2 works perfectly!morethanpastaApril 5 2012, 14:24:29 UTC
[For the life of him, Feliciano can't pinpoint when something had begun to change about Dean. He had never been the most observant of nations and really, pasta and wine and pretty girls were far more interesting to observe, but there was something off about him lately. It wasn't anything in particular he did or said, more that Feliciano didn't feel quite comfortable around him anymore... not quite safe. Coward that he was, he had learnt to trust his instincts. If something felt dangerous, it was best to run or hide behind someone stronger.
Feliciano gulped. He sure felt like hiding right now. It had just been an innocent surprise visit, he hadn't meant anything by it! He whimpered softly as he backed away as inconspiciously as he could.]
[His hand came up and absently wiped at the blood on his face, smearing it. The read contrasted with the green eyes that were above them, but it didn't deepen them or bring any shine to them. The guy who could help him with Sam wnated a few things taken care of, and Dean had finally got desperate enough to accept.
Remorse crept into his dull eyes as his friend he'd made cowered back, not much unlike the first time they'd met. No, it was unlike the first time they'd met - there was nothing but fear that Dean could see there.
[He takes another little step back with a pathetic whimper, realizing all too late that he has backed himself against a wall. He cringes away from the cold concrete brushing his back, wanting nothing better than to run and hide and cry for Ludwig to save him. But there's just him and Dean and nowhere to run...
His voice trembles as he speaks up again, a mere whisper.] I surrender...?
It's not going to work. To risk sounding like a terrible movie cliche: you've seen too much. I can't let you walk out of here and screw up what I'm doing here.
[He gives him a truly apologetic look.] I'm sorry, but what I'd have to give up to not do this is the one thing I can't.
[Feli makes a little strangled sound in the back of his throat, as if he were already in his death throes. Indeed, his hands rise to his throat, covering it protectively. Instead of flinching from it, he presses himself against the wall now, hoping against hope that he can sink into it and hide. His teary eyes are very, very wide and look just as betrayed as incomprehending.]
No no no no no! You're my friend! [He shakes his head frantically.] It's a joke! Hahaha! Please say it's a joke! [At least he's not at the "panicked beyond coherent thoughts" stage - yet - and it's all because he's still clinging to the belief that it's an elaborate prank. Dean wouldn't do this. Dean's a good person. It can't be true.]
[He is a good person under it all, which is why doing this hurts him. But... The be all and end all is that if he takes out the people on the list, Sam gets better.]
I wish it was a joke. But if I do this, Sam gets better.
That... that... that's not true! [These last words come out shrill, though not very loud for his voice is choked by his tears.] Nothing's going to get better if you do evil things! Doing evil only gets more people hurt!
[Shaking his head frantically, Feliciano slides down along the wall until he is crouching on the dirty pavement.]
[His voice now has a hard edge to it. He really, really doesn't expect you, the one who drops his brother for something shiny and new all too often, to get it.]
You're not a good brother. You don't know what the hell it means to give anything for your sibling. So don't try and call this like you know what the hell you're on about.
[He's getting nasty to try and distance himself from what he has to do. This really is playing hell with him.]
[Feliciano flinches as if he had been slapped. Just a few months ago, when he arrived in Pareidolia, the accusation of being a bad brother would have been easy to shrug off... but that had been before the cursed monkey paw changed everything.]
I know I'm not a good brother, I know! I'm a terrible brother! [He hides his face against his knees and hugs his own legs, all the while trembling.] But I would give anything to be better. I would do anything to undo it... [His voice becomes softer as he speaks, realization sinking in...] Anything...
[He looks up again with teary eyes.] I think I understand... But it's still wrong!
[He's no good at being the voice of reason. He's just the one who runs away. But there's nowhere to run, is there? Besides, Dean is too important to run.]
So you're just going to... [He waves a hand around vaguely, unable to find the right words.] Do you think your brother would want that? I wouldn't want my big brother to kill people for me!
[He Flinches visibly. Then his desperation is clear to see.] At least he'll be ab;e to do something about it! Yell at me or, hell, even bitchface and tell me he hates me. Anything.
[Feli falls silent again, at a loss how to respond to that.]
There's got to be some other way... [His voice is soft and weak, more of a plea than anything else. All tales should have a happy end... except he knows very well that most don't, not in real life.]
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Feliciano gulped. He sure felt like hiding right now. It had just been an innocent surprise visit, he hadn't meant anything by it! He whimpered softly as he backed away as inconspiciously as he could.]
Dean... what... what... what are you doing?
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Remorse crept into his dull eyes as his friend he'd made cowered back, not much unlike the first time they'd met. No, it was unlike the first time they'd met - there was nothing but fear that Dean could see there.
He sighs softly as he tucks the gun away.]
What I have to. It's the only way he'll help.
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[He takes another little step back with a pathetic whimper, realizing all too late that he has backed himself against a wall. He cringes away from the cold concrete brushing his back, wanting nothing better than to run and hide and cry for Ludwig to save him. But there's just him and Dean and nowhere to run...
His voice trembles as he speaks up again, a mere whisper.] I surrender...?
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It's not going to work. To risk sounding like a terrible movie cliche: you've seen too much. I can't let you walk out of here and screw up what I'm doing here.
[He gives him a truly apologetic look.] I'm sorry, but what I'd have to give up to not do this is the one thing I can't.
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No no no no no! You're my friend! [He shakes his head frantically.] It's a joke! Hahaha! Please say it's a joke! [At least he's not at the "panicked beyond coherent thoughts" stage - yet - and it's all because he's still clinging to the belief that it's an elaborate prank. Dean wouldn't do this. Dean's a good person. It can't be true.]
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I wish it was a joke. But if I do this, Sam gets better.
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[Shaking his head frantically, Feliciano slides down along the wall until he is crouching on the dirty pavement.]
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[His voice now has a hard edge to it. He really, really doesn't expect you, the one who drops his brother for something shiny and new all too often, to get it.]
You're not a good brother. You don't know what the hell it means to give anything for your sibling. So don't try and call this like you know what the hell you're on about.
[He's getting nasty to try and distance himself from what he has to do. This really is playing hell with him.]
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I know I'm not a good brother, I know! I'm a terrible brother! [He hides his face against his knees and hugs his own legs, all the while trembling.] But I would give anything to be better. I would do anything to undo it... [His voice becomes softer as he speaks, realization sinking in...] Anything...
[He looks up again with teary eyes.] I think I understand... But it's still wrong!
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All I've ever done is do what I need to to keep him safe. Hell if I'm going to stop now.
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So you're just going to... [He waves a hand around vaguely, unable to find the right words.] Do you think your brother would want that? I wouldn't want my big brother to kill people for me!
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I need him
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There's got to be some other way... [His voice is soft and weak, more of a plea than anything else. All tales should have a happy end... except he knows very well that most don't, not in real life.]
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[He bites down on his bottom lip, whimpers gently.]
I'm not one of the smart nations, that's Germany and England and China and... [Wait.] England says he can do magic!
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