Kaworu noticed the smile. Shinji smiled at him often, he felt, but he sensed the differences. They were faint, and to many they would mean nothing. Such small variables meant nothing to those that weren't close. They weren't close enough to notice, or to understand the depth of meaning. They couldn't understand how it had made Kaworu feel, even if they could grasp why. Few would deny that evidence of affection could mean everything to the one that had received it. It gave perspective to all Kaworu had seen, all that he had done.
He believed Shinji when he spoke. He had wanted Kaworu here. This was where Kaworu belonged now, even if it hadn't always been. Even if it wasn't in his nature. It was not in this place, though, but next to Shinji where he belonged, where was himself and yet something more. He couldn't define it, but didn't doubt it. "I'll come for you again, then," he decided.
His mind began to elaborate on the possibility of more nights like this, standing in the dark together, but there was no time for it. Noise flooded the halls (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/998337.html), and Kaworu knew the voice that spoke, and understood the signals of pain in the other one, the one who didn't speak. Landel was more difficult to grasp. It brought back memories of the night he was taken. The same soft amusement, but with an intent to cause pain. Still, Landel desired pain, and the Lilim that had taken him had simply not cared to avoid it. In this case, there should have been anger. Indignation. Accusation. But it only came through his words and actions, and never in his voice.
Speech was replaced by light. Light that came violently. Kaworu listened as it ripped through filaments and shattered glass. A florescent tube down the hall swung down, ripped from its bearings. As Shinji had startled his body before, so did this. It never left, only withdrew, until poor lighting surrounded them and fed that which stayed uneasy in him.
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He believed Shinji when he spoke. He had wanted Kaworu here. This was where Kaworu belonged now, even if it hadn't always been. Even if it wasn't in his nature. It was not in this place, though, but next to Shinji where he belonged, where was himself and yet something more. He couldn't define it, but didn't doubt it. "I'll come for you again, then," he decided.
His mind began to elaborate on the possibility of more nights like this, standing in the dark together, but there was no time for it. Noise flooded the halls (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/998337.html), and Kaworu knew the voice that spoke, and understood the signals of pain in the other one, the one who didn't speak. Landel was more difficult to grasp. It brought back memories of the night he was taken. The same soft amusement, but with an intent to cause pain. Still, Landel desired pain, and the Lilim that had taken him had simply not cared to avoid it. In this case, there should have been anger. Indignation. Accusation. But it only came through his words and actions, and never in his voice.
Speech was replaced by light. Light that came violently. Kaworu listened as it ripped through filaments and shattered glass. A florescent tube down the hall swung down, ripped from its bearings. As Shinji had startled his body before, so did this. It never left, only withdrew, until poor lighting surrounded them and fed that which stayed uneasy in him.