Salvation 1: Leashed
Day 19: 3:30 PM - The town of Mainz; The Docks/The Longshot]
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♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ to Lover for coming up with the "leashing" euphamism.
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( The corpses looked almost as though they were dancing with one another. )
[NOTE: This thread picks up from HERE.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ to Lover for coming up with the "leashing" euphamism.
This post may contain vaguely disturbing content. Reader be warned.]
( The corpses looked almost as though they were dancing with one another. )
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For a moment he stares at the woman and then the ship lurches as it disembarks, breaking his line of vision. The half-demon sways with the motion, allowing his body to absorb it to keep his balance, and blinks owlishly at the familiar stranger.
He doesn't know what to say to her. Doesn't know what to do. Why is she being this nice to him? As far as he could tell, she loathed him. ... And didn't Yozak throw her in the dungeon . . .?
"Why are you here?"
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A bell sent out peels of bronze laughter from the center of town.
"I didn't know you were funny."
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"Take me to my cabin."
The boy complied immediately, leading the redhead below deck to the passengers' cabins. Their room was nice, Yozak noted with pleasure. There were several single beds in his cabin, a table with chairs, and a small desk. He found a pen and paper in the desk and settled down to scrawl out a quick letter to the Maou.
It was a short salutation, light on details and full of cheer, but Yozak's heart wasn't into it. When he finally rolled the scrap of paper shut, he was glad it was over. The letter, the journey, the mission...everything.
It was all over.
Now what?He lingers for a while after sealing the letter. The silence in the cabin is comforting, giving him a minute to collect his scattered thoughts. And besides, he doesn't want to be above deck while those lynched half-breeds are still swinging in plain sight, falling apart at their seams like rotting dolls. It brings back bad memories. This whole damn ( ... )
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He had not expected the other man to come near him after their ride--especially given how much they had been avoiding one another. For a moment vitriol sits on his tongue, but he swallows it and turns to look at the redhead. Yozak is . . . pretty. Soft in strange ways that Conrad would not normally associate with a man, but almost breathtakingly beautiful when the light catches him just right.
The hatch cover shifts slightly as Yozak settles down beside him, his cool blue eyes watching the dissapearing coast. Conrad wants to reach out and touch him to see if he's real, but then and odd sort of sadness casts a shadow over those eyes.
"No matter how many times I visit home, I never get tired of leaving. It looks better from this angle."
The tension in the brunet's shoulder slips away and he relaxes his hand.
"I ( ... )
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The pigeon coos softly when Yozak stops petting it. He quickly begins to pet the animal again, but he can't keep the curious expression off his face as he looks over at the brunet.
Why is Conrad sorry? He didn't do anything wrong...
"Why?"
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He picks the closest item at hand and shrugs loosely. "If I hadn't been captured, you would never have had to come back here." He watches the fingers of his left hand work over the knuckles of his right. Occasionally, he forgets that that's not really his own arm. "So I'm sorry."
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