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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 13, 2009 22:10:44 GMT -5
Angelo seemed to flicker in surprise, becoming for a brief moment transparent before regaining his solidity. It wasn't the same. He knew it was not the same. Even so, the similarities they shared haunted him with a dark dread. She was being called to find a more fulfilling purpose. He had been called by the emptiness of a soul that had never had a purpose. Her pendant, no doubt, was something that held hope and memory. His had been a cold, dark gift from a demon, that twisted him and rocked his balance. That made him forsake this place and destroy countless innocents.
He could still taste their blood, pungent even through his fog of memory.
He had intended to come back for friendship as well. For the opportunity to permanantly end it. God be blessed that Cecil had stopped him. Angelo knew something of pain. He knew Hell, and he did not want Azu to ever have that burden. His eyes softened.
"I cannot leave this place for long, but you may still need my help while you are gone," he said to her. Angelo took something from his cloak, what appeared to be a small silver cross with a circle running through it. He put it in her hand, smiling. "With this you can call me, if you are ever in need."
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Post by Noro on Jul 13, 2009 22:35:35 GMT -5
The small cross seemed to weigh everything and nothing at the same time. She could feel it and had a hard time holding it because of the shock it brought her while still being so featherlight that it was hard to believe it was there. The moment Angelo's hand left hers, the small cross lit up, just as her pendant did. She held it up to her eye, it reflected back into them. Whatever the material was, it seemed to change, adapting to fit her. It was still silver, but now its hue was more radiant and somewhat iridescently blue. The icy flames receded back so that they were contained in the cross. She was able to look through the surface and see the flickering tongues.
A smile lit up Azu's face and a single tear rolled down her cheek. No one had ever given her anything before. Never. She had always been forced to get everything on her own, she had never relied on anyone else to do anything for her. No one had ever been there to do anything for her anyway, though. Not until now. Such a gesture might have been small to someone else, but it meant the world to her. Azu lifted the cross to her necklace and watch as it automatically fused onto it. There was no link, it seemed to be hanging on to nothing a few millimeters below the chain, but it was on. A steady glow shone from it. She put it back into her shirt gingerly, a sense of ease overwhelming her as she felt it settle in close to her heart. It was now her most valued item.
Azu's eyes sparked and flashed gold with emotion before shimmering back to their normal blue. It was not unusual, but it was rare for her to feel an emotion strong enough to make her eyes turn. Her smile begun to fade on her face, shattered by the choking sense of sadness. She frowned slightly to Angelo, unable to find a way to convey how much it meant to her.
The iris to her left continued to rub her arm, tickling her slightly as she hung her mouth ajar, searching for the right words.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 13, 2009 22:53:24 GMT -5
"I have never been able to express myself very well. Words can be difficult to tame," he said, as if knowing the struggle Azu was facing. Angelo did not need an explanation. Her eyes had told him enough.
"You're welcome," the young man added warmly. It was not the snide 'you're welcome' that was sometimes heard, something spiteful to remind a person that they had not said thank you, and were rude and stupid because of it. Angelo said it in a genuine way, as if she had already given any gratitude that he needed.
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Post by Noro on Jul 13, 2009 23:50:37 GMT -5
The air around Azu seemed to grow heavier and harder to breathe in normally as she grew tired. Her breathing began to slow and she slid down to lay on her side, still facing Angelo. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to keep her eyes open, but she didn't want to sleep. Not yet, at least.
"Adieu, mon amour," her lamenting voice came out no louder than the faintest whisper as she sung the words to a lullaby she once knew, "Le soleil a placé et votre temps est venu pour dormir les rêves doux et pour dériver dans le ciel ci-dessus, l'étreinte chaude de nuits ci-dessous." Her eyes never left Angelo's throughout the short song, even when they slowly began to close of their own accord.
"Adieu... adieu." The sound finally faded all together from her mouth, a soft ending as her last tear fell lightly upon her cheek.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 27, 2009 23:17:14 GMT -5
Angelo placed a hand on her shoulder and watched her through the night. Though nothing came to threaten them in this quiet, peaceful place, he sat there happy in knowing that tonight, even if no other, she was safe. He knew not the song that she had sung, nor the meaning of her words, but it collected in the heather before the breeze rushed it around them.
"Ah-dew, Azu," he agreed faintly, as the morning dawn came, so quickly. Its beams shone through Angelo as if he were only so many motes of dust, and the young man faded away into nothing.
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Post by Noro on Jul 27, 2009 23:42:15 GMT -5
Azu woke lightly from her sleep, feeling something was wrong. Her bright blue eyes caught the sunrise through narrow slits. Upon impulse she turned away, her head moving to escape the light. What she saw instead was Angelo, fading away with the rest of the shadows in the light of day. She opened her mouth in protest but then decided to close it again. It was his time, now it is hers.
Azu rose quickly, shaking off her fatigue with the dew that had collected on her clothes. The wind pulled at her toussled hair. Taking one last look at the sun on the horizon, raising from its watery bed, she turned. Setting her pace so that the land passed quickly beneath her feat she left the lighthouse and its surroundings with a sense of ease. She fingered the cross on her neck gingerly. Now, her journey had begun.
"Goodbye, Angelo." The wind carried her last words away and she disappeared into the far waiting forest.
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