Day 29: Chapel

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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.]

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[thesadist]

"How can I not?" Daemon replied, lifting a shadowed, tortured gaze to his father's face. "Would you do any differently, were you in my place. It doesn't matter, in the end, that I was not in control. It doesn't change the fact that I should have been."

[highlord-ofhell.livejournal.com]

It took a great deal of effort not to sigh in sad desperation at Daemon's attitude. He knew he was right about how one felt in such a situation. Saetan also knew that he was right about the truth of it, not the feel of it. And he'd be willing to take on anyone else who disagreed with him.

"I wish I could take this burden from you. I can't. I can only tell you I don't blame you for the little I suffered at your hands in the night." He could hope others would be the same. Hadn't he tried to poison Daemon himself in his own efforts to neutralize the younger man? "I think you'll likely feel better when you've eaten and put some time between you and what happened. Didn't the young lady help?"

[thesadist]

Daemon almost told him. Almost opened his mouth and confided to him River's confession. But then he recalled Jaenelle. And how she was the daughter of his father's soul. And since Daemon himself didn't know what to think or feel about River's words, he didn't want to complicate matters further.

"In her own way," was all he answered, instead, his gaze flickering towards her. She'd gone to the male he'd poisoned last night; he didn't even know his name. "There are others who won't be as forgiving."

His gaze flicked immediately to Renji, who he knew was doing his best to pretend to be unaware of his presence entirely.

[highlord-ofhell.livejournal.com]

Sitting beside his son, even holding him wasn't enough. Saetan wanted to hold Daemon's heart, to find and mend the cracks. He knew he'd been fragile when he'd first arrived in Kaeleer, murderous even. And Jaenelle had healed that, had brought her Consort into some sort of stability.

But the man he found here, already seemed to be tottering on that edge again. And Saetan didn't know how to keep him on this side of it, not alone. He'd never been enough for Daemon. They'd both needed Jaenelle in their own way. To his shame, Saetan realized he had counted on the girl, River, to hold Daemon together as Jaenelle had, if nothing else because he was used to deferring to a feminine instinct where Daemon was cocerned.

And it hadn't been enough either. "What they think is their own business," he said, almost surprised at the harshness of his tone. "I can't let you shoulder the blame. She told us what you were doing, and we tried to stop you and failed." He was determined in this.

"Daemon, open up to me if you can... I want to show you how it was, what I felt. It's the most I can do for you."

[thesadist]

"At least you tried," Daemon answered with a quiet sigh, straightening his shoulders and trying to bring his chaotic emotions under control, re-erect the composure that had seen him through centuries of cruelty and hatred. It wasn't easy, but he would manage. He'd need it today, just to keep himself from shattering further.

He turned an intent gaze on his father. "I don't know if I can here, but I'll try," he replied, mentally seeking the barriers that shielded him, looking for some way to lower them, to connect to his father.