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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: 2010-01-19 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.
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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?