws were made ages ago because it is better that we don't. You know, keeps us focused and what-not."
"'What can you do?'" she repeated with a slight scoff. "Re-read the manual dear. Page forty-seven, eleventh clause."
With that, she turned on her heels and began to leave, only feeling a slight sense of sympathy within her...
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