poly_chromatic | ( Accidental Video )

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angel sanctuary - alexiel

( 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. )

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[Whoever this is, they're in shadow and hiding under a hood.]

What do you seek?

[Fuck those stupid devices. Setsuna's had it with them. Face to face is best. Besides, he has a pretty damn good idea what that was about.]

[At least he knocks on the door, knowing Alexiel might still be in there.]

Hey, you doing okay?

[Gabriel's voice is quiet and toneless.]

Alexiel.

I appreciate the view.

Mademoiselle, your towel...

[At first she wanted only to warn her to preserve her modesty. But everything else...the mirror, the words, and the woman's sadness is almost tangible even though the device.]

Are you alright?

[He doesn't waste any time, just heading straight for the bathroom.

When he steps up behind her, his eyes are on the mirror, searching her face. He doesn't help her hold the towel up, but he cups one of her breasts in his hand, while his other arm goes around her waist.

He says nothing, because it's not his place. Not about him, not to her, he knows that.

But he does lift his hand from where it had curled around her hip and, without any warning, uses it to break the mirror.

Bloody, with a thousand tiny cuts, it only heals slowly.]

[A strange, balloon-like creature surrounded by ghostly blue flames on twisting black limbs like a chandelier watches with curious, round yellow eyes. It definitely senses something strange about this person.]

Shaaaan...

[It drifts away to the side, so that its human companion to appear on screen. He's pointedly averting his gaze while replying, however:]

Who do you seek, Madame? If I may ask...

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