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When 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.

Date: 2010-01-17 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
Mytho is looking for Tutu.

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.

Date: 2010-01-17 07:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
Mytho blinks at him.

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."

Date: 2010-01-17 08:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
Mytho watches him do these things, and although he does not look curious exactly, there is a carefulness and a thoroughness to his attention that is-- unusual.

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."

Date: 2010-01-17 08:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
"Yes," Mytho agrees, as if Fakir has said something far more substantive.

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.

Date: 2010-01-17 09:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
Mytho is still looking at him-- though when the birds flutter by, distantly, a slight flicker of discomfort crosses his face.

(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."

Date: 2010-01-19 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
Mytho seems content to turn his gaze eventually from Fakir to the blue of the sky.

He looks up for a long time. It's possible he's thinking.



"Fakir?"

Date: 2010-01-19 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
"I wanted to know," Mytho says.

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.)

Date: 2010-01-19 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
Mytho doesn't notice.

"Do you already know what they're like?"

Date: 2010-01-19 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
Mytho nods.

"Yes."

A long beat, in which nothing in particular seems to be happening behind his eyes.

Date: 2010-01-19 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
Mytho continues to look at him.

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?"

Date: 2010-01-19 07:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com
Mytho can count the number of feelings he recognizes on his fingers.

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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