Trinity Blood fic: Lachesis
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narcasse482 words. AU. G. Part of the prelude to Obolus.
Dietrich tempts fate one time too many. Mythological allusions abound. This will be the second time I’ve written Dietrich tempting the gods then really.
Probably part one of what may be five pieces being written non-linearly.
Lachesis
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
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It hadn’t been difficult to gauge the Methuselah’s intentions or at least what he believed them to truly be. That was the problem, as far as Dietrich understood it, the real issue with most of humanity. He could ask any number of people what they really wanted only to have them confounded when he then provided them with a means to enact their reply.
“Everybody’s always striving anyway, towards something, anything.”
The words were a bitter sneer. People always did go on about how desperately they were trying to do any number of things but all they ever did was struggle against illusionary chains. It disgusted him, more so than he liked to let on.
“What’s the damn point? Either you do or you don’t and there’s an end to it.”
Shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, Dietrich scowled. It was just going to be one of those days, he could tell. One of those endless, pointless days when he snarled normally unspoken truths to himself and hated everything.
At least there were one or two things he could do with his time. Repairs, dull maintenance, system checks. Today wasn’t a good day for upgrades because he knew from experience in the sort of mood he was in; he was liable to end up hurling circuit boards across the room instead. He just needed to hang on to his rapidly dwindling control today, just for the slow progression of hours and then the day would be over and having exhausted himself though mental work and rage, he could sleep the sleep of the almost dead. That was perhaps the only benefit of days like these; the fact that afterwards, he’d sink gratefully into oblivion. He just had to survive the day.
Resting his hand against the control room door, Dietrich paused, for a moment struggling to reign in his anger at nothing in particular. It was just a day, like any other and he wouldn’t give in to his own fury. His self-control was better than that.
“Come on, Discordia, is that the best you can do?”
Pushing open the door, Dietrich was hit by the sharp, scent of stale smoke. Coughing he made his way between the server towers. Attempting to place the flat of his palm against the buzzing machinery as if to calm himself didn’t help either and he drew his hand back with a gasp at the slight static shock that struck him on contact. As if it wasn’t bad enough that Isaak was evidently smoking in his control room already. Rounding the corner of the server-constructed corridor Dietrich halted in surprise for an instant because the source of the problem wasn’t Isaak at all but rather the occasionally irritating, occasionally entertaining Methuselah he’d been thinking about earlier.
“What the blazes do you think you’re doing?”
Radu smirked before dropping his most recent cigarette on the floor.
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Dietrich paraphrases Eris with his first spoken line before he does something utterly stupid two lines later.
Lachesis is one of the three Fates and measures out the portion of human life.
Dietrich tempts fate one time too many. Mythological allusions abound. This will be the second time I’ve written Dietrich tempting the gods then really.
Probably part one of what may be five pieces being written non-linearly.
Lachesis
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
++++++++++
It hadn’t been difficult to gauge the Methuselah’s intentions or at least what he believed them to truly be. That was the problem, as far as Dietrich understood it, the real issue with most of humanity. He could ask any number of people what they really wanted only to have them confounded when he then provided them with a means to enact their reply.
“Everybody’s always striving anyway, towards something, anything.”
The words were a bitter sneer. People always did go on about how desperately they were trying to do any number of things but all they ever did was struggle against illusionary chains. It disgusted him, more so than he liked to let on.
“What’s the damn point? Either you do or you don’t and there’s an end to it.”
Shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, Dietrich scowled. It was just going to be one of those days, he could tell. One of those endless, pointless days when he snarled normally unspoken truths to himself and hated everything.
At least there were one or two things he could do with his time. Repairs, dull maintenance, system checks. Today wasn’t a good day for upgrades because he knew from experience in the sort of mood he was in; he was liable to end up hurling circuit boards across the room instead. He just needed to hang on to his rapidly dwindling control today, just for the slow progression of hours and then the day would be over and having exhausted himself though mental work and rage, he could sleep the sleep of the almost dead. That was perhaps the only benefit of days like these; the fact that afterwards, he’d sink gratefully into oblivion. He just had to survive the day.
Resting his hand against the control room door, Dietrich paused, for a moment struggling to reign in his anger at nothing in particular. It was just a day, like any other and he wouldn’t give in to his own fury. His self-control was better than that.
“Come on, Discordia, is that the best you can do?”
Pushing open the door, Dietrich was hit by the sharp, scent of stale smoke. Coughing he made his way between the server towers. Attempting to place the flat of his palm against the buzzing machinery as if to calm himself didn’t help either and he drew his hand back with a gasp at the slight static shock that struck him on contact. As if it wasn’t bad enough that Isaak was evidently smoking in his control room already. Rounding the corner of the server-constructed corridor Dietrich halted in surprise for an instant because the source of the problem wasn’t Isaak at all but rather the occasionally irritating, occasionally entertaining Methuselah he’d been thinking about earlier.
“What the blazes do you think you’re doing?”
Radu smirked before dropping his most recent cigarette on the floor.
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Dietrich paraphrases Eris with his first spoken line before he does something utterly stupid two lines later.
Lachesis is one of the three Fates and measures out the portion of human life.
