kuroshitsuji, gundam 00;
Sebastian/Ciel, short piece
"Tell me."
Ciel is sitting in a chair, his hands curved over the arms. Sebastian is standing behind him, white cloth draped over his arm.
"Tell me." Ciel places his cutlery down in expectation but his eyes are fixed on the portrait on the wall facing him.
"The neck," Sebastian's nails scratching across the back of Ciel's neck, "is easier than the heart or any of the other organs. So frail, thin. The width of a human hand." Sebastian's palm and then his fingers measuring Ciel's neck. "Not as much pressure is needed if the right angle is used." Sebastian's gloved hand presses down. "However, care needs to be taken if it is to be done efficiently. If force is applied incorrectly, then only paralysis may result." He lefts his hand off, offers Sebastian the cloth. "Are you pleased, young master?"
Ciel takes the cloth and wipes his fingers on it. "Yes. It serves well enough as a reminder." Sebastian bows and Ciel leaves, with passion and dispassion within his expression.
Tieria...Veda (post ep 24), Lockon/Tieria. Idek lksjglksjgs.
Now, only a consciousness, he is a human, Innovade memory amongst the digital memory of Veda's processes. In this space where all time is relative and all certainties are probable, he travels along Veda's circuits, looking, observing, exploring.
He is exhilirated. The simple mind link he had before cannot compare to this immersion.
Though at times, he isn't sure who he is anymore. Instead of sensations, he experiences series of numbers and codes. He thought he remembered the other transmitting this information. He isn't aware of where the other is now. However, this 'thought', this piece of errant data is discarded, transferred to where other unquantifiables are stored. Veda controls all.
He stops, however, at records of Celestial Being's missions. For he is overcome not with processes or codes but with the crackling of warping metal and the taste of blood metallic, the sound of screams and irrevocability. He is seeing images of what was once familiar but has now been dissipated into a series of colours and lines. Now he struggles. He wills himself to, for he feels - and it is a feeling from Tieria Erde, not Veda - that this is important. He wills himself into a simulacram of his living form and moves towards the video log that is now being projected. This form feels heavy to him, too tight and focused. Yet, he moves closer until his fingertips meet with the fingertips of the figure in the projection. Lockon. And he remembers, true memory in the place of digital. Another place where their hands had touched like this, and more, and the tone of a voice that is now only preserved as the reproduced reverberations of air. The harshness of battle, and the tenderness of aftermath.
As he floats within this area where time is not relative, but fixed at a point and where the probabilities are finite, he remembers something else that had nearly been eroded by dissemination. In the moments when he had bled out from being fully Tieria Erde to Veda, he had thought, as he once had, 'now I can finally be where you are, Lockon'. His last sight the Meister's, a Meister's, profile illuminated on Veda's displays. Perhaps he had achieved it this time.
"Tell me."
Ciel is sitting in a chair, his hands curved over the arms. Sebastian is standing behind him, white cloth draped over his arm.
"Tell me." Ciel places his cutlery down in expectation but his eyes are fixed on the portrait on the wall facing him.
"The neck," Sebastian's nails scratching across the back of Ciel's neck, "is easier than the heart or any of the other organs. So frail, thin. The width of a human hand." Sebastian's palm and then his fingers measuring Ciel's neck. "Not as much pressure is needed if the right angle is used." Sebastian's gloved hand presses down. "However, care needs to be taken if it is to be done efficiently. If force is applied incorrectly, then only paralysis may result." He lefts his hand off, offers Sebastian the cloth. "Are you pleased, young master?"
Ciel takes the cloth and wipes his fingers on it. "Yes. It serves well enough as a reminder." Sebastian bows and Ciel leaves, with passion and dispassion within his expression.
Tieria...Veda (post ep 24), Lockon/Tieria. Idek lksjglksjgs.
Now, only a consciousness, he is a human, Innovade memory amongst the digital memory of Veda's processes. In this space where all time is relative and all certainties are probable, he travels along Veda's circuits, looking, observing, exploring.
He is exhilirated. The simple mind link he had before cannot compare to this immersion.
Though at times, he isn't sure who he is anymore. Instead of sensations, he experiences series of numbers and codes. He thought he remembered the other transmitting this information. He isn't aware of where the other is now. However, this 'thought', this piece of errant data is discarded, transferred to where other unquantifiables are stored. Veda controls all.
He stops, however, at records of Celestial Being's missions. For he is overcome not with processes or codes but with the crackling of warping metal and the taste of blood metallic, the sound of screams and irrevocability. He is seeing images of what was once familiar but has now been dissipated into a series of colours and lines. Now he struggles. He wills himself to, for he feels - and it is a feeling from Tieria Erde, not Veda - that this is important. He wills himself into a simulacram of his living form and moves towards the video log that is now being projected. This form feels heavy to him, too tight and focused. Yet, he moves closer until his fingertips meet with the fingertips of the figure in the projection. Lockon. And he remembers, true memory in the place of digital. Another place where their hands had touched like this, and more, and the tone of a voice that is now only preserved as the reproduced reverberations of air. The harshness of battle, and the tenderness of aftermath.
As he floats within this area where time is not relative, but fixed at a point and where the probabilities are finite, he remembers something else that had nearly been eroded by dissemination. In the moments when he had bled out from being fully Tieria Erde to Veda, he had thought, as he once had, 'now I can finally be where you are, Lockon'. His last sight the Meister's, a Meister's, profile illuminated on Veda's displays. Perhaps he had achieved it this time.