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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:16 pm
Tracey gave the Moon Hunter a slow look and deliberated whether to lie or not. He ultimately decided not to, even though he was no longer in blue kingdom, he was back to being the creature he'd always been, some elements lingered. Memories too lingered from those times and Harrison had never been anything other than an honest and often upsettingly good person. Sure, he did not care much for morality, but he was honest and true - all very un-demonic traits.
"Not really." he said heavily. "Between our lizard friend controlling my every taste of fear, there has been a few other things playing on my mind. There is simply never a chance to voice anything at all. William, though a dear, does not take me or my concerns particularly seriously, as you already know."
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 6:38 am
"I know," Harrison said, quiet. "Yeah, I- I mean no offense to Marie, but- I'll be happy to see her back with H. This is the first time I've got to talk with you since New Years, and I felt, I don't know, kind of messed up about Rep saying it was you that-" Harrison shook his head. There was a lot that had gone on undiscussed.
"Been a long time since you got polished. Or even gone on a walk. On account of Marie. But...it's good it's you."
He looked around, the lobby outside the golemization center wasn't exactly private.
"Did you? Want to walk?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 6:51 pm
Tracey looked away at Harrison's comment. The fallen angel originally did not feel emotions the same way humans did, though he strove intensely to do so, but after blue kingdom something had come back with him, something that lingered. He had lived an entire lifetime as a human, had grown up, struggled and lived, he'd dedicated himself to Rep there of his own volition, more fond of the impetuous cruel man than he would ever admit. And he had followed Harrison willingly too and been happy to be submissive to him, to be under his authority. For something like Tracey this degree of tolerance had almost been unthinkable not so long ago. He'd hoped the memories would fade, that he could push them aside and go back to being the sharp cold creature he had been before.
But they had not, and the fact remained that after the run in Rep had had with Shiloh, there persisted a sense of guilt, a sense that he'd failed by letting his hunger get the best of him. And he hated it, he had sought so long for feeling and now that he had it it was alien and irrational. It would not go away.
And then, as if one lifetime had not been enough to cope with, there had been another. This one had not been like the other, he did not remember a lifetime, he only remembered a single night. But it had been enough. He'd belonged to Harrison, been his weapon, his shield, his defender, everything that stood between him and destruction. He had been happy and most disturbing of all - he had been different.
"Yes, please." he said, and included the polite formalities he would deny others. "I would enjoy a walk." It had been too long since he had had feet, and though he was used to flying everywhere before, his talons long and unwieldy, anything was better than being nothing more than a voice and a consciousness in someone else's head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:28 pm
Even with both of them (in some ways) unarmed, Harrison knew where he wanted to head. Rep and B0nez would be preoccupied, so they had time to kill. Tracey liked open spaces best.
They walked along the path to the cemetery, and then on up to the unmarked graves, high in the middle of lush greenery, overlooking an island that was no longer masked by fog.
The wind, whipped up by the height and rolling off the ocean, was cool and intense.
Harrison sat down in the grass, but not right on the edge.
"She's still...there?" was the first thing he asked, even if he'd given up his privacy (safety, intimacy, all of it) to H and Marie already, over and over, woken up with hands that might as well have been his own hands at his throat. He still wanted to check.
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