fairytaleknight: (dancing the sword)
Fakir ([personal profile] fairytaleknight) wrote2010-01-17 01:27 am

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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.

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

"Yes."

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

[identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
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?"

[identity profile] princeinpieces.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
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.