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capeandcowl20202013-03-03 12:42 pm
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She'd spent most of the last two weeks in a motel upstate, studying the space and waiting for a sign. His thread was so irregular, erratic. She might think she saw it only to find him gone once she had the portal open. Six times this has happened in twice as many days, and six had always been her number. Sixth astrological sign, sixth caste from the bottom, six letters in her name, six spines in the emblem of Space, six legs before she cocooned. An ill omen, an unlucky position, story of her life. She's tried of fortune frowning on her, and she isn't about to surrender to failure. Eventually she'd make it, she knew she would.
Seventh time's the charm.
It was almost odd to see him now, formerly so tall, now almost shorter than her. The years change so much. She wasn't even sure he noticed her when she touched his arm, a little nervous. She has to dig deep to find her voice. "Soldier."
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No, no, NO–
In a flash, the landscape had changed, leaving Someone behind. Teleporting was exhausting, and enough of an in to push mindless fear out. Blue began to crumple, feeling again the contact at his arm, just beginning to be aware of the fleeting familiarity behind it.
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"Blue? Soldier Blue?" She leaned in a couple feet away, close, but trying not to be threatening. Her hands remained clasped at her breast. "Do you remember me? You've been absent a long time."
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Confusion flickered across his face as he lifted his head, mixed with the apprehension practically constant with him. He stared, searching her face – horns? – and the uncertain air about her.
Absent? Where?
His glance darted away, around them.
"...This is not the City." It wasn't. Not any he could remember. And, looking back at her. She was...
"...You've changed."
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"We've all had to change, the passage of time necessitates it." Though he may be exempt from this rule now. He looked the same as he ever did, one could almost believe they're the same age now. She finally took the time now to orient herself to the new location, finding the cluster of familiar threads and dark spots she knew represented home to her left. "But nothing to quite the degree that the City has. It isn't safe there."
She turned from it to face him again, looking earnestly into his red eyes. He had been little more than a phantom to her for two weeks, she knows something must be wrong. "You seem confused, are you alright?
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The City? Not safe? It hadn't always been perfect, but...
"I don't understand," he breathed, feeling his chest tighten. He had to sit up straighter from where he'd fallen, finding himself sore, more tired than before. "I don't understand what you're saying. What's happened to you? To the City?"
To me?
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"To put it simply, they openly stopped tolerating us. We were scattered to the winds once they began the arrests, and now those of us who remain free eke out what existence is available." Those existences often being isolated. When you haven't seen your girlfriend, your brother, your compatriots, or your friends in years, the people you find yourself associating with are always held a little suspect. You never know what they might do if they knew who you really were.
"We should seek shelter, it isn't safe out in the open like this."
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It isn't safe...
Safe. Safe from...
Blue's knees began to buckle, sinking against her hold.
"It's not," he said in a breath, trying to find stability again amid a rising anxiety. "Kanaya...you need to go..."
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She braced an arm behind his back to support the increased burden, examining the threads around them to plot an escape. It had taken her so long to find him, and she has so few people left from the old days, she can't just leave him now. Perhaps it was a kind of selfishness, a defense against being lonely. She just wanted to find him somewhere he might feel okay.
"Their intentions will not be kind if they should find you, the only ambition you will be met with is a determination to see you broken, perhaps even put to use as a means to break others. I can't allow that to happen."
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Blue's grip on Kanaya's arm tightened substantially, struck by the words, the thoughts it led to. High-pitched signals, the feeling of horrible sound and confusion boring right into his head while florescent lights burned his eyelids.
It bled over, throbbing and whining into Kanaya's mind, swirling with the echo of protests from the past.
No–
"No–" he echoed, recoiling, his fingers clawing toward his temples. "I won't– It's...I've already..."
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Her hands balled into fists, she could taste blood from gritting her teeth, her fangs digging into her lip. She never liked the flavor of her own blood, not minty like the color would suggest, but sour, salty. Like something her body knew wouldn't be an effective source of sustenance, something that wasn't outside itself.
It took all her willpower to keep them both on their feet, to reach over and touch his cheek, to not squeeze and harm from the tension. Her hands were shaking. "B-Blue, please, you...you have to...get a hold of yourself... This is...this is just what they want!"