A/N: While I was fussing over writer's block, which probably has something to do with my present Tales of Graces obsession, I found myself typing this little scene. I don't exactly feel good about this, but what's the use of it gathering virtual dust on hard form?
Implausible Inspiration
Rachel Alucard was enthused by Ragna, if even the slightest bit. However, she did not acknowledge, let alone admit it.
His firm and idiotic unwillingness to give up, his stubborn determination and his hardheaded actions. Although these features annoyed her to the point of electrocuting him, they were the very characteristics that had kept her going.
Recurrence, not only of everyday life itself but of the incessant loop of time, tired her. The recurring lives of others, their repeated mistakes. These had driven her to the point of wanting to yield, to intervene and step out from the sidelines.
She was somnolent of her lackluster role. Only watching, standing by, being the silent spectator, the bystander...
She was willing to risk the error of the world's destruction by her intervention, if only for a taste of something...different. That was the manner in which Rachel felt.
But Ragna...the way in which he lived, the way he acted. Perhaps there was a deeply veiled stubbornness somewhere within herself too, but even then, she would not admit his influence to her decision.
He would keep on fighting regardless of the outcome, whether he was the one to be hurt. His concealed enthusiasm burned through his eyes, and his determination led him to remain objective to his goals.
Was he an impulsive idiot? She would certainly have concurred. But regardless of his idiocy, she had seen something else through the inveterate moments of time.
He was a stubborn fool, but his stubbornness was a necessary to obtain what he had wanted.
If he was willing to relentlessly persist for the sake of obtaining his goals, then there was no doubt that she could do the same.
She would duplicate his persistence and weave it into her own objective. She would remain seated. Waiting. She would remain the patient bystander until it was the right moment to intervene.
The reason why she waited, forced herself into patience, was because of Ragna. She felt something for him that no one else did. Regardless of his stubborn nature, his rebellious attitude, Rachel felt an inkling of pride toward him, even through his foolhardy persistence.
She believed in him.
She was inspired by him.
She was...proud of him.
Rachel was proud of her inspiration. However unlikely, she admitted it.
"Good luck to you, Ragna..." she silently bid him farewell as his silhouette passed through the road, leading to the upper area where her would all too soon clash swords with his brother. "Thank you."
Her crimson eyes shut delicately as she turned around. With the breeze lightly caressing her hair, she stepped into the vortex with a content smile over her shoulder, taking one final glance before the scent of her rose garden welcomed her.
Rachel Alucard was enthused by Ragna, if even the slightest bit. He was her inspiration to wait out the custom shifts of time. However implausible, she admitted it.
She would remain stubborn in her own cause; even though patience was such a mundane practice...
A/N: And so the almost painfully repetitive drabble ends. Which was kind of meant to be the prose of the overall piece. I don't know why, but when I write Rachel I tend to focus on her tedious personality. I know she has other characteristics too, but oh well...