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shifted_logs2009-01-08 07:39 pm
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Characters: Firo and Angela
Location: Altena's castle and the plane, probably
Time: After Angela's last post.
Summary: Firo and Angela go back to Altena to... well. Tell her mom the news, I guess.
Warnings: Gratuitous fluff?
It was raining when he left. It took almost two days to finish everything, to gather everyone, to explain and promise and give awkward, manly goodbyes. Most of the second day was spent with Ennis, not speaking, just feeling each others' presence, making vows that would outlast everything else, holding hands and watching the snow fall in Central Park. If Angela could bind herself to guarding one place, one country, until someone else rose up to take her place, if she could save her whole world with little help and no immortality, Firo could find his way back to the city some day.
"I'll keep the Alveare open." It was the first and last thing Ennis said to him. She kissed his cheek, smiled, and handed him a wrapped box with a card that said, 'This isn't for you, give it to Angela.'
And then she walked away. Firo closed his eyes and felt her draw away in his mind, fade again into that constant background hum like a blanket around his shoulders.
As long as I can feel her, I can find her. And he would feel her there forever. He knew that, felt that, without a doubt.
"Right." He said it to the silence. "So. I won't say goodbye, 'cause. Well. Once she's got an heir--" He coughed. Looked up at the skyline where the Empire State Building should have been. "Once she's got an heir, once she can leave again, I'll be back. We will. And maybe some time away will be good for both of us." He meant the city, not Angela, but hey, maybe that was true to.
And he vanished.
Location: Altena's castle and the plane, probably
Time: After Angela's last post.
Summary: Firo and Angela go back to Altena to... well. Tell her mom the news, I guess.
Warnings: Gratuitous fluff?
It was raining when he left. It took almost two days to finish everything, to gather everyone, to explain and promise and give awkward, manly goodbyes. Most of the second day was spent with Ennis, not speaking, just feeling each others' presence, making vows that would outlast everything else, holding hands and watching the snow fall in Central Park. If Angela could bind herself to guarding one place, one country, until someone else rose up to take her place, if she could save her whole world with little help and no immortality, Firo could find his way back to the city some day.
"I'll keep the Alveare open." It was the first and last thing Ennis said to him. She kissed his cheek, smiled, and handed him a wrapped box with a card that said, 'This isn't for you, give it to Angela.'
And then she walked away. Firo closed his eyes and felt her draw away in his mind, fade again into that constant background hum like a blanket around his shoulders.
As long as I can feel her, I can find her. And he would feel her there forever. He knew that, felt that, without a doubt.
"Right." He said it to the silence. "So. I won't say goodbye, 'cause. Well. Once she's got an heir--" He coughed. Looked up at the skyline where the Empire State Building should have been. "Once she's got an heir, once she can leave again, I'll be back. We will. And maybe some time away will be good for both of us." He meant the city, not Angela, but hey, maybe that was true to.
And he vanished.
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"I thought you said you didn't have much," she teased, smiling.
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A pause, then a bit of a smile. "'spose we should leave it for the others."