...He has seen how beautiful the Earth looks from space. He knows how small one feels looking down at it that way; insignificant and tiny, yet awed at that insignificance -- yearning for it, for the simplicity of being just another face among many. He's seen the mirror image of his hand against reinforced glass and he's seen his own face framed by blonde hair brighten in a smile and dissolve into grief and cry. He's seen green, piercing eyes and firm resolve, a small hand clutched in his sleeve. Seen red hair in the sunlight, and in the lamplight; he's felt dark skin under his fingers...
He's... been so angry...
Possessed... manic...
He has taken a life-- many lives... millions of lives...
He has tasted how sweet a real summer breeze could be, and how bitter blood is in comparison. He has been a monster, and he has, indeed, held onto Lilith even long after she, was...
Abel's eyes are impossibly wide, fingers trembling over the rosary he's gripping with white knuckles. --look, Abel. There's no more reason for concern... I've removed the negative eleme--
His eyes slide to hers, unaware the dampness at his cheeks -- looking hunted, haunted... unhinged as his hands abandon the rosary to touch her, instead. He's cupping her jaw, thumbing over cheeks-- memory of this very face ashen and gold eyes lifeless and dulled as they should never, ever be one he could've gone so many lifetimes as the castle would've given him without.
Holding onto her... this request is one he finds very simple to oblige, abruptly pulling her with fervor against him and clutching at her like he had no intention of ever letting her go. Lilith...
...She's-- back...
Or had she never really left? He doesn't... understand. But he doesn't need to.
She is here with him... that is all, and the only thing, that matters.
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Hold onto...
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...He has seen how beautiful the Earth looks from space. He knows how small one feels looking down at it that way; insignificant and tiny, yet awed at that insignificance -- yearning for it, for the simplicity of being just another face among many. He's seen the mirror image of his hand against reinforced glass and he's seen his own face framed by blonde hair brighten in a smile and dissolve into grief and cry. He's seen green, piercing eyes and firm resolve, a small hand clutched in his sleeve. Seen red hair in the sunlight, and in the lamplight; he's felt dark skin under his fingers...
He's... been so angry...
Possessed... manic...
He has taken a life-- many lives... millions of lives...
He has tasted how sweet a real summer breeze could be, and how bitter blood is in comparison. He has been a monster, and he has, indeed, held onto Lilith even long after she, was...
Abel's eyes are impossibly wide, fingers trembling over the rosary he's gripping with white knuckles. --look, Abel. There's no more reason for concern... I've removed the negative eleme--
His eyes slide to hers, unaware the dampness at his cheeks -- looking hunted, haunted... unhinged as his hands abandon the rosary to touch her, instead. He's cupping her jaw, thumbing over cheeks-- memory of this very face ashen and gold eyes lifeless and dulled as they should never, ever be one he could've gone so many lifetimes as the castle would've given him without.
Holding onto her... this request is one he finds very simple to oblige, abruptly pulling her with fervor against him and clutching at her like he had no intention of ever letting her go. Lilith...
...She's-- back...
Or had she never really left? He doesn't... understand. But he doesn't need to.
She is here with him... that is all, and the only thing, that matters.