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fairytaleknightWhen the battle comes at last, Fakir has decided, it's likely to occur on rough terrain rather than in a salle with a flat wooden floor and a mirrored surface. He ought to practice his sword forms on uneven ground.
That's why Fakir has found a convenient ruined tower in which to run through his Marozzo routines.
That's why Fakir has found a convenient ruined tower in which to run through his Marozzo routines.
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Date: 2010-01-17 06:38 am (UTC)He began by looking in the yard in front of his dorm, and the practice rooms, and then the yard behind the school (although he doesn't linger there for very long), and he was thinking of looking in the town when instead he finds himself coming to the steps of a ruined tower.
His footsteps are soft and graceful on the stairs.
Hmmm.
Fakir has a sword.
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Date: 2010-01-17 07:32 am (UTC)Fakir's swordwork isn't bad today; he's concentrating, and he's been practicing fairly constantly for the last few weeks, so he's moving like a fighter rather than a danseur.
When Fakir lowers the tip of the Lohengrin sword before Mytho's feet, though, his grace is all ballet.
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Date: 2010-01-17 07:49 am (UTC)If he appreciates his grace, or notices any effects of his practicing, or is worried by the fact that there is a very sharp sword very close to his toes, none of it shows on his face.
Calmly:
"Hello, Fakir."
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Date: 2010-01-17 08:00 am (UTC)Fakir can say Mytho's name with a dozen different intonations, like What are you up to? or Go to sleep, or Stop that now.
Right now, he's only saying Hello. Possibly also I'm glad to see you, but that might be a stretch.
Fakir leans the sword against a low, bumpy wall and sits beside it, with the hilt in easy reach.
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Date: 2010-01-17 08:06 am (UTC)Or at least it used to be.
After a moment, he crosses to the wall and sits beside Fakir at a decorous distance. (It's not intentional so much as absent.)
"I was looking for Tutu."
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Date: 2010-01-17 08:09 am (UTC)Fakir cannot be expected to be delighted by this news. At least he isn't surprised. Anyway, Tutu isn't here, and Fakir can keep an eye on Mytho for the next little while.
(Then again, Tutu has the inconvenient habit of appearing at the worst times...)
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Date: 2010-01-17 08:16 am (UTC)He looks off into space for a moment.
"I thought that if I found her, I might not be lonely or feel sorrow. But I think some of those feelings have gone away now."
A glance to Fakir, blankly inquisitive.
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Date: 2010-01-17 08:27 am (UTC)Above the roofless tower, the sky of Gold Crown Town is clear blue and spotted with clouds. There's a light breeze. If there are a few birds silhouetted black against the sky, well, any bird would look black at that angle. Nevertheless, Fakir's hand moves towards his swordhilt.
When the birds are gone from view, Fakir relaxes.
"Idiot," he says, but gently. "You don't need to be lonely. I'm here."
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Date: 2010-01-17 09:08 am (UTC)(He is not entirely certain how he feels about Princess Kraehe, but he does recognize the feeling of fear.)
"I know," he replies.
"I'm not lonely, right now. I don't feel sorrow either."
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Date: 2010-01-19 04:18 am (UTC)And yet: Mytho feels the absence of sorrow, the absence of loneliness. He doesn't feel happiness, or contentment, or pleasure.
How like her, Fakir thinks, meaning Princess-Tutu-who-is-Duck, to give Mytho the worst feelings and save decent ones for later.
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Date: 2010-01-19 04:42 am (UTC)He looks up for a long time. It's possible he's thinking.
"Fakir?"
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Date: 2010-01-19 05:16 am (UTC)Fakir pushes himself up with his arms, moves closer to Mytho.
Careful, he says to himself. Moron.
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Date: 2010-01-19 05:37 am (UTC)He doesn't frown. But it's there in his eyes-- not sadness, really, so much as curiosity.
"The other pieces of my heart ... they all contain different feelings, don't they?"
(Mytho does not have the heartshard of Knowing When Fakir Doesn't Want to Talk About It.)
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Date: 2010-01-19 05:42 am (UTC)"Yes," Fakir says, uninvitingly.
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Date: 2010-01-19 05:48 am (UTC)"Do you already know what they're like?"
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Date: 2010-01-19 05:56 am (UTC)Does Fakir know which heartshards are missing from Mytho's heart, and how they behave? Not exactly, but...
"I have feelings you haven't gotten back yet, if that's what you mean."
Including several Fakir would prefer not to discuss.
Like the heartshard of unresolved sexual tension.no subject
Date: 2010-01-19 06:20 am (UTC)"Yes."
A long beat, in which nothing in particular seems to be happening behind his eyes.
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Date: 2010-01-19 06:29 am (UTC)But there are few enough moments of peace any more, where Fakir and Mytho can be alone together without anyone disturbing them. It's like the old days, a little.
Fakir doesn't break the moment.
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Date: 2010-01-19 07:11 am (UTC)Overhead there aren't any birds, not right now; just the small fluffs of cloud scudding by. The shadows are imperceptibly lengthening.
"I thought I would ask Tutu," Mytho begins. "If I could find her."
A pause.
"Can you tell me about any of them?"
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Date: 2010-01-19 07:23 am (UTC)Fakir knows lots of emotions.
Anger, hatred, defiance. Cowardice and courage, pride and shame. Lust, love. Longings that Fakir doesn't even know the names of. A dozen gradations of fear, from the fear of being embarrassed in public to the stark terror of death.
Mytho's better off without these feelings. They hurt.
There's happiness, Fakir supposes. That's good.
Fakir doesn't have much to say about happiness.
Roughly, "You'd better ask Tutu."
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Date: 2010-01-19 07:35 am (UTC)Sometimes he tries.
He wants to know what the missing emotions are like, and he wants to know what Tutu feels about him; the world has changed since he started getting his heart back, so he wants to see what it will be like once it's complete. These feelings he has are new and don't fit him well, and sometimes they bump up against each other and they cause him pain, but he would like the rest of them back anyway.
(Why, why? he asks himself.
I don't know.)
"Okay," he tells Fakir.
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Date: 2010-01-19 07:39 am (UTC)Why don't Fakir's plans ever go well?