December 15, 2009 - 3:27am — Her
It was rare for a December night to be so free of clouds slaving over the lights in the sky that one young adult was taking an extreme fancy towards, but the sky had finally appeared this way: ebony as ink with uncovered miles of stars. A thoughtful sigh misted away into the air before wetting his lips.
“Where do you think heaven is?” Code’s question, although quiet, seemed to lie on the tip of Gabe’s nose as he squinted towards its English wording. He knew his companion was absolutely distinguishable from the world’s people for numerous reasons--the main being his wielding abilities, but his curious way of thinking was just as vital a role in his personification--yet his uniqueness was something that he would never get used to. It was a state of mind he couldn’t enter and enjoy with him being on the outside looking in as he was.
Gabriel wasn’t even entirely a homo sapien. At the moment, he was gray-hued with arms as literally tight and durable as stone, making his striking blue eyes look like jewels embedded into his god-like, chiseled face. Had Code never learned the inspiring way that he was a gargoyle he’d have mistaken him for Michelangelo’s David made with a darker material and wings long ago. Truthfully, the Lithuanian was jealous of such a complexion.
The transformed male sat up after taking his ear bud out that he’d been sharing with Code. Taking in the sudden silence of the band in his ear not playing helped him think--especially with the distant whisper of traffic and the sight of streetlights flickering on. “He-ven?”
Code took his own ear bud out to stare mutely into the galaxy above him with little effort, being comfortable lying as he was with both arms curled against his chest under his sweater. “Yes. The place you go after dieing.” Green eyes flickered over to register Gabe’s expression as he took in the familiar words place and the present tense of die. However, the dark shadowed this gesture invisible. “You haven’t heard of it?”
“I hef. Yes.” His words were hesitant as his hair was combed back by the sharp breeze along with his hand. The conversation hadn’t even begun and he was already aware he wouldn’t be able to follow it; especially in his nervous state after Code had repeatedly asked him to be company in his nightly stargazing.
“Confusing how every person thinks of a different way to die and where they will go, right? I’ve always thought about… if space was heaven. You know?” He slipped his arms back into his sweater sleeves in order to spread his hands apart as if presenting a request for the star’s embrace before him. “Just… if you could become part of the constellations, it would be amazing! Do you have any idea? And--and the stars are dead! You are looking at old light still traveling to earth yet everyone finds them to be beautiful and symbolic, even giving them names. You can name stars after yourself by certificate, can’t you…? Anyway--then--no, just try fathoming how big it is, and how--”
His rant (which Gabe was strangely taking a foreign liking to after he grew animated the further on he verbally made love to the night despite not understanding a word) was cut short unexpectedly. It was just like taking another headphone out of his ear as the German blinked worriedly at such a sudden silence. In his haste to hear Code continue he jerked his head to examine his friend, leaning back on his elbows to examine the person in question before climbing to his feet in shock. “Code--Code!” The English came easy when his mind was in such a panic. “Are you okay?! What..?”
The shorter of the two coughed up a yell while shoving his friend’s helping hands away, jumping to his own feet. He was hiding one of his eyes behind a hand while keeping his other’s gaze on the ground, staring at a dwarf boulder by his foot with a glowing-lime iris. Gabe knew this much meant he was wielding but the reason was unknown; he could only fret verbally in German in protest as he was shoved along in a run with the injured companion pushing him along. “What’s wrong?!”
“I can’t explain right now, just run!” A sharp budge to Gabriel helped them dodge numerous spears of gravel slapping themselves into the grass like arrows. “Nonono--stop, stop, hold on…” Frantically, he cupped both palms around the gargoyle’s elbow to pull him back in a hault, stepping in front of him with a pleading lip. “Fly me.”
“What?”
“Don’t ‘what?’ me! FLY.” He flapped his arms twice before curling his fingers into fists, slapping them against the other’s stone breastplate. It was only then that the flailing man‘s one black eye was registered after he‘d dropped his hand’s protection from it. “Dammit, we need to go! Flying is faster and you can do that, just--pick me up…” He pressed his back against the front of the living statue’s body in preparation to be lifted. By now he was crying. “…and fly. Please understand!”
He didn’t. But the body language mixed with his tone was enough to get the point across, and Gabe uncertainly and awkwardly started hovering his arms around the other’s waist with a swallow. It was a relieving shock to have Code seemingly protest by attempting to elbow him away, spinning out of his safe grasp in order to see the other stones being hurled from behind. The two of them blocked their faces with their arms to hide from a bear-sized rock before Code broke this gesture in order to throw it back into the distance from whence it came via magic. There was nothing making sense to Gabe other than it wasn’t enjoyable anymore and he wanted to leave just as much as the wielder did.
While flipping through these facts mentally, the winged one took a step back with a wide eye as a golem stepped out of the horizon in a run towards them. There was no mistaking Code’s sprint back towards his arms as he repeated go and fly like a broken record, his one healthy eye still resembling a stoplight’s green orb as he threw his arms around his friend’s rocky neck. There was now little hesitation in pulling the other in as he took two steps before shooting upwards towards the milky way.
A few pants of every emotion stirring at once sighed from between two dry lips before he rest his forehead against a gray shoulder acting as his bolster. They had no destination other than the opposite path of the living concrete monster. “Gabe, I am so sorry…”
He shook his head vigorously while slowing his speed, choosing to land at the far-away church’s bell tower mentally before giving his steady response. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s called a rival. Rival…” A mouthful of tears was spit to the side before he took in another cold lungful of air, explaining, “…A rival is not a friend. It’s the opposite. I guess you could s-say that I‘m on the hero‘s side of my wielding. I‘m not the only one with the power. I went to a school to learn this and that means many friends of mine are on my… team.” He dared to then release one of his arms from Gabe’s neck to repress his blurry, bruised eye, keeping the throbbing to a minimum. Gabe thankfully understood to readjust their hold so he could do this without falling. “I got hit with my own element when I was talking by that golem. You understand the concept of villains, right? I just… let my guard down. I don’t know how to explain this for you in simple English.” He turned his cheek to stare wetly back towards their path with a searching eye for their stalker. “H-how about this: the monster hit my eye, meaning it doesn’t like me, and I don’t like it, either, so I ran and had you as an advantage--as help to…exit. I did my best to slow the attacks.” Another apology before he melted into silence.
They stopped. Code was slowly released to sit wearily on the edge of the church as Gabe stood behind him as if a guard looking out. Had the wielder cared to see this he’d agree he was the very image of what he was: a gargoyle, in its appropriate habitat, posing absentmindedly and all. His two sky jewels were cleared with a few blinks before he rubbed at his cheek. “It iz fine. Ja, I get it. I hef enemiez also.”
If he thought he had a lot to talk about before, then he was going to be reciting a novel by now. At least until God rose the sun from beneath them to shed Gabe of his curse’s skin and they could loop through their loose ties with a thousand explanations human to human. “...I do not see monster.”
“Whoever was controlling the golem probably let it decompose into ruble and is searching for me again. But we‘re okay for now; you chose a good spot… I‘d keep teaching you astrology if I weren‘t so shaken.”
“No mushic?”
A sad laugh. “No, no music either. Goodbye, iPod…”
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oh god it burns. I like switched tenses eighty times and it's all unpieced together nicely because I wrote REALLY SLOW and kept getting VERY SIDETRACKED. Can't tell who's talking sometimes ajfkdls IT STARTED FINE BUT THEN IT WENT -collapse!!11e3#@- It also has like no point LOLING. But Sarie deserved some crap back for all she wrote D> Makes me want to write about other characters of mine, too. WE'LL SEE. p.s. I cannot write good action AFJDSLG. yeeeeah running away is really sexy u gaiz. reallyreally??
Wow. Very nice.
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ANYWAYS lovely. o3o HURHUR I always loved your writing DON'T EVEN DENY IT.
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