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To not stop something like this, something so puny and insignificant -
useless imbeciles. Why do I keep you around? Why do I suffer your presence? What use are you if you cannot stop such an insignificant rock ( Read more... )
useless imbeciles. Why do I keep you around? Why do I suffer your presence? What use are you if you cannot stop such an insignificant rock ( Read more... )
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Rosiel...
[And she can't quite figure the best thing to say, or rather, how to say it, so she simply says it as is.]
...brother, control yourself.
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He paces, and he doesn't think that he would be weak. His powers are not completely gone, but still. Still, the helplessness angers him.
But.
But.
Alexiel is here with him. He and Alexiel are together again, just like they were meant to be all along, and he goes to her. She's spoken - she's spoken, hasn't she? He loathes those words as much as he adores and reveres them, and he draws near.]
They mean to insult us, Sister.
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[She's sitting, watching him-it's almost brand new to her, to watch him through her own eyes rather than the eyes of a young boy-and she can't help but wonder if she can truly get him to stop this little fit of rage in the end. At one point, yes, she knows she could have, and while Rosiel is not quite in the exact same condition as he was when she left their world, she's aware he's not quite far from it.
When he approaches, she does not move, lifting her chin only slightly to get a better look at him from her angle. He's very passionate about his opinions of this place, she can tell, while she herself has yet to form much opinion at all. Still, to indulge him in his tantrum would be poor on her part, but to openly oppose his opinions would be just as forfeiting to her goals.
He is her brother, and her most precious despite everything, after all.]
Insult us? The natives?
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He moves over to brush his fingers over her hair, the gentlest touch on spun silk, wanting to savor and destroy at the same time.
After all, Alexiel can heal. Alexiel wouldn't mind. She wouldn't mind if he took, and took, and took from her - the flawless skin, the soft flesh... He's caught between two predicaments, his madness and obsession warring with each other, but he stills.
Alexiel is here.]
The City. The ones who run this, and yet not show their faces.
I saw a little bird the other day. He watches over this City, you know. Perhaps we should pay a visit.
[Perhaps I should pluck those wings.]
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Don't be so concerned, Rosiel. I wouldn't leave before I was finished.
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But my little Lord of Hell, little Princeling, you're already done.
Do, by all means, make your departure known - it seems as if my sister has no further use for your company.
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I'm far from done here.
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