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Damned/Xenosaga: Night's Pathways - 1
Title: Night's Pathways - 1
Fandom: Damned/Xenosaga. (Four Years Gone storyline)
Warnings: "Love is love, but incest is best."--Maybe, warning. Nothing at all here now.
Word Count: 1258 of ???.
Characters: Post-Damned!AlbedoxNigredo. Albedo POV.
Notes: Post-Landel’s!free but in that world with full powers. Takes place years after post!Landel’s Cod party here, with references to other Damned!fiction. Definite more to come.
Summary:
It was an echo. Granted, it wasn’t much, but it was all that was there; a shattered trail of broken thoughts, fleeing into dark corners, and hidden behind the dilapidated brick buildings. The sixteen-year-old boy could almost laugh. Little baby was playing -his- part in this, and if Albedo was a little more or less than he was at the moment, this would be entirely too enjoyable. As it was….
As it was, Albedo was too lonely. And even if searching out Nigredo was the least satisfying thing to him right now, he would do-so, because he would not risk being alone. Not anymore. Not after everything.
The black duster he had picked up created eddies in the dirt and dust around him, and he grimaced in distaste. Black became dirty so quickly (and wasn’t that such a truth of the world?), but it was something he had given ground on. Even years after that Institute fell, the ones behind it were still looking for any survivors, and Albedo had learned to blend, even with his inhumanly bright violet eyes and hair the color of snow. Nigredo would have had it easier, but he….
Ah. Well. Albedo would not think on that now. If his morning had gone differently, he wouldn’t be doing this, but he had watched one of the few he had become close with in that place be killed this morning, and even though Albedo had taken a large amount of their people for that, it hadn’t been enough. It never was. He had learned to use his URTV abilities to their fullest, and access U-DO by whim, and still they had things that could overpower them. Immortal, he may be, but invincible he was not. Not now. Not yet. (Not this way.)
He was reminded of the last time he had saw his younger brother. Albedo stalked silently through the abandoned warehouses, following that hum, that buzz on the line; that fractured broken thing that lay between the last two URTVs. It was almost like a song; something so broken and beautiful in its inability to heal itself. He had thought, the last time, that he hadn't cared about the past. That he was willing to take what was in front of him. But things had changed.
His boot touched down on the dirt in front of a metal door, half-cracked off of its hinges. Ah, Nigredo--how below you. Living like I used to. How I used to. How would you be, darling, if you hadn't realized what they did to you? The boy sighed, shaking his head, and reached out an arm to push open the remains of the door.
Sunlight shone in like dust settling through the grime on the windows, creating an effect like some kind of glitter within its rays. The room was empty, making it larger; the beams of the roof echoing far above his head. Albedo spared a moment for confusion. He had expected boxes, broken machinery of a sorts, something. But this place was entirely empty, and no brother to be found, but this was where the song had stopped.
Albedo sighed again, audibly, exaggerated, and shifted his weight back to look up. There was a skylight still intact near the corner of the roof, and perched perfectly on the beam in front of it was what he sought. He should have known. Nigredo always liked sleeping in the sunlight.
This kind of thing called for more tact than the white-haired Variant had patience for, but the good effect of spending time with a few of the others from the Institute was that he had learned many variations on how to fake it. The easiest way to deal with this would be to levitate to where the youngest was, but Albedo didn't know if Nigredo was aware of him, if the other would take it as an attack. That ability, powered by U-DO, might awaken some instinctual combative response from the other retrovirus unit. So instead... About to open his mouth, Albedo instead tilted his head, calling softly, {Nigredo.}
Whatever reaction Albedo had been expecting it wasn't this. The other boy whipped his head around, eyes wide in a hopeful disbelief. {Rubedo--}
The sending stopped as soon as it was sent. The dark-haired boy seemed to deflate, something familiar about the way that Nigredo was. And what was it? Oh, Albedo knew it well. Something past defeat, a loss of everything; a complete abandonment of an empty hope. Nigredo was lost. How backwards this was. "Come here, Nigredo," the older boy called out. "How'd you get up there anyway?"
There was a shifting above. Dust fell and settled at Albedo's feet. Nigredo's back had found the wall behind him and was pressed against it. "No," he said quietly, firmly; voice rough from disuse. "Go away. Leave me alone."
A moment, a twitch of Albedo's eyebrow, and then that much was settled. Patience--tact--be damned. Nigredo was being difficult once again. Even after four years, it was still so familiar, still so--much like home. He almost expected Rubedo to come in and--.
No. Not there. Not now. Albedo's eyes closed momentarily, dragging up some dredges of stability. If there was something good about being around people for the majority of that time, it was that. He could control himself, be okay by himself, just a little bit better. His eyes opened.
Better? No. Better, fine, okay; those were things he knew were not within his reach. There was no question, no discussion--he knew what had happened better than most, and still....
Still, he was here. Desperation was such a pitiful thing.
Arms crossed over his chest, the boy rose into the air, feet pointed straight down, looking all the world like an angel of death dressed all in black. He continued upward until he reached the beam's height, five feet of space between the two siblings. Too close, too far. Too much. Much too much.
"What do you want?" Nigredo asked flatly. Defeated. Albedo didn't need to do anything. Nigredo had defeated himself.
The white-haired Variant looked down at Nigredo, tilting his head. Nothing would be heard this way, and nothing would come of it. They needed a different location, away from this dead place full of empty hope and broken souls. The ghosts could haunt it when they were gone.
Albedo was not Nigredo; he could not soothe with words or command calmly, ask someone to sleep and it would happen. But Albedo knew more disturbing things, like how to reverse a spiritual link within someone to various degrees--one degree being unconsciousness. How Nigredo was now... He wouldn't put up much of a fight. Albedo put out a solitary hand, magenta-violet energy coalescing around the point in space. It was a simple thing, as most things were when you got down to it. He reached out, found what made up Nigredo and simply pulled that in a different way. A shifting, something grating against something else, and then there--
There was a flash, a spark of green shooting out; the arm that Albedo had extended exploded into molecules. He grimaced in annoyance at the already unconscious boy, light already working around his arm to prefabricate it into being. Oh, Nigredo. Always pushing so hard to fight against me. He flexed the newly remade fingers and lit upon the beam, neatly clicking to where Nigredo was slumped over.
Albedo carefully picked up the other boy, as light as ever, and left the place that housed the Executioner's dreams.
Fandom: Damned/Xenosaga. (Four Years Gone storyline)
Warnings: "Love is love, but incest is best."--Maybe, warning. Nothing at all here now.
Word Count: 1258 of ???.
Characters: Post-Damned!AlbedoxNigredo. Albedo POV.
Notes: Post-Landel’s!free but in that world with full powers. Takes place years after post!Landel’s Cod party here, with references to other Damned!fiction. Definite more to come.
Summary:
It was an echo. Granted, it wasn’t much, but it was all that was there; a shattered trail of broken thoughts, fleeing into dark corners, and hidden behind the dilapidated brick buildings. The sixteen-year-old boy could almost laugh. Little baby was playing -his- part in this, and if Albedo was a little more or less than he was at the moment, this would be entirely too enjoyable. As it was….
As it was, Albedo was too lonely. And even if searching out Nigredo was the least satisfying thing to him right now, he would do-so, because he would not risk being alone. Not anymore. Not after everything.
The black duster he had picked up created eddies in the dirt and dust around him, and he grimaced in distaste. Black became dirty so quickly (and wasn’t that such a truth of the world?), but it was something he had given ground on. Even years after that Institute fell, the ones behind it were still looking for any survivors, and Albedo had learned to blend, even with his inhumanly bright violet eyes and hair the color of snow. Nigredo would have had it easier, but he….
Ah. Well. Albedo would not think on that now. If his morning had gone differently, he wouldn’t be doing this, but he had watched one of the few he had become close with in that place be killed this morning, and even though Albedo had taken a large amount of their people for that, it hadn’t been enough. It never was. He had learned to use his URTV abilities to their fullest, and access U-DO by whim, and still they had things that could overpower them. Immortal, he may be, but invincible he was not. Not now. Not yet. (Not this way.)
He was reminded of the last time he had saw his younger brother. Albedo stalked silently through the abandoned warehouses, following that hum, that buzz on the line; that fractured broken thing that lay between the last two URTVs. It was almost like a song; something so broken and beautiful in its inability to heal itself. He had thought, the last time, that he hadn't cared about the past. That he was willing to take what was in front of him. But things had changed.
His boot touched down on the dirt in front of a metal door, half-cracked off of its hinges. Ah, Nigredo--how below you. Living like I used to. How I used to. How would you be, darling, if you hadn't realized what they did to you? The boy sighed, shaking his head, and reached out an arm to push open the remains of the door.
Sunlight shone in like dust settling through the grime on the windows, creating an effect like some kind of glitter within its rays. The room was empty, making it larger; the beams of the roof echoing far above his head. Albedo spared a moment for confusion. He had expected boxes, broken machinery of a sorts, something. But this place was entirely empty, and no brother to be found, but this was where the song had stopped.
Albedo sighed again, audibly, exaggerated, and shifted his weight back to look up. There was a skylight still intact near the corner of the roof, and perched perfectly on the beam in front of it was what he sought. He should have known. Nigredo always liked sleeping in the sunlight.
This kind of thing called for more tact than the white-haired Variant had patience for, but the good effect of spending time with a few of the others from the Institute was that he had learned many variations on how to fake it. The easiest way to deal with this would be to levitate to where the youngest was, but Albedo didn't know if Nigredo was aware of him, if the other would take it as an attack. That ability, powered by U-DO, might awaken some instinctual combative response from the other retrovirus unit. So instead... About to open his mouth, Albedo instead tilted his head, calling softly, {Nigredo.}
Whatever reaction Albedo had been expecting it wasn't this. The other boy whipped his head around, eyes wide in a hopeful disbelief. {Rubedo--}
The sending stopped as soon as it was sent. The dark-haired boy seemed to deflate, something familiar about the way that Nigredo was. And what was it? Oh, Albedo knew it well. Something past defeat, a loss of everything; a complete abandonment of an empty hope. Nigredo was lost. How backwards this was. "Come here, Nigredo," the older boy called out. "How'd you get up there anyway?"
There was a shifting above. Dust fell and settled at Albedo's feet. Nigredo's back had found the wall behind him and was pressed against it. "No," he said quietly, firmly; voice rough from disuse. "Go away. Leave me alone."
A moment, a twitch of Albedo's eyebrow, and then that much was settled. Patience--tact--be damned. Nigredo was being difficult once again. Even after four years, it was still so familiar, still so--much like home. He almost expected Rubedo to come in and--.
No. Not there. Not now. Albedo's eyes closed momentarily, dragging up some dredges of stability. If there was something good about being around people for the majority of that time, it was that. He could control himself, be okay by himself, just a little bit better. His eyes opened.
Better? No. Better, fine, okay; those were things he knew were not within his reach. There was no question, no discussion--he knew what had happened better than most, and still....
Still, he was here. Desperation was such a pitiful thing.
Arms crossed over his chest, the boy rose into the air, feet pointed straight down, looking all the world like an angel of death dressed all in black. He continued upward until he reached the beam's height, five feet of space between the two siblings. Too close, too far. Too much. Much too much.
"What do you want?" Nigredo asked flatly. Defeated. Albedo didn't need to do anything. Nigredo had defeated himself.
The white-haired Variant looked down at Nigredo, tilting his head. Nothing would be heard this way, and nothing would come of it. They needed a different location, away from this dead place full of empty hope and broken souls. The ghosts could haunt it when they were gone.
Albedo was not Nigredo; he could not soothe with words or command calmly, ask someone to sleep and it would happen. But Albedo knew more disturbing things, like how to reverse a spiritual link within someone to various degrees--one degree being unconsciousness. How Nigredo was now... He wouldn't put up much of a fight. Albedo put out a solitary hand, magenta-violet energy coalescing around the point in space. It was a simple thing, as most things were when you got down to it. He reached out, found what made up Nigredo and simply pulled that in a different way. A shifting, something grating against something else, and then there--
There was a flash, a spark of green shooting out; the arm that Albedo had extended exploded into molecules. He grimaced in annoyance at the already unconscious boy, light already working around his arm to prefabricate it into being. Oh, Nigredo. Always pushing so hard to fight against me. He flexed the newly remade fingers and lit upon the beam, neatly clicking to where Nigredo was slumped over.
Albedo carefully picked up the other boy, as light as ever, and left the place that housed the Executioner's dreams.