I apologize. This is a total word vomit and totally unedited, I've got lots of stuff to do. SCHOOL UGH
Silence.
Glances occasionally flickered towards the opening to the underground passage, before quickly making their way back to the ground, pretending they hadn't looked.
It wasn't that there was anything wrong with looking. Looking and seeing nothing screamed reality, and reality is a horror no one wants to experience, least of all the pink and white-haired female mages leaning against trees outside said opening.
They seem like they're wishfully waiting for someone, or the pink-haired one is. The other one, more upright then her friend, has a set face, grim and foreboding, but still somehow elegant.
No one comes out.
The pink-haired one is wearing a watch, and she nearly glances there, too. But it reminds her of reality, apparently, and something gone, so she mutters something.
Time doesn't even matter
and tosses it into the woods.
The Silence, so palpable it seems like a person, lets it fall somewhere in the woods without making a sound. Something flashes across the shorter girl, the one with pink hair's, face, and she visibly winces. The other one sighs.
She also tosses her time-keeping lacrimal into the woods. Being a lacrima, it should have crashed to the ground with an audible sound, but the Silence isn't one easily broken.
Twice vanished without a sound, only an accepting smile.
The short one involuntarily murmurs. It seems like a reflex, a way of remembering without an end. Anything that simply vanished could reappear.
Accepting smiles, however, especially on vanishing things, tended to speak of more then just vanishment.
Still, whatever they're waiting for stays away.
If one person gives time to another, are all doomed like this?
Ask the ones giving the time. Bitter is thy name, spoken words. Whoever said pink was a sweet color?
I can't. They're gone.
A simple word, two words, really, tells of reality. The other sentence, one about asking, speaks of dreams and delusions, an unwillingness to let the vanished be vanished.
I asked them before, and they were gone then.
Did you see it before?
And yet again, looking is the herald of the truth. And then truth is arbitrary, because the eyes deceive. It is difficult, however, to deceive a vanishing. The simplest of magicians may be able to do it, but what they make vanish always returns with a flourish and applause and a spell to reappear. Reality frowns on such spells.
Seeing isn't always believing.
It's been at least three hours. To be able to do something like that, she must have been a fairly fit old lady. We weren't that far underground.
Cave-ins.
Look.
Passed over enemies.
Look.
Some hold-u-
LOOK.
No.
Reality gave you time for goodbye. It was never going to bring you time twice.
It gave you time thrice.
I never vanished, did I?
You nearly did.
Reality is quite exact. And I see you opening your mouth. No, nearly is NOT the same as definite.
Why not?
Because...really, how long do you think she would have been around, anyway? I know you extensively researched that spell, it had side affects. Like, if you survived somehow, rapid, rapid, aging.
You're so depressing.
I'm realistic. It would help you.
Faith and just looking for her has always worked for me before.
No one comes out.
I'm sure I told you that looking confirms reality. Wasn't that why we stopped glancing and started talking? Humans are arbitrary. You can debate in words. But reality is absolute.
Silence.
I was trying to write angsty Meredy/Angel brOTP and I just rewatched that episode where Ultear uses Last Ages and decided Angel looks sort of like Ultear and this happened. If you couldn't figure it out, (it was confusing, blame me and my vague self) while fighting Avatar Ultear shows up again per Grey's words, and then she uses Arc of Time to save Meredy's life and vanishes again. Please review!