Remember....
Title: Remember
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Allelujah/Marie
Warnings: Complete and utter fluff
02 Remember
There would be nights in the past where Allelujah would wake with sweat covering his body and guilt wracking his conscience. The echo of his other self would sometimes greet him. Sometimes there would be nothing. Allelujah had lost himself in the guilt and pain he felt for his mistakes. It was so much so that he could seldom return to sleep after having those nightmares. It was bad enough to remember every day. It was another story to not even escape his conscience in his sleep. Even more unsettling was the ever present realization that Allelujah was alone aside from his hellish other self. He had killed everyone important to him, abandoned the rest, and had led himself to a life where his sole purpose was to make the world answer for it.
It was almost as if that sole memory had been enough to define him completely.
Before Allelujah had been captured he’d regained a momentary wish to live. The desire had soon fled him and he’d found himself in a pointless existence. He had found a family in the form of the Ptolemy, but the only thing that filled his thoughts was Marie. With those thoughts came the constant reminder of how he left her behind and what transpired afterward. Being held in captivity only forced a silence on Allelujah that made him think even more. It didn’t help that his other self’s constant presence, while certainly not wanted the majority of the time, had come abruptly and thus been hard to adjust to. He couldn’t enjoy his freedom and solitude of mind in an empty silent hell like this.
Still, there was something about the memory of Marie that graced him with comfort.
When Allelujah woke that night from a memory he was covered in sweat. It had been a year since he’d been in captivity and a year since he’d woken up from those dreams. He tried to catch his breath as he looked at the ceiling and half expected a voice to greet him- half expected there to be a silence that took him over. Instead there was just a hand that suddenly put itself on his arm. He looked to the side with a start and saw a woman with long silver white hair and it took him a moment to register that he was not in an apartment where he spent his days off or in an empty quiet room where he was bound to a chair. He was with Marie. And for once his voice didn’t escape him, fear didn’t consume him, and there was a small feeling of relief as he awoke as opposed to the ever present hatred of himself.
“Are you all right Allelujah?” He looked to her and saw the blanket at her waist, her chest bare to him, and he smiled at her. He pulled her into an embrace. “Yes, Marie. I’m fine…” Unlike before, Allelujah had better days to remember.
He held Marie in his arms and felt the lingering feeling of the desire to live and protect wash over him.
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Allelujah/Marie
Warnings: Complete and utter fluff
02 Remember
There would be nights in the past where Allelujah would wake with sweat covering his body and guilt wracking his conscience. The echo of his other self would sometimes greet him. Sometimes there would be nothing. Allelujah had lost himself in the guilt and pain he felt for his mistakes. It was so much so that he could seldom return to sleep after having those nightmares. It was bad enough to remember every day. It was another story to not even escape his conscience in his sleep. Even more unsettling was the ever present realization that Allelujah was alone aside from his hellish other self. He had killed everyone important to him, abandoned the rest, and had led himself to a life where his sole purpose was to make the world answer for it.
It was almost as if that sole memory had been enough to define him completely.
Before Allelujah had been captured he’d regained a momentary wish to live. The desire had soon fled him and he’d found himself in a pointless existence. He had found a family in the form of the Ptolemy, but the only thing that filled his thoughts was Marie. With those thoughts came the constant reminder of how he left her behind and what transpired afterward. Being held in captivity only forced a silence on Allelujah that made him think even more. It didn’t help that his other self’s constant presence, while certainly not wanted the majority of the time, had come abruptly and thus been hard to adjust to. He couldn’t enjoy his freedom and solitude of mind in an empty silent hell like this.
Still, there was something about the memory of Marie that graced him with comfort.
When Allelujah woke that night from a memory he was covered in sweat. It had been a year since he’d been in captivity and a year since he’d woken up from those dreams. He tried to catch his breath as he looked at the ceiling and half expected a voice to greet him- half expected there to be a silence that took him over. Instead there was just a hand that suddenly put itself on his arm. He looked to the side with a start and saw a woman with long silver white hair and it took him a moment to register that he was not in an apartment where he spent his days off or in an empty quiet room where he was bound to a chair. He was with Marie. And for once his voice didn’t escape him, fear didn’t consume him, and there was a small feeling of relief as he awoke as opposed to the ever present hatred of himself.
“Are you all right Allelujah?” He looked to her and saw the blanket at her waist, her chest bare to him, and he smiled at her. He pulled her into an embrace. “Yes, Marie. I’m fine…” Unlike before, Allelujah had better days to remember.
He held Marie in his arms and felt the lingering feeling of the desire to live and protect wash over him.