[SC] Ten Years Ahead [Genesis + Clovis]

[redpeacock]

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrificeIt had been about a year or so since Genesis disappeared with Vergil. Genesis couldn't tell. He had stopped watching the time since his Meister had gone away

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[justsopretty]

Sound mind and body. His hand lightly touched his forehead as he slipped out of the underground passage to the surface. He moved to press his fingertips against his eyes as he focused on just the feeling of that pressure before finally leaving the safety of the city below. Supplies are getting just a little low. Clovis mumbled to himself as he fiddled with his cravat. Even if he had gone to dress more casually, he still wore this bit of accessory as just messing with it helped to keep his mind busy.

He let his gaze fall upon his gloveless hands. It had also been awhile since he had given up wearing them, but it seemed almost symbolic in a way. For a prince who never got his hands dirty, he finally was doing so both metaphorical and physical. Raising his hand, he lightly laughed into it before setting off. With his status as a deathscythe, with his weapon ability now known, he felt confident about heading to get supplies on his own. Spirit and Genesis would be most proud of me, wouldn't they?The prince smiled to himself in a

[redpeacock]

He paused in his steps as he heard someone call his name. Even after ten years, nothing much had changed about Genesis' facade. He still wore the red duster that was his armor he had in his home world, and the complete SOLDIER uniform that went with it. But with the change of the times and the way he had to survive, he seemed a little more world-weary. And the edge of his coat had begun to fray. His boots had long lost their shine as well.

Turning, he finally saw who called. It was Clovis. His bright blue eyes fixed on him. He remembered how he grew over the ten years of their friendship. Without a word, he began to move forward towards him, slowly. He was still unsure. What would he say?

What would Clovis say to a man who was considered dead a third time?

[justsopretty]

How strange. His mouth opened as he tried to think of more to say. This had happened before when he met with his younger brother, thinking he had been dead all of this time. He felt his shoulders drop and wonder if he should be jaded to think that Genesis was one who had turned traitor; that there were other Kishin and the like out and about the terrain waiting. Such a sneaky and underhanded attack. No, it does not suit him, at all.

Yet he knew that his belief of what he knew of people may not be the reality of the situation. Clovis still could not let that little bit of hope escape him. His gaze slipped off to the side as it almost hurt to see his dear friend's face after so long. Still, it always returned to it no matter how he would try to look away. Is this more of me trying to acknowledge and accept the things that I may not like?

"Well, what are you, then?" His tone soft, thoughtful. "The Hero? The Traveler? Or, the Prisoner?"

[redpeacock]

At Clovis' words, Genesis stopped walking again. He remembered. He had left LOVELESS in his room before that last mission with Vergil. He still knew everything by memory, though. It was story he never did forget.

"Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return"

If he wasn't seeing a mirage, then perhaps Clovis would know-- Clovis would know what his answer was.