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taxonomites2012-07-09 10:31 pm
aintnoconvict) wrote in taxonomites2012-07-09 10:31 pm
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053 ± [text / location: wilde] and it's not like there was warning
For a while Glitch simply sits on the shore of Lake Whitman, staring out at a tiny island with a small stone tower which has taken the place of the massive ice-encased palace. There's a foot bridge leading out to it, a mockery of the old grand causeway.
Gone. It's gone, she's gone, over two and a half annuals of his life is gone, the memories entrusted to his ever-fallible brain and not marble and ice, brass and crystal. No more ballroom, no more kitchen, no more parlor, no more--
Hanging on tight as the city flew past them, the engine's roar and his pounding heart all he can hear. A ringing laugh, eyes an impossible blue, cold feet, a map of faint freckles. Bravery beyond reason, patience beyond endurance, and finally hurt beyond bearing.
They'd needed time, just a little time for themselves, but the aliens had taken him away and taken the memory of her (again) and now they've taken her completely. Which...now leaves him in a state of guilty, bewildered shock.
Glitch remembers goading the witch by telling her nothing that happens in Taxon matters since they'll all forget it one day, knowing DG could hear it too but not caring because his revenge meant more. He hadn't been sure then how much of that was bluff and how much truth, but now at least he's certain: of course it all matters, or else this pain wouldn't have struck him dumb and devastated at the lakeside.
"Right," he breathes. Time to try and optimism his way out of this. DG's gone...back to the O.Z. She's with her mother and father and she can begin healing with her sister properly. And Raw's there, and Cain, and himself, the flighty, bubbly headcase she'd fallen in love with. They'll be working together to heal the realm, it's what they'd both longed for all this time, it's a happy day.
His eyes close, and he sighs softly. "Good luck, doll."
Eventually he crosses the bridge and enters the tower, because he's curious, and is astounded to discover some of his own belongings which had been left in the palace there. The gramophone and records from the ballroom, his notebooks, a few gadgets...and the massive portrait of himself and the Queen.
He laughs, shakes his head, wipes his eyes, and steels himself to share the news via text.
[ooc: mostly a placeholder for when I get back from vacation, but feel free to tag in/log post it up! ]
Gone. It's gone, she's gone, over two and a half annuals of his life is gone, the memories entrusted to his ever-fallible brain and not marble and ice, brass and crystal. No more ballroom, no more kitchen, no more parlor, no more--
Hanging on tight as the city flew past them, the engine's roar and his pounding heart all he can hear. A ringing laugh, eyes an impossible blue, cold feet, a map of faint freckles. Bravery beyond reason, patience beyond endurance, and finally hurt beyond bearing.
They'd needed time, just a little time for themselves, but the aliens had taken him away and taken the memory of her (again) and now they've taken her completely. Which...now leaves him in a state of guilty, bewildered shock.
Glitch remembers goading the witch by telling her nothing that happens in Taxon matters since they'll all forget it one day, knowing DG could hear it too but not caring because his revenge meant more. He hadn't been sure then how much of that was bluff and how much truth, but now at least he's certain: of course it all matters, or else this pain wouldn't have struck him dumb and devastated at the lakeside.
"Right," he breathes. Time to try and optimism his way out of this. DG's gone...back to the O.Z. She's with her mother and father and she can begin healing with her sister properly. And Raw's there, and Cain, and himself, the flighty, bubbly headcase she'd fallen in love with. They'll be working together to heal the realm, it's what they'd both longed for all this time, it's a happy day.
His eyes close, and he sighs softly. "Good luck, doll."
Eventually he crosses the bridge and enters the tower, because he's curious, and is astounded to discover some of his own belongings which had been left in the palace there. The gramophone and records from the ballroom, his notebooks, a few gadgets...and the massive portrait of himself and the Queen.
He laughs, shakes his head, wipes his eyes, and steels himself to share the news via text.
DG has gone home. The palace has gone with her, but some of my things were left behind. I'd like some help.That can be interpreted however one likes.
[ooc: mostly a placeholder for when I get back from vacation, but feel free to tag in/log post it up! ]
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"There are two names, actually. First, there's Bagadata, which means 'made by God'. Ba-ga-da-tah."
He smiles, gathering the crumbs before they stain his kaftan. "The other is akin to the first and shares the same meaning. Bagrat. Bah-g-raaht. So you see, my parents had me aspiring to greatness even before I could walk."
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"Bagadata Bagrat," he repeats, tongue tripping lightly before he corrects himself with a nod and tries it again, cements it in his memory. "That's got a beautiful rhythm, you know. Thank you for sharing."
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Bagoas may have stepped over the threshold, but Glitch was the one who opened the door ajar. He lifts his forgotten glass of iced coffee, raises it slightly between them.
"How about we raise our glasses, to the many winding paths of life?"
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Glitch raises his own glass and nods, curls bouncing. "Every single one of them," he agrees, touching his glass to Bagoas' and taking a sip. Bitter and sweet, cold and invigorating, it's all balance and beauty and he's at peace.