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poly_chromatic2013-03-18 08:29 pm
confined_to_briah) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-03-18 08:29 pm
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( Accidental Video )
( Alexiel's communicator is sitting on the edge of her bathroom sink. The picture is obviously skewed. This is a video that no one was meant to see.
As she stares at her reflection wearing little more than a bath towel, she reaches up and touches her cheeks. There is a strange light in her eyes and, for those who are sensitive to such things, a pulsating, powerful aura surrounding her. She raises a hand and the towel begins to slip, revealing more of her pale skin yet, at the last second, she comes back to herself enough to grab it with her free hand. Her upraised hand is soon pressed against the glass of the mirror. )
Am I meant to seek you endlessly? ( She doesn't shed tears, however the emotion shaking her voice is obvious. ) You will never know.
( Waiting in the City is slowly grinding against her self-restraint. She moves in a way that suggests she is forcing herself to bury all of the negative emotions her appearance causes her to feel.
So like him. Twins.
There really is no telling what she sees in the mirror. Are they nightmares? Visions?
To have this body and not be able to reach him is torture. This is a side she never wanted anyone else to see. With a quick swipe of her hand, she knocks her communicator away from her and the screen goes black. )
As she stares at her reflection wearing little more than a bath towel, she reaches up and touches her cheeks. There is a strange light in her eyes and, for those who are sensitive to such things, a pulsating, powerful aura surrounding her. She raises a hand and the towel begins to slip, revealing more of her pale skin yet, at the last second, she comes back to herself enough to grab it with her free hand. Her upraised hand is soon pressed against the glass of the mirror. )
Am I meant to seek you endlessly? ( She doesn't shed tears, however the emotion shaking her voice is obvious. ) You will never know.
( Waiting in the City is slowly grinding against her self-restraint. She moves in a way that suggests she is forcing herself to bury all of the negative emotions her appearance causes her to feel.
So like him. Twins.
There really is no telling what she sees in the mirror. Are they nightmares? Visions?
To have this body and not be able to reach him is torture. This is a side she never wanted anyone else to see. With a quick swipe of her hand, she knocks her communicator away from her and the screen goes black. )
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[Twice was more than enough for him.]
And how do you plan to do that? We have no power over those in charge. They are untouchable, but we are mere playthings from their perspective. [There is a harshness to his eyes and a tremor in his voice, but not from anger, so much as desperation. He hates the suggestion that more could have been done, as thought her words suggested that he had somehow failed to keep his brother by his side.]
What could you possibly do...?
[Chandela alights on his shoulder and it breaks his focus on the device.]
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Without me, he will not be able to even sustain his own body. ( Once they become one, even the Deities won't be able to separate them. )
I know what I must do and I will not hesitate when or if he arrives.
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... but, would they care? [An earnest question. The Deities don't particularly strike him as a merciful bunch.]
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... Madame, forgive me if this is too forward, but what are you?
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