Leviathan's DaughterGoldenEagle
Author's Note: Ah, another shorter chapter. Oh, well. What do I have to babbel about today? Hmm... I've been home sick from school the last two days, which basically means I'm screwed because I'm so far behind, especially in Speech (Egh, I hate that class). Ur... Please review? Heh. I don't have much to talk about. Doodle doodle dee, deedle deedle do...
Chapter Forty-One
Allen leaned back against a cool, metal wall, his brow wet with sweat. "You sure that should keep him down?" He asked Millerna, who was rising from the sedated form of a silver haired boy below.
The princess just gave him a look. "It should work better than everything else you've given the boy so far. Can't you find somewhere better for him than in one of your rooms?" She asked in exasperation.
"He would be in a cell, but, as you know, there's not much left of anything in there." He said, recalling the twisted and melted havoc Persephone left behind when she had decided to get out of her momentary prison.
"Um... Boss?" A low voice mumbled from the other side of the door, which was ajar.
Allen stood with a frown on his face, rubbing his arm gingerly from the bites he had received. He stepped forward before the door was pushed open violently in front of him and he stumbled back as it made impact with his long nose. He let out a hiss of pain as he felt a trickle of blood flowing down his hand, which covered the middle of his face. He was stooped over and when he finally looked up at who had barged in, he couldn't help but do it slowly, drinking in her image with a certain awe and respect.
Persephone looked down at him, an eyebrow raised, a seriously pissed look on her face. She looked more annoyed than he had ever seen her, and it kind of scared him. She was in a long, plain skirt (most likely taken from Millerna's never-worn clothing items). It fit a little snugly at her waist, but around her thighs it was loose, which was why he imagined she wore it, because of her wound. As for a shirt, she wore the trademark Allen shirt, loose and flowing around her. Yet, as much as he would have loved to just stare up at her, she seemed to have different ideas.
"Get up, Allen." She said in a stern voice. He did so, still holding his nose. She had her hands on her hips, and a deep, protective anger in her eyes. "What the HELL is going on?" She glanced behind him to see the sedated form of Dillandau as Millerna placed him on the bed. He seemed to be awake, slightly, but still drugged. "This is how you treat someone who came in and saved our asses?" She asked with teeth gritted, trying to keep from running to the boy's side and holding him to her. She missed him. She missed her brother.
Allen looked seriously peeved now. "He was planning on taking us to a Zaibach fortress. He would have tortured us, then killed us. Trust me. I know Dillandau quite well."
"Do you?" Persephone whispered through her teeth before passing him, heading closer to the bed. She stepped over great pieces of broken glass which were scattered on the dresser and floor in long, curving slices. It looked as though Dillandau had given a good fight. She pushed Millerna out of the way, leaning over the pale form below her. "Dillandau... Dillandau, it's okay. It's me, Perseph. Everything's going to be-"
A flash of movement, and Persephone could feel a hand on the back of her neck, pushing her forward, while she felt the sharp end of a long shard of glass pressed against her neck. Two, crimson eyes looked up at her, a slight haze over them. She stared back, unblinking, unbreathing, as Dillandau held her, the glass to her throat, cutting into it ever so slightly, drawing a small trickle of blood.
"Persephone-"
She interupted Allen's movements and voice with the raise of one of her hands, never taking her eyes from the boy before her, the boy who was on the verge of taking her life. The boy she couldn't have even defended herself from because she couldn't have brought herself to hurt him.
"Dillandau-"
"You left me." He hissed out, but the words slurred together slightly, giving evidence of the drugs in his system. "You... You, the only one..." He looked confused and unfocused before pressing the blade further into her neck. She let a small grimace flicker across her face for a split second before it was calm again.
"But I'm here now, Brother. I'm here now." She whispered.
"And you'll leave again." His eyes glanced around in a paranoid fashion before resting on her again. "Leave me, alone... You couldn't stay because you didn't care... If you were dead, then it would be a good reason to leave. It wouldn't be because of me-"
"Dillandau, I love you. I love you." She muttered, tears falling down her face. A flickering movement fell across the boy's face and he blinked once, twice... His gaze flowing from a terrible red to a cloudy grey. Tears fell down his face and his hands slid off of her, the glass hitting the ground with a loud shattering sound.
There was a moment of silence, of frozen, disturbed emotion. And then Persephone reached forward and wrapped him in her arms. He readily complied, pushing his head into her chest before falling into a tearful, drug-induced sleep. She rocked him there quietly, her own tears falling on his face and mixing with his own before she pulled away, reluctantly, wiping at the tears on her face before reaching to her stinging and itching neck.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have drugged him." Millerna said, rushing forward, looking at Persephone's wound. "I expected him to be out cold. If I wouldn't have drugged him then we would have at least seen it coming."
Persephone shook her head, tears pushing their way out again, accepting the truth she already knew. "If you hadn't have drugged him, he would have killed me."
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"I've always served under Dillandau." Persephone answered Allen's questions solemnly.
He wanted to doubt her, to question her loyalty... But he knew that she had no obligations to him or his crew and he sighed. They were alone in his room, talking about what had been happening. "You know I can't just let him go, Persephone. He's killed so many of my men, and he's destroyed entire kingdoms with which I am loyal to." Allen said sincerely as he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands.
"And you know I can't let you kill him." He looked up in surprise at her words, and he saw her staring down at him, the flickering light of that strange, passionate fire in her eyes. It was that glow that made him know that she was dead serious, and it saddened him. He let his gaze drop again.
"What side are you on?" He asked after a moment of silence.
A deep, heavy chuckle followed his words. "Allen, even I don't know what side I am on. My approval and full agreeance is on the side that fights against Zaibach, but my family, the two that I love, are on the side of Zaibach."
"Two?"
Persephone stopped in her thoughts and looked up, now aware of what she had said that he had caught. She looked at him and she saw the dark realization in his eyes. He knew. He knew why she couldn't return his kiss the night before. "Yes. Two."
He sighed before straightening himself in his chair. "I apologize. I did not know you were already taken."
Persephone smiled at the apology, amused and warmed by the code of the knight that was a part of this man's personality. "It should be me to apologize, Allen. You're perfect." Her hand reached out and traced his face, his pointed nose (though now bruised), his pale cheeks, his soft lips. She muttered, seemingly entranced as she stared at him. "If things were different..." She pulled away suddenly and the knight let out a choppy sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before standing.
"We've gotten news that Zaibach is sending out a negotiator to try and bargain back Dillandau. He should be here shortly." Allen didn't give Persephone time to answer as he left. She stared into the fire long after he was gone, pushing farther into his shirt, breathing in his smell. She smiled a bit. She did not love the knight, however fond of him she was. He had a comfortable, familiar air to him. Something good, seemingly sincere and innocent. Like the good and noble boy in your class at school that you can't help but have a crush on. Yet she knew well enough that she could never care for this Heavenly Knight as she had for Folken. Folken was her true love, real and strong and purely hers. Allen was more of a dream, a glimpse of heaven that could be longed for. But knowing Persephone, she would have grown tired of his perfections. And he would have never been fully hers, always belonging to some country or noble cause.
Yet was Folken hers? No. He was hundreds of miles away, devoting his entire life to a lost cause. No, it was not a matter of him being fully hers, but of her being fully his. The Two Towers... Folken, only Folken, could crash through her barriers, see the bare, brutal, hideous side of her and still have love for her. Still care for her. He was beautiful to her, much more entrapping than Allen could ever be. She needed Folken. Only he could brake into her heart fully.
Author's Note: Yes, yes, I know. Dramatic. But did you like? Hopefully we'll get back on track in the upcoming chapters. I'm close to the ends, folks (though that could mean four pages more or forty-four. Hehe.). Well, anyways, review!
Author's Note: Ah, another shorter chapter. Oh, well. What do I have to babbel about today? Hmm... I've been home sick from school the last two days, which basically means I'm screwed because I'm so far behind, especially in Speech (Egh, I hate that class). Ur... Please review? Heh. I don't have much to talk about. Doodle doodle dee, deedle deedle do...
Chapter Forty-One
Allen leaned back against a cool, metal wall, his brow wet with sweat. "You sure that should keep him down?" He asked Millerna, who was rising from the sedated form of a silver haired boy below.
The princess just gave him a look. "It should work better than everything else you've given the boy so far. Can't you find somewhere better for him than in one of your rooms?" She asked in exasperation.
"He would be in a cell, but, as you know, there's not much left of anything in there." He said, recalling the twisted and melted havoc Persephone left behind when she had decided to get out of her momentary prison.
"Um... Boss?" A low voice mumbled from the other side of the door, which was ajar.
Allen stood with a frown on his face, rubbing his arm gingerly from the bites he had received. He stepped forward before the door was pushed open violently in front of him and he stumbled back as it made impact with his long nose. He let out a hiss of pain as he felt a trickle of blood flowing down his hand, which covered the middle of his face. He was stooped over and when he finally looked up at who had barged in, he couldn't help but do it slowly, drinking in her image with a certain awe and respect.
Persephone looked down at him, an eyebrow raised, a seriously pissed look on her face. She looked more annoyed than he had ever seen her, and it kind of scared him. She was in a long, plain skirt (most likely taken from Millerna's never-worn clothing items). It fit a little snugly at her waist, but around her thighs it was loose, which was why he imagined she wore it, because of her wound. As for a shirt, she wore the trademark Allen shirt, loose and flowing around her. Yet, as much as he would have loved to just stare up at her, she seemed to have different ideas.
"Get up, Allen." She said in a stern voice. He did so, still holding his nose. She had her hands on her hips, and a deep, protective anger in her eyes. "What the HELL is going on?" She glanced behind him to see the sedated form of Dillandau as Millerna placed him on the bed. He seemed to be awake, slightly, but still drugged. "This is how you treat someone who came in and saved our asses?" She asked with teeth gritted, trying to keep from running to the boy's side and holding him to her. She missed him. She missed her brother.
Allen looked seriously peeved now. "He was planning on taking us to a Zaibach fortress. He would have tortured us, then killed us. Trust me. I know Dillandau quite well."
"Do you?" Persephone whispered through her teeth before passing him, heading closer to the bed. She stepped over great pieces of broken glass which were scattered on the dresser and floor in long, curving slices. It looked as though Dillandau had given a good fight. She pushed Millerna out of the way, leaning over the pale form below her. "Dillandau... Dillandau, it's okay. It's me, Perseph. Everything's going to be-"
A flash of movement, and Persephone could feel a hand on the back of her neck, pushing her forward, while she felt the sharp end of a long shard of glass pressed against her neck. Two, crimson eyes looked up at her, a slight haze over them. She stared back, unblinking, unbreathing, as Dillandau held her, the glass to her throat, cutting into it ever so slightly, drawing a small trickle of blood.
"Persephone-"
She interupted Allen's movements and voice with the raise of one of her hands, never taking her eyes from the boy before her, the boy who was on the verge of taking her life. The boy she couldn't have even defended herself from because she couldn't have brought herself to hurt him.
"Dillandau-"
"You left me." He hissed out, but the words slurred together slightly, giving evidence of the drugs in his system. "You... You, the only one..." He looked confused and unfocused before pressing the blade further into her neck. She let a small grimace flicker across her face for a split second before it was calm again.
"But I'm here now, Brother. I'm here now." She whispered.
"And you'll leave again." His eyes glanced around in a paranoid fashion before resting on her again. "Leave me, alone... You couldn't stay because you didn't care... If you were dead, then it would be a good reason to leave. It wouldn't be because of me-"
"Dillandau, I love you. I love you." She muttered, tears falling down her face. A flickering movement fell across the boy's face and he blinked once, twice... His gaze flowing from a terrible red to a cloudy grey. Tears fell down his face and his hands slid off of her, the glass hitting the ground with a loud shattering sound.
There was a moment of silence, of frozen, disturbed emotion. And then Persephone reached forward and wrapped him in her arms. He readily complied, pushing his head into her chest before falling into a tearful, drug-induced sleep. She rocked him there quietly, her own tears falling on his face and mixing with his own before she pulled away, reluctantly, wiping at the tears on her face before reaching to her stinging and itching neck.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have drugged him." Millerna said, rushing forward, looking at Persephone's wound. "I expected him to be out cold. If I wouldn't have drugged him then we would have at least seen it coming."
Persephone shook her head, tears pushing their way out again, accepting the truth she already knew. "If you hadn't have drugged him, he would have killed me."
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"I've always served under Dillandau." Persephone answered Allen's questions solemnly.
He wanted to doubt her, to question her loyalty... But he knew that she had no obligations to him or his crew and he sighed. They were alone in his room, talking about what had been happening. "You know I can't just let him go, Persephone. He's killed so many of my men, and he's destroyed entire kingdoms with which I am loyal to." Allen said sincerely as he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands.
"And you know I can't let you kill him." He looked up in surprise at her words, and he saw her staring down at him, the flickering light of that strange, passionate fire in her eyes. It was that glow that made him know that she was dead serious, and it saddened him. He let his gaze drop again.
"What side are you on?" He asked after a moment of silence.
A deep, heavy chuckle followed his words. "Allen, even I don't know what side I am on. My approval and full agreeance is on the side that fights against Zaibach, but my family, the two that I love, are on the side of Zaibach."
"Two?"
Persephone stopped in her thoughts and looked up, now aware of what she had said that he had caught. She looked at him and she saw the dark realization in his eyes. He knew. He knew why she couldn't return his kiss the night before. "Yes. Two."
He sighed before straightening himself in his chair. "I apologize. I did not know you were already taken."
Persephone smiled at the apology, amused and warmed by the code of the knight that was a part of this man's personality. "It should be me to apologize, Allen. You're perfect." Her hand reached out and traced his face, his pointed nose (though now bruised), his pale cheeks, his soft lips. She muttered, seemingly entranced as she stared at him. "If things were different..." She pulled away suddenly and the knight let out a choppy sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before standing.
"We've gotten news that Zaibach is sending out a negotiator to try and bargain back Dillandau. He should be here shortly." Allen didn't give Persephone time to answer as he left. She stared into the fire long after he was gone, pushing farther into his shirt, breathing in his smell. She smiled a bit. She did not love the knight, however fond of him she was. He had a comfortable, familiar air to him. Something good, seemingly sincere and innocent. Like the good and noble boy in your class at school that you can't help but have a crush on. Yet she knew well enough that she could never care for this Heavenly Knight as she had for Folken. Folken was her true love, real and strong and purely hers. Allen was more of a dream, a glimpse of heaven that could be longed for. But knowing Persephone, she would have grown tired of his perfections. And he would have never been fully hers, always belonging to some country or noble cause.
Yet was Folken hers? No. He was hundreds of miles away, devoting his entire life to a lost cause. No, it was not a matter of him being fully hers, but of her being fully his. The Two Towers... Folken, only Folken, could crash through her barriers, see the bare, brutal, hideous side of her and still have love for her. Still care for her. He was beautiful to her, much more entrapping than Allen could ever be. She needed Folken. Only he could brake into her heart fully.
Author's Note: Yes, yes, I know. Dramatic. But did you like? Hopefully we'll get back on track in the upcoming chapters. I'm close to the ends, folks (though that could mean four pages more or forty-four. Hehe.). Well, anyways, review!
