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Day 29: Chapel
Hiei didn't give a damn about religious services, meditation, or pretending to be social. The always sudden waking after night put him in a bad mood, this one particularly so. Even with Kurikara licking him like some perverted moron, the warmth the dragon provided was welcome in Hiei's bed, and missing when he woke, giving the surrounding air a greater sense of chill.
But the perfect thing to relieve his anger might just be making an appearance that morning, and that at least gave Hiei hope for a decent day.
Hopefully Kurikara and Kurama both would be clever enough to figure it out for themselves. Without hesitation, Hiei demanded to be led to the temple, taking a seat in one of the rear pews. Humans had a way of overdoing things, and this place wasn't really much exception to that. Granted Hiei's limited knowledge prevented him from realizing there were much more outrageous churches, but to the demon, the colored pieces of glass and polished wood seemed to be much.
It didn't matter, however. Either could be turned into weapons, perfect objects to slice into that damned head doctor's throat or bash in his skull. That was a thought worth grinning about.
[Feel free to pester. Just, uh, be aware that he's not exactly nice.]
But the perfect thing to relieve his anger might just be making an appearance that morning, and that at least gave Hiei hope for a decent day.
Hopefully Kurikara and Kurama both would be clever enough to figure it out for themselves. Without hesitation, Hiei demanded to be led to the temple, taking a seat in one of the rear pews. Humans had a way of overdoing things, and this place wasn't really much exception to that. Granted Hiei's limited knowledge prevented him from realizing there were much more outrageous churches, but to the demon, the colored pieces of glass and polished wood seemed to be much.
It didn't matter, however. Either could be turned into weapons, perfect objects to slice into that damned head doctor's throat or bash in his skull. That was a thought worth grinning about.
[Feel free to pester. Just, uh, be aware that he's not exactly nice.]
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Her words were hollow. Her words were nothing. Without answering any question of preference with anything more than a single word, the location that she had to be, River stood up mechanically, twitching and pawing at her tangled, brown hair occasionally as she was led down the hall to the Chapel. A place of worship. A place to worship. A place for worship, but it wasn't hers. Wasn't logical. Wasn't anything more than a tarnished symbol of somethings that weren't even written in stone. Wasn't anything to her and wouldn't have been had he not been sitting alone in his corner, cloaked in a thousand and one shames.
River was not discreet, but her tortured, aggitated demeanor was strangely soothed at the sight of him. Caring little for respect held tongue in cheek, the girl hurried right over to his side, flouncing down into the seat next to Daemon with a far-too-serious-to-be-serious expression on her face.
"Boo," she repeated in the same, serious tone, despite the fact that her arrival had been anything but stealthy.
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"You are alright?" he asked, needing to know, needing to make sure, his voice low and hoarse with strain.
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"But I'm fine. Happy. Comforted. All sorts of good things came from it. And it's okay." A small hand reached out to find his. "They made me do it too."
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"I had to come see you last night. So that I could see all of you, parts you wouldn't let me see, things I could only glimpse fleeting sparks of in the dark places. And I'm happy."
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Blood. The sharp taste of fear, not his own. The scent of sex, but nothing of love. Memories that had haunted him for almost a decade, still fractured in his fragile mind. He had been another man's vessel last night. And how easily things could have turned out much worse...
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"What am I to do with you?"
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"I just... You don't have to, and you can't on some level, but. It's all so mixed up and complex. Word can mean anything from a subject that gives the pleasure of a simple meal to interpersonal levels of varying types of affection. Saying it doesn't mean everything that follows behind the parade that usually comes with it. And there's the psycholoical effect of a girl who's never had a parade in all her life, not like this. Seeing everything and still experiencing the sensation made by the brain parts or some abstract concept of developing emotion with the heart. It means..." River took a deep breath. "But you can't fully, and I'm aware. You needed to know. I needed to tell you, and it's better now." She paused, eyeing him curiously to gauge his reaction before repeating somewhat nervously. "You're not obligated to anything."
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"Lady, I think you may need to tell me again. I don't think I caught it the first time."
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"I love you, dummy." An instant flush crossed her cheeks as she looked away again, desperately grasping for something to say as more babble, truths and all, came pouring out of her mouth.
"That is to say, I mean, you're bound. And I know that. And I don't expect anything. Not a bit. Can't be three persons in a pair, and you have another half already. One more third doesn't logically combine into a whole. Mathematics don't work out, and... And I know. I know you can't."
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Triangles meant little here. There was no Blood, no protocol, no Queen. There was no sweet Darkness to comfort, only to frighten and control. In this place, the taint had ruined those who dwelt here.
he didn't try to trivialize her words, dismiss them as some girlish crush. River was not a little girl. And even if this was a passing thing, a fleeting attraction, Daemon would not diminish it with careless words.
Instead, he brushed a kiss against her brow, tucking her hair behind her ear in a now-familiar motion. "Lady, you mean far more to me than you can imagine, even in the short time we have been here." The draw he felt to her, the feelings she awoke, were too strong to name, and even Daemon himself was still unfamiliar with them enough to be able to put them into words. He only hope she could feel and tell, even without his stumbled, inadequate reply.
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"Sun's peeking out from behind the clouds," she mused, looking up at him. "Has to face the day."
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There was still more to see. Still more to face. He was stronger, though. Because she was always there.
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