Trinity Blood drabble: Endgame

[narcasse]

Featuring character death, both on-screen and implied.


Endgame

Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.

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This time as they face each other something seems decidedly wrong, something dissonant in their speech and movement. William is at a loss to discern the cause.

There is no upper hand to be gained in the sudden clash of blades, as the sabre Isaak wields shears flapping fabric in half.

Suddenly there is no laughter in those dark eyes.

"I loved you." Isaak snarls, blade tearing into William’s gut.

And as he falls, from the bridge, towards the chill river, William can’t help but wonder; if those last words are the very same ones that Isaak spoke to Cain.

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Midnight, Tower Bridge, epic swordfight; it's the only way to make an exit.
Have the accompanying Madonna track too.



To Do:

- look at series tags on Sunsets for Meine Liebe timelines.
- upload old Meine Liebe fic. (other ナオジ)
- upload latest Meine Liebe fic.
- decide if there needs to be Nikolaus Day fic this year.

- finish doll fic.
- finish Süleyman pr0n.
- finish Et in Arcadia ego.
- finish Süleyman background fic.
- revise To Write list; jettison detritus.

- Pegasus solo holiday log.

- go to post office.
- do Christmas shopping.
- read pertinent texts.
- pick up panettone, maybe Mohnstollen too.
- experiment with baking filo mince parcels for Christmas Day.

Comments

[herit.livejournal.com]

That was short, but so sweetly nihilistic. And because I fail completely with my online times and my schedule in general, I'll just wish you a belated happy birthday here now, although I'd have preferred to do that in real time at least. And also, I really hope you're well. I miss you. ♥ And maybe since it's the place for random notes, it's snowing in early November here in Bavaria. What the fuck. And with "snowing", I mean "snowing a lot".

I'm also almost tempted to buy a Mohnstollen (How can you eat that? But my father loves them, too.) along with a King Ludwig bread and send it both over, but that probably wouldn't be such a good idea.

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

Thank you, as far as I recall I had a rather insightful day… or a drunken one which probably amounts to the same thing anyway. The Ibis deck really doesn’t seem to care if I’m drunk or sober.
I wonder if attempting to coordinate online times might be the best route to follow seeing as we keep missing each other.

Mohnstollen; fastest way to test positive for trace amounts of opium, other than poppy seed bagels. Though honestly, if you could manage a shipment of one I’d be most grateful. The bread on the other hand might not really last the journey, I suspect but what are those King Ludwig cigars like instead?

[herit.livejournal.com]

My online times are hardly ever the same, although I guess I can say that I have an evening free next Friday. And... I am taking vacations soon anyway (around Christmas, we have to). Though at the moment, I am often online early, due to messed up sleeping times (such as... getting up at 4 am).

Well, I prefer poppy rolls, but if you want, I will definitely try! And as for the cigars... I had no idea they existed, really, but I'll look out for them. Not completely without egoistic motivations, of course.

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

Please don’t trouble yourself if you’re too busy, it’s quite alright. I don’t know if you’d consider sleeping aids but I’ve found that zopiclone seems to do the trick for me, if that’s of any help.

Thank you, though of course please only do so if it’s convenient for you. I’ve currently been menaced with the prospect of what sounds like a cross between apple brandy and mulled wine in the near future anyway so I’m sure I could wait till then to attempt to find my way around a market stollen-hunting .

[levy.livejournal.com]

"The fall lasted longer than he expected, and gave him time for some entertaining language comparisons. Long years in Rome has taught him the difference between 'ti amo' and 'ti voglio bene' - the latter is more 'I care for you in a familiar way', but english children used to say they loved their mother, so english language was supposed to know only one omnicomprehensive form of love.

Language has a deeper impact in the mental construction of one individual as it's commonly assumed it does, and he himself had learn to love in that vague, sly english form. Caterina was not the best example for the italian duality, but surely other people lived with a similar language-depending affective system, like Leon, that from his mothertounge had learnt the unbreakable unity of love and desire he celebrated everytime he says to a girl 'te quiero, te quiero mucho...'

Isaak has said it in english - was he aware of it? - he guessed, his eyes blurring in the cold wind as they unheartily followed the slipstream of his own blood twirling in the rainy air.

- Don't you feel even a bit stupid, sir WWW, you are dying, and yet get lost in such futilies? - he asked mentally to himself, just to answer - I need so to know what he exactly meant, because there's just too much I haven't understand on time and .. yeah, how naive of me.. who saids that Isaak is really german? he could have been born almost anywhere, and yet, I can't.. what was the german for 'I love you'..? ..liebe...Ich

And there he remembered that when they were student together, Isaak used to mock him because of his inhability to properly deal with german phraseology without a long reasoning. His last seconds of life didn't fail this decennal tradition."


I beg your pardon if creative reply would sound as an intromission in your already excellent work.. I just.. felt like that.

Back to runaway samples. It's nicely IC to waste and experiment this way, but I bet my boss won't be happy with that! ^^;

EDITED - because I was in a rush and I made some shamefull mistakes ^^;

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

So sad and yet so very lovely at the same time. That’s a wonderfully bittersweet take on the matter. It makes me feel terribly sympathetic towards William all over again.

It also reminds me of the following quote:
"I know of these romantic friendships of the English and the Germans. They are not Latin. I think they are very good if they do not go on too long."
She was so composed and matter-of-fact that I could not take her amiss, but I failed to find an answer. She seemed not to expect one but continued stitching, pausing sometimes to match the silk from a work-bag at her side.
"It is a kind of love that comes to children before they know its meaning. In England it comes when you are almost men; I think I like that. It is better to have that kind of love for another boy than for a girl."
- Waugh, E., 1989. Brideshead Revisited, p. 98. Penguin Books Ltd: London.