Trinity Blood double-drabble: Restitution
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narcasseSpoilers for Act 34.
Rosencreutz is about manufacturing monsters after all...
Restitution
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
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It’s only after the fact that he can admit the he does actually miss the scent of stale smoke filling up the room almost challengingly. That he can final say, in the privacy of his own mind, that those arrogant eyes and mocking mouth are missed.
Of course it all went wrong, it was after all; meant to.
It was almost impossible for the boy not to overreach himself and thus invariably fail. It was beginning to become something of a trademark of his really. Fail, fall and fail again. Utterly useless, unless employed under the right circumstance.
So it really had been a pity when he’d had to lose something quite admirably entertaining to simply prove a point. Such a shame. Especially when such a thing was always so hard to replace. Monstrosity was naturally manufactured after all and no amount of sticking the boy in a broiler would artificially engineer it. Such a terrible loss really, it was almost enough to move the artisan in him to weep.
But punishment was of course due. In that he could gain some scant satisfaction.
And in the meantime, he could smoke absently abandoned cigarettes, dreaming of putting out Dietrich’s eye.
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Rosencreutz is about manufacturing monsters after all...
Restitution
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
++++++++++
It’s only after the fact that he can admit the he does actually miss the scent of stale smoke filling up the room almost challengingly. That he can final say, in the privacy of his own mind, that those arrogant eyes and mocking mouth are missed.
Of course it all went wrong, it was after all; meant to.
It was almost impossible for the boy not to overreach himself and thus invariably fail. It was beginning to become something of a trademark of his really. Fail, fall and fail again. Utterly useless, unless employed under the right circumstance.
So it really had been a pity when he’d had to lose something quite admirably entertaining to simply prove a point. Such a shame. Especially when such a thing was always so hard to replace. Monstrosity was naturally manufactured after all and no amount of sticking the boy in a broiler would artificially engineer it. Such a terrible loss really, it was almost enough to move the artisan in him to weep.
But punishment was of course due. In that he could gain some scant satisfaction.
And in the meantime, he could smoke absently abandoned cigarettes, dreaming of putting out Dietrich’s eye.
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Date: 2007-08-02 09:38 pm (UTC)This moment was quite chilling:
"Monstrosity was naturally manufactured after all and no amount of sticking the boy in a broiler would artificially engineer it. Such a terrible loss really, it was almost enough to move the artisan in him to weep."
Another thought-provoking and provocative read!
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Date: 2007-08-02 09:53 pm (UTC)Isaak really is getting fantastically creepier each time I write him. He plays requiems for the dead and throws Nietzsche at people while all the time being faintly bemused by the entire affair.
Glad you liked this.
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Date: 2007-08-03 06:32 am (UTC)Requiems and Nietzsche! Now there's irony and contradiction.
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Date: 2007-08-03 11:54 am (UTC)I have a less than serious theory that he’s so bemused and uncaring about everything as a result of smoking so much. Though I’m founding that theory on the fact that the cigarillos I smoke really do have quite the useful effect of relaxing me an awful lot more than regular cigarettes. The more serious theory being that he’s entirely insane and more so than the rest of the Orden.