What Has Tobe Done [COMPLETE]
Characters: Hamel and Raiel
Content: After discussing Flute's situation with Garnet, it's now Raiel's turn to talk to Hamel. They haven't been on speaking terms for about a week, though, so it's bound to have a rocky start.
Location: Hamel's Suite
Time of Day: Monday, morning.
Warnings: Cross-dressing, Terminator references, Hamel and Raiel being Hamel and Raiel.
Raiel was calm. It was the steadfast calm born of knowing what one had to do and resolving to do it. There were so many ways this could go wrong and there was no guarantee Hamel would even listen to him, but he knew that he would stay there and work this out no matter what so help him God. Whatever abuse Hamel decided to throw at him, he would suffer it. What needed to happen was going to happen and if Raiel had to bear the brunt of Hamel's rage just so that he'd be able to resolve things with Flute later, then so be it.
He made his way up the stairs to Hamel's suite, his thoughts surprisingly serene. There was none of that anxiousness, or hurried planning of what he was going to say, or anything of the sort. It was just zen, his thoughts clear, focused on nothing.
When he made it to Hamel's door, he raised his hand to knock, but paused - he could hear strains of violin music on the other side of the wall. Schubert, a melancholy prayer for solace. Beautiful, but then, it was Hamel playing it, after all. He waited, lowering his hand, leaning against the door to listen.
Music was a form of expression. Anybody with passing knowledge of the subject knew that. But for musicians like Hamel and Raiel, it ran much deeper than that. Their music sang to the soul, and if Hamel needed to play a song for himself, especially one with such a strong sentiment to it, who was Raiel to interrupt?
So he waited until the last notes faded into the air, and then he stepped back, pausing for a deep breath before finally knocking.
Content: After discussing Flute's situation with Garnet, it's now Raiel's turn to talk to Hamel. They haven't been on speaking terms for about a week, though, so it's bound to have a rocky start.
Location: Hamel's Suite
Time of Day: Monday, morning.
Warnings: Cross-dressing, Terminator references, Hamel and Raiel being Hamel and Raiel.
Raiel was calm. It was the steadfast calm born of knowing what one had to do and resolving to do it. There were so many ways this could go wrong and there was no guarantee Hamel would even listen to him, but he knew that he would stay there and work this out no matter what so help him God. Whatever abuse Hamel decided to throw at him, he would suffer it. What needed to happen was going to happen and if Raiel had to bear the brunt of Hamel's rage just so that he'd be able to resolve things with Flute later, then so be it.
He made his way up the stairs to Hamel's suite, his thoughts surprisingly serene. There was none of that anxiousness, or hurried planning of what he was going to say, or anything of the sort. It was just zen, his thoughts clear, focused on nothing.
When he made it to Hamel's door, he raised his hand to knock, but paused - he could hear strains of violin music on the other side of the wall. Schubert, a melancholy prayer for solace. Beautiful, but then, it was Hamel playing it, after all. He waited, lowering his hand, leaning against the door to listen.
Music was a form of expression. Anybody with passing knowledge of the subject knew that. But for musicians like Hamel and Raiel, it ran much deeper than that. Their music sang to the soul, and if Hamel needed to play a song for himself, especially one with such a strong sentiment to it, who was Raiel to interrupt?
So he waited until the last notes faded into the air, and then he stepped back, pausing for a deep breath before finally knocking.