December 6, 2007
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Beginnings 11-12
With NaNo passing and my muse somewhat recovered, I figured I should update this for no reason other than to make myself feel better and to back it up. Because if anyone's read it, it's news to me.
Beginnings Chapter 11: colab chapterFar as the two Fallen were concerned, the previous night was something to forget. However, between the awkward silences and quick glances, the
Eventually, the silence became so deafening, Vlad yelled to keep from going insane. Azazel jumped, dropping the book he was reading on the floor in the process, and glared at Vlad. “Why,” he asked darkly, “did you yell? Are you trying to shed years off my after life?”
For the first time since he’d known the blonde, Vlad was a tad concerned for his existence. “It’s too quiet,” he replied, not allowing the small- and meaningless!- panic show. After all, he couldn’t let Azazel become full of himself.
The blonde’s expression was indefinable, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he resumed reading, perfectly content with ignoring Vlad once again. “It’s usually quiet,” he commented a few minutes later. “Why should this bother you now?”
Usually, it’s a contented silence, Vlad mussed. “Because we really need to talk.” He didn’t want to talk. Naturally, he dreaded the conversation, but there was no help for it. If they didn’t resolve the issue, it would never be resolved and both could miss out on the best chance for happiness they had.
Azazel turned a page in his novel. “Alright,” he replied absently. “I’m listening. What do you want to talk about?”
“Last night.” Vlad didn’t wait for a reply before plowing into his explanation. If Azazel truly wanted to tune him out, it was the blonde’s choice. “Is this going to develop into something deeper,” he asked “or was it a one time thing?”
Azazel stilled, fingers gripping the edge of a page, prepared to flip it over, and focused his silver eyes on Vlad. “Would you like it to have been a one time thing?” His expression was guarded, as was his tone.
“No.. Yes. I don’t know.” Vlad wrung his hands together nervously and focused on the motions. “This is confusing,” he admitted. “You’re confusing. I didn’t think you’d want to see me in here again.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Azazel sounded so genuinely surprised, Vlad doubted the blonde was leading him on. “I wouldn’t avoid you over such a silly little thing. You’re my only friend in here.”
Vlad nodded, ignoring the tiny, angry voice in the back of his head. “Yes, but who knows what goes through your head sometimes. You could have sat in here after I left, plotting out ways to kill me for kissing you…” The statement sounded offensive, even to him, but he wasn’t sure if it was meant to be an insult.
Azazel chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. “True,” he said at length. “I wasn’t, however. Killing you would land me in more trouble than I’m in now… That came out wrong.”
No more-so than his own statement. Vlad grinned, though he wasn’t sure why. Before he was aware of what he was doing, the Fallen had crossed the room and was kissing Azazel a second time.
Azazel was confused, stunned, and he couldn’t place the other feeling. Closing his eyes, he didn’t realize he did it until he reopened them, to see Vlad just staring at him, questioning eyes searching him for something that he didn’t know about. Questioning him about something that he didn’t know the answer to. He wish he knew what he wanted, what he kept putting off as an infatuation, could it be an actual yearning for love? To be loved again? Vlad wasn’t Michael, no one else was Michael, he’d have to make his mind realize that, even if his heart already knew.
While Azazel was having a revelation on what he wanted, Vlad could only be dumbfounded. Did just do it again? And did he like it, again? But there was one thing that he wasn’t going to repeat; he wasn’t going to run again. He froze, he didn’t want Azazel to flip out, so no sudden movements, and he didn’t want to give the wrong impression that he didn’t want him around. Oh, Vlad wanted him around, just most likely not the way Azazel wanted him, as he expressed his desire to stay friends. Well, he could leave it as friends with benefits, but knew that eventually, he’d want something more. Something he was sure, again, that Azazel didn’t want.
He had to break the silence, however, as they just stared at each other, trapped in their own thoughts, own worries, questioning their own desires. It was driving him insane, even when he said that the quiet wasn’t stifling, this time, it was.
“I guess you wanted a repeat,” Azazel blushed, looking away.
Unfortunately, Vlad took that as a rejection, but refused to move, and even refused to hide the pain from his eyes. “I see. I guess you didn’t.”
Azazel watched as Vlad began to move away. He froze, he didn’t know what he wanted to do, but he knew that he didn’t want Vlad to go. Lurching forward, he took Vlad by the waist, refusing to let go. He didn’t want to be left alone again, he didn’t want to be trapped in his thoughts with no way to communicate with Vlad, to tell him what he’d be thinking. Given, he couldn’t bring himself to do it then, but he knew that eventually, he’d be able to.
He just needed to wait for eventually to come.
“Don’t go,” Azazel begged, gripping Vlad tighter. “Please, I don’t know what I want, just don’t go…I don’t want to be alone again…”
Sighing, Vlad looked down at the arms that held him, and decided to stay. In all honesty, he didn’t want to be alone either, he wanted to be here. With him, and maybe work some of this out.
“I won’t leave you alone,” Vlad replied quietly, lightly stroking one of the hands that held on to him so desperately. “Because I really want to be with you Azazel. I’m tired of being alone too. I…just don’t want you to be taken away like the rest of them…”
Azazel wrapped his wings around them as his sat up, moving his arms to hold Vlad more securely rather then gripping him, and buried his face in his hair. No, Michael was never like this, Michael never did admit that he needed him. Didn’t admit the fact that he didn’t want to be alone. Vlad was different, things were going to turn out differently. They had to.
Taking a hand, tilting Vlad’s face back, this time, Azazel kissed him, putting more feeling into it then he ever did with his former abuser.
Chapter 12: Sara's Chapter“Day… 465 of our captivity,” Azazel muttered, scrawling the words in the air above his head in flowing red letters. “No sign of life on the outside, but I remain hopeful.”
“We haven’t been here for 465 days,” Vlad commented. “More like two or three months.”
Azazel looked up at him. “Humor me,” he said. The blonde rolled over onto his stomach. Life had taken an interesting turn when Vlad moved into the cell officially, though they had to take turns sleeping on the bed. Azazel wasn’t quite ready to share. It was his turn to sleep on the floor, but Vlad had snuck some blankets and pillows in, so he was certain he had the more comfortable of the
Vlad looked at him and shook his head. “I would hope not. That isn’t why you’re down here though.”
Azazel smiled cheerfully. “I know. I don’t regret the attack, though.” He stared at the ceiling. “If there was a revolt or something, do you think they’d let us out?”
“Why in the world would you ask that?”
“We’ve been down here for a while. Kaggren is lucky I’m not putting serious thought into escaping.”
Vlad rolled his eyes. “Right. There’s a reason we use these cells for long term captivity.”
Azazel looked at him seriously. “You don’t think I could get out of here?” he asked, sitting up.
“No.”
The blonde thought for a moment. He then crossed his legs and began meditating. Vlad watched skeptically, but didn’t interfere. “When this doesn’t work,” he said, “I get the bed for the rest of our captivity.”
A silver eye opened and Azazel nodded before closing it again to refocus his energy. “Where do you want to go?” he asked, forming a ball of orange energy, which floated in the air in front of him.
“We can’t very well stay in Hell if we escape,” Vlad muttered. “How about…”
The ball of energy exploded before he could finish his sentence, sending Azazel colliding with the wall. The blonde righted himself, rubbing his head. “That was unexpected,” he slurred. “The wards are stronger than I thought.”
“Of course they are,” Vlad replied in an ‘I-told-you-so’ tone. “They’re meant to keep us in, not allow escape.”
Azazel nodded slowly before preparing the energy again. “I’ll simply have to try harder.”
Vlad looked at him like he was insane. “You’re going to try again? Didn’t you just learn a lesson?”
Azazel didn’t bother to respond. He sat silently, waiting until the barrier had calmed again and sent his fire coursing through the other magic. “We won’t have much time once I break through,” he said, grabbing Vlad’s robes and pulling him closer. “Maybe a few seconds, but teleportation doesn’t take too long. Now, where did you want to go again?”
Vlad sighed in resignation. “I don’t know. Somewhere in the human realm.”
“So many choices,” Azazel murmured. “I guess it’s up to me.” He took a deep breath. “Say goodbye to Hell.”
Orange flames flickered about him, but Vlad only felt a little warmer. The energy wrapped around the Fallen, enveloping them in a glowing force field before the room began to swim and Vlad felt himself drifting in and out of focus. The last thing he saw of the room was the door swinging open and a very surprised Yasuo staring as he disappeared.
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