The Bell Struck Midnight.
By Brokenflavors
Disclaimer: This drabble is disclaimed.
Warnings: It's short, repetitive, and the angst knob is turned on HIGH.
Character: Loki / Leo the Stellar Spirit (pre-Canon)
Summary: For Repentance - a lion sheds his mane.
Additional Notes: Not my favorite piece, by far. But I wrote this quite some time ago, and I'm trying to get back into my groove of things and, well, Loki is my favorite FT mage so I thought I'd post regardless. This is definitely meant to be a bit fragmented and a 'wth did I just read?' I don't know if I entirely like the result, but it's something. ;)
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The church bell tolled.
He tried to reach out to the spirit realm - he could feel nothing. Not the faintest wisp of his home. His only source of salvation.
It struck again.
"Didn't you hear lad? Her funeral procession was today. All o' Blue Pegasus was in attendance."
Toll.
Hands reached up to grip at long hair brutally - ripping strands from their roots.
Toll.
"It's really the talk of the town mister! After all, it's not very often that the guild loses one of their S ranked members on an ordinary mission..."
Toll.
Did he take it too far?
Toll.
Were they finally free?
Toll.
"Aries... Karen..."
Toll.
His last lifeline was cast afloat. Nowhere left to turn. A devil stuck in an alien world.
Toll.
He was.
Toll.
A moan slid from the sinner's mouth as he sunk to the ground; his hand fumbled against the muddied ground, searching. Finding.
Toll.
A ragged rock slid through long ginger tresses, etching a story of desperation and grief. Of repentance and longing.
The bell struck midnight...
The lion shed his mane.