Animamundi double drabble: Crimson
Jul. 15th, 2006 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
narcasseSpoilers for one particular game ending (Kingdom) again. Take it as linking to the previous one or not.
Crimson
Disclaimer: Anima Mundi - Dark Alchemist belongs to the Hirameki International Group & Karin Entertainment
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Afterwards, Mephistopheles falls asleep almost immediately no matter how much the former alchemist prods. Mephistopheles; the great seducer, Duke of Hell, corrupter of souls has all the staying power of a specific type of mortal man, after the deed is done.
Georik, for he is always Georik at times like these instead of being Prince of Hell, smiles and relaxes into sleep mostly, once he tires of being amused by Mephistopheles’ sleeping face. At other times he rises from the bed and draping a gossamer robe about himself, goes to look out across the balcony at his domain. Hell is crimson and orange, warm and peaceful from where he stands.
Nobody ever thought to tell him that Hell was awash with dreams, that there were gardens full of wild-flowers or libraries of books stacked from floor to ceiling. He might have been won over sooner had he known. But of course he knows there are rules to such things and Mephistopheles knows not of human promises but lusts.
The roses in his private garden are as red as human blood can never truly be but strangely enough they don’t remind him of his sister; they remind him of St. Germant.
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Because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emthornhill prefers St. Germant to Mikhail. ^_~
Crimson
Disclaimer: Anima Mundi - Dark Alchemist belongs to the Hirameki International Group & Karin Entertainment
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Afterwards, Mephistopheles falls asleep almost immediately no matter how much the former alchemist prods. Mephistopheles; the great seducer, Duke of Hell, corrupter of souls has all the staying power of a specific type of mortal man, after the deed is done.
Georik, for he is always Georik at times like these instead of being Prince of Hell, smiles and relaxes into sleep mostly, once he tires of being amused by Mephistopheles’ sleeping face. At other times he rises from the bed and draping a gossamer robe about himself, goes to look out across the balcony at his domain. Hell is crimson and orange, warm and peaceful from where he stands.
Nobody ever thought to tell him that Hell was awash with dreams, that there were gardens full of wild-flowers or libraries of books stacked from floor to ceiling. He might have been won over sooner had he known. But of course he knows there are rules to such things and Mephistopheles knows not of human promises but lusts.
The roses in his private garden are as red as human blood can never truly be but strangely enough they don’t remind him of his sister; they remind him of St. Germant.
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Because
emthornhill prefers St. Germant to Mikhail. ^_~