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risingtsun2013-07-03 09:21 pm
luxuriant) wrote in risingtsun2013-07-03 09:21 pm
Exitvoid museboxing -- Week 25 Day 6ish
[Zelos had kept up with this strange distance from Jack for the week after the argument on the first day, with the sacrifices. He'd had his own things to take care of, after all. Emotions, thoughts, horrible life decisions, the works.
And he'd come to a decision. And despite all of his negative thinking, all of his wanting to give up and run and hide... There's this nagging thought that Jack may be someone he can reach out to. That maybe they had this argument because they were friends, and that it wasn't some statement that said they weren't and that he was the cause for his misery in life.
Strange, that thought.
He had situated himself atop a crane on deck late this evening with stealthy silence, and waited for the right moment in Jack's routine (or semi-routinely, it seems to happen often enough to call it that) rail leaning in thought. He was still hesitating. Hidden enough to run even now, but eventually, he gets the nerve, and steps right off the crane to take a skillful jump down on deck.
Of course, the rush of wind that follows him is loud enough, but his feet actually catch his landing smoothly, and there's just a really noticeable tap that comes as he lands behind Jack. His hands are already rested at his waist, and he leans forward a bit in combination with his surprise greeting.]
Yo. [If that staff moves up to whack at him defensively like he has a feeling it might, he's all the ready with reflexes to raise a hand and block it.]
And he'd come to a decision. And despite all of his negative thinking, all of his wanting to give up and run and hide... There's this nagging thought that Jack may be someone he can reach out to. That maybe they had this argument because they were friends, and that it wasn't some statement that said they weren't and that he was the cause for his misery in life.
Strange, that thought.
He had situated himself atop a crane on deck late this evening with stealthy silence, and waited for the right moment in Jack's routine (or semi-routinely, it seems to happen often enough to call it that) rail leaning in thought. He was still hesitating. Hidden enough to run even now, but eventually, he gets the nerve, and steps right off the crane to take a skillful jump down on deck.
Of course, the rush of wind that follows him is loud enough, but his feet actually catch his landing smoothly, and there's just a really noticeable tap that comes as he lands behind Jack. His hands are already rested at his waist, and he leans forward a bit in combination with his surprise greeting.]
Yo. [If that staff moves up to whack at him defensively like he has a feeling it might, he's all the ready with reflexes to raise a hand and block it.]
no subject
[So now they're getting a bit closer to the topic of things. ...Sort of.]
[Sort of, because that's still rather vague--but rings startlingly familiar, at the same time; enough so to have Jack blinking at Zelos in a startled sort of way, as if seeing the guy in a different sort of light for the first time.]
[Put on the world in order to save people, becoming an angel in order to free them of problem--Jack knows the story as well as anybody, if not better than most, after three hundred years of Christmases gone past and religions in tenfold cycled over back on his own world. The news that Zelos is apparently meant to take up a suspiciously similar mantle to Jesus where he's from, on the other hand, is more than a little odd to look at. And that's putting it lightly.]
[Still, something about all this is evidently bothering Zelos--even with that last line said, the bruise seems too deep to stem just from that. (Objectively looking at it, anyway...) Slight frown still well in force, Jack shifts in place for a moment, and then turns to sag against the railing next to Zelos with a short huff of breath, hands folding into pockets, head bowing slightly under the continuing mist of the drizzle around them.]
So that's a thing in other worlds too, huh? Guess no matter where you go... [It's an absent hum of words, at length. And Jack's still not entirely sure where Zelos might be steering with this whole topic--one seemingly so offset from the argument they'd had before, honestly (and isn't that why he'd come out here?)--but Jack'll take it for what it's worth. Not as if he'd know any better about how these things are supposed to go, after all...]
[And as he takes the few seconds of silence after that to mull over what's being said now, something does click into place--a minor thing that already feels oddly distant from where they're standing now. That'd been another conversation a little while ago, fraught with laughter and joking towards the end.(...It's funny, how things change like that.) And during that--]
[Jack stiffens slightly against the rail; it would have been an imperceptible thing to most, but it accompanies a slight shift as Jack turns his head to look at Zelos again, and there's just the slightest trace of something mortified there.]
...Guess you didn't choose it after all, then, huh? Being in all that.
ZELOS IS SO TL;DR...
Slowly he looks forward again, and then leans back against the railing even more until he's leaning his head back and staring at the sky.
Just about at the time he feels Jack's eyes on him again. Heh.]
...I never wanted to be the Chosen. [He admits it in a defeated, tired sort of tone, but his face isn't too gloomy, despite it all. It's just neutral. Maybe even a tiny sign of the usual smirk hidden there, like default. It's mostly because he almost wants to laugh at his life.]
My father was the last Chosen. The Church arranges your marriages for you when you're holding that position, and so he was forced to marry my mother. It was pretty clear they didn't love each other. He had a woman on the side, and for all I know, she had a guy, too. [A pause. His stories always get so drawn out when he dodges the point like this.
But there is a lot to back up what he's trying to get at.]
My father and his mistress had a kid together. I only found out when she was about four and somehow snuck into the garden of the mansion. [...Another pause. Agh...] She's probably more fit for being the Chosen. Her mother certainly thought she should be.