"Unexpected Company"
SpellSong - Casse
NPC- just a visitor
She mumbled into the hand that wiped her face off of the sheen of sweat her body had produced as she noticed her glow was still too faint around her hands and arms. It meant it wasn't done, she was still weak, and she could feel it deep inside her bones. Deeper stiller, within the gray string, and the twisted unhappy matrix still. She sat up slowly, and then looked around the room oddly after looking at her bruised arm. Still green and purple at the second, from the three fracture that were small momentary reminders of the price of her ploy.
SpellSong had begun to feel the soft tickle across all her skin, like feathers were brushing against her all over as she looked around the room. No Shaw at the moment, no anyone at all. Her lips formed a word, "Bel", soundlessly as she slipped off the bed holding her arm. Her smile seemed half-minxy and half like a child with a new intrigue, and also had a shade of true odd happiness in her eyes if one knew how to really see it in here.
"Come out, come out, I know you're there. You remember you gave me that gift, love? Have you come again to reprimand me?"
She watched and winced looking away as the brilliance of light shocked her eyes, before dimming so her eyes could adjust and she gazed upon the mans face again, and a soft feeling of normality surfaced on her as she looked at him almost emotionally though.
"The gift was given by HIM through me, Dark Sister," the mans voice rumbled in his chest coming out strong and clear. It seemed balanced, too balanced to be of this small simple world almost, and the wisdom in his eyes was beyond question, and seemed yet to question everything the person held as valuable at the same time, with those coppery brown eyes.
SpellSong though didn't look at him, or even notice she still couldn't see all of him with the light brilliance, knowing the room was though as the second beyond touching by his presence. The doors wouldn't open no matter the pressure or strength put against them, the perimeter was safer than could be imagined, even the security tapes would cut out for this time, along with all devices of that such in the room. She moved across the edge of the room, her boots turning into bare feet with small anklets for the second as she paced slightly.
"She looks happier. I'm pleased she settled better." She said finally looking at him just in time to watch his eyes widen a little.
"You've seen her?!?!?!?!" his coppery eyes though calmed with a laughing aura to them, as if he could have expected no less of her, too. "She was moved from the seventh to the third most recently. She has been as helpful as she can be -as you always were- even though she is not one of us, not one of you either."
"You're still one of us, Dark Sister." His coppery-golden eyes highlighted a second, as if bearing a question, she though wouldn't allow herself to see as she turned away.
"You have better among you, and among my kind. Those who would welcome and except readily your mercy, Barakeil."
Her voice fell icy cold almost, with a soft regret many couldn't hear but he understood her. More than some ever would. His eyes regarded her in the limelight of her past among them. The laughter he knew she carried, and the capacity for joy, and the want to help others buried so deeply inside by her self purposely.
"I bare a message for thee, passed among the messenger and lent for me to bare to thee from HIM."
"But?" her voice echoed softly, in the small of the infirmary room.
"I am of Chance." He stated simply and she nodded absently at a wall as if she understood, as he continued without pause. " One you right deserve, Dark Sister, as one of HIS children, as one of us."
"What does he say?"
"You are where you aren't to must be."
SpellSong shook her head almost annoyedly as she turned back to him, not even looking at him as she began to brush her hair with a brush that just appeared in her hand, taking long strokes as she spoke almost blankly, like it were a normal topic and nothing important.
"Cryptic as ever. Riddles inside riddles. I have missed you, Barakeil."
He looked at her for what seemed an eternity when she actually met his eyes, but it was a cringing flood of memories drawn in those golden-colored eyes, of brilliant music, the like of which no musician hear could compare to, and a peace beyond the meodocerness of peace it's self, and his eyes alone tugged at those in her, as they always had tugged at things in her.
"And I you." He seemed to hesitate for a second, as he looked off in an odd direction, before back at her, as if someone had spoken, as he held out the scroll to her. "You are always welcome."
SpellSong glanced at the paper, before dissolving the brush and taking the rolled up paper while she shook her head.
"I can't now, you already know that."
He looked at her calmly, with that wise expression coming back, the one she always hated because it had always made her feel she was so far away from him, and she almost cringed to realize how easily he slipped back into her in these few seconds.
"Be well, Casse, and remember I love you." He said chastely, a remark, of pure compassion, not passion of a kind known by she and people like her.
Casse turned from those eyes, the ones that would follow her now, that he'd come, closing herself off silently, pushing it away. As she slipped the scroll into dissolving and hide it in the bag, lisp.
"Find someone else for that burden," she said almost harshly, her voice quite, though so like a dagger ripping through a velveteen cloth.
Barakeil's eyes rested on her remorsefully as she turned. How he wanted her choice to be different, but he had no time, and all time for her and for the topic they'd discussed on the stoop so long ago, the first time and the hundredth. He didn't sigh, or even show it except in his voice as he had no reasons to hide anything; from anyone or anything in creation, his words a whisper as the light increased and he was gone as silent and kindly as he came.
"Only in your eyes, Dark Sister. Only in your eyes."
SpellSong rubbed her arms lightly as his voice was a reverence and a melancholy, one the likes she heard so seldom in him or his. He had to go, why did he have to come at all? Her heart and soul cried angrily anguished, the only way it knew how to react, as her whisper in the silence was her only response to it.
"Always in my eyes, Angel. Always."
SpellSong - Casse
NPC- just a visitor
She mumbled into the hand that wiped her face off of the sheen of sweat her body had produced as she noticed her glow was still too faint around her hands and arms. It meant it wasn't done, she was still weak, and she could feel it deep inside her bones. Deeper stiller, within the gray string, and the twisted unhappy matrix still. She sat up slowly, and then looked around the room oddly after looking at her bruised arm. Still green and purple at the second, from the three fracture that were small momentary reminders of the price of her ploy.
SpellSong had begun to feel the soft tickle across all her skin, like feathers were brushing against her all over as she looked around the room. No Shaw at the moment, no anyone at all. Her lips formed a word, "Bel", soundlessly as she slipped off the bed holding her arm. Her smile seemed half-minxy and half like a child with a new intrigue, and also had a shade of true odd happiness in her eyes if one knew how to really see it in here.
"Come out, come out, I know you're there. You remember you gave me that gift, love? Have you come again to reprimand me?"
She watched and winced looking away as the brilliance of light shocked her eyes, before dimming so her eyes could adjust and she gazed upon the mans face again, and a soft feeling of normality surfaced on her as she looked at him almost emotionally though.
"The gift was given by HIM through me, Dark Sister," the mans voice rumbled in his chest coming out strong and clear. It seemed balanced, too balanced to be of this small simple world almost, and the wisdom in his eyes was beyond question, and seemed yet to question everything the person held as valuable at the same time, with those coppery brown eyes.
SpellSong though didn't look at him, or even notice she still couldn't see all of him with the light brilliance, knowing the room was though as the second beyond touching by his presence. The doors wouldn't open no matter the pressure or strength put against them, the perimeter was safer than could be imagined, even the security tapes would cut out for this time, along with all devices of that such in the room. She moved across the edge of the room, her boots turning into bare feet with small anklets for the second as she paced slightly.
"She looks happier. I'm pleased she settled better." She said finally looking at him just in time to watch his eyes widen a little.
"You've seen her?!?!?!?!" his coppery eyes though calmed with a laughing aura to them, as if he could have expected no less of her, too. "She was moved from the seventh to the third most recently. She has been as helpful as she can be -as you always were- even though she is not one of us, not one of you either."
"You're still one of us, Dark Sister." His coppery-golden eyes highlighted a second, as if bearing a question, she though wouldn't allow herself to see as she turned away.
"You have better among you, and among my kind. Those who would welcome and except readily your mercy, Barakeil."
Her voice fell icy cold almost, with a soft regret many couldn't hear but he understood her. More than some ever would. His eyes regarded her in the limelight of her past among them. The laughter he knew she carried, and the capacity for joy, and the want to help others buried so deeply inside by her self purposely.
"I bare a message for thee, passed among the messenger and lent for me to bare to thee from HIM."
"But?" her voice echoed softly, in the small of the infirmary room.
"I am of Chance." He stated simply and she nodded absently at a wall as if she understood, as he continued without pause. " One you right deserve, Dark Sister, as one of HIS children, as one of us."
"What does he say?"
"You are where you aren't to must be."
SpellSong shook her head almost annoyedly as she turned back to him, not even looking at him as she began to brush her hair with a brush that just appeared in her hand, taking long strokes as she spoke almost blankly, like it were a normal topic and nothing important.
"Cryptic as ever. Riddles inside riddles. I have missed you, Barakeil."
He looked at her for what seemed an eternity when she actually met his eyes, but it was a cringing flood of memories drawn in those golden-colored eyes, of brilliant music, the like of which no musician hear could compare to, and a peace beyond the meodocerness of peace it's self, and his eyes alone tugged at those in her, as they always had tugged at things in her.
"And I you." He seemed to hesitate for a second, as he looked off in an odd direction, before back at her, as if someone had spoken, as he held out the scroll to her. "You are always welcome."
SpellSong glanced at the paper, before dissolving the brush and taking the rolled up paper while she shook her head.
"I can't now, you already know that."
He looked at her calmly, with that wise expression coming back, the one she always hated because it had always made her feel she was so far away from him, and she almost cringed to realize how easily he slipped back into her in these few seconds.
"Be well, Casse, and remember I love you." He said chastely, a remark, of pure compassion, not passion of a kind known by she and people like her.
Casse turned from those eyes, the ones that would follow her now, that he'd come, closing herself off silently, pushing it away. As she slipped the scroll into dissolving and hide it in the bag, lisp.
"Find someone else for that burden," she said almost harshly, her voice quite, though so like a dagger ripping through a velveteen cloth.
Barakeil's eyes rested on her remorsefully as she turned. How he wanted her choice to be different, but he had no time, and all time for her and for the topic they'd discussed on the stoop so long ago, the first time and the hundredth. He didn't sigh, or even show it except in his voice as he had no reasons to hide anything; from anyone or anything in creation, his words a whisper as the light increased and he was gone as silent and kindly as he came.
"Only in your eyes, Dark Sister. Only in your eyes."
SpellSong rubbed her arms lightly as his voice was a reverence and a melancholy, one the likes she heard so seldom in him or his. He had to go, why did he have to come at all? Her heart and soul cried angrily anguished, the only way it knew how to react, as her whisper in the silence was her only response to it.
"Always in my eyes, Angel. Always."
