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now we've got problems [knox] - Aylin - 07-22-2015
RE: now we've got problems [knox] - Knox - 07-22-2015 The hunter wakes from a dream of a wicked vision and a ghost and knows exactly where to go. Manhattan is beside him, her body black, lean, and stoic as she stands guard over his fitful sleep in the wood. As soon as he wakes, she knows that he has changed. Something has happened in that sleep, something that has spurred him to rise and urge her forward. Forward, to the Threshold. She does not need to ask him why, why now in this dark night, or for whom they run. She knows because for once he has freed his mind completely, letting her experience his every thought and concern. And Manhattan knows, then, as his black hooves thunder through the wood and the pair kick up dirt and white-frosted pinecones together, that this is a mission that he has chosen to follow. This is not the work of an ancestor, or at the urging of his mother's ghost. This is what Knox knows is right. And he has known ever since coming home without Aylin that he should have been seeking her, should have been turning back to follow the signs of his light that he had abandoned. How foolish he has been to forget her, and how that dark night in the rain really occurred. With every step he remembers until his dark coat is dappled further by the shadows of the Threshold canopy. He remembers her until he can picture her so clearly as she was when he last saw her, and as he had forgotten her. And then, as if he has willed her into existence, he enters a clearing and she is there. He watches as she stumbles, lunging forward to break her fall, calling out her name in response to her murmur of his as if it is the only word he knows, the only thing he has ever exclaimed with such fervor: "Aylin!" He slides to a halt before her, kneeling over the rock, soaking himself in the white wet. At the edge of the clearing, Manhattan watches over as she once failed to do, vigilant and at peace in the presence of her master and his friend. Aylin's eyes are drifting closed by the time Knox can find them with his own. But he sees there the faintest glimmer, the subtlest sign of silver, and he knows that her falling is his fault. From the point he left her in that Old Country rain, every harm that has come to her has been his fault. And he will not forgive himself. He will spend as long as he must to make up for that sin, whether it was his or not. He must protect her, now. Even if it is all he can do for the rest of his days. "I'm sorry..." he whispers, his own eyes forcing shut, brimming with tears so like the ones she first brought to his eyes so many years ago, now. "I'm sorry." @[Aylin]
And I Will Laugh Until I'm Tired
image creditsI Will Battle With a Strange Desire RE: now we've got problems [knox] - Aylin - 07-22-2015
RE: now we've got problems [knox] - Knox - 07-28-2015 Even now, she forgives the hunter. His blue eyes are shut, his vision flickering in silver as he hides from the sight of his failures. How had he let this happen? How, as he lies here beside the one who cares for him so, can he feel nothing but guilt? His heavy body falls beside hers, covering sheets of white and shadow in the scatter of long black hair that twists and curls about itself. His cheek reaches for hers, matching in black, and he feels the heat of her body against the cold of the world underneath them. This is a winter he will remember: this is a winter he will have to be held accountable for something in his life--for once. Manhattan draws closer, her silken fur brushing against her master's, her sharp blue eyes surveying the embrace on the earth. She scents exhaustion, sees the slump of Knox's shoulders, the giving up. Does he think he can lie here like this and die beside her, without consequence? She is not angry, Manhattan has long struggled to feel such an emotion. But she knows this scene cannot stay as it is. She butts her head against Knox's broad neck, balking from Aylin's thin one as it extends. That touch, it is not meant for her. And the hunter receives the message. They must stand, they must walk, they must go on. In the face of failure, they must persevere. "Aylin, get up," he says softly, his lids lifted, his gaze surveying the cold. "We can't stay here. Let me help you," he goes on, each word wavering as he struggles with its weight. He must guide her now, with every step, even if the journey is to be his walk of shame. Aylin is more important than his pride. For once, someone else, someone weaker, is more important. @[Aylin]
And I Will Laugh Until I'm Tired
image creditsI Will Battle With a Strange Desire RE: now we've got problems [knox] - Aylin - 08-12-2015
RE: now we've got problems [knox] - Knox - 08-16-2015 Is it close? He can't tell her no. But it's not close. It's far, very far, and it is true she might not have it in her. But this place isn't safe anymore, he can feel it in the tightening of his chest and the rising of shadow and cold. He has to get her out of here, and he has to get her someplace warm. Aylin doesn't have to know that it's the site of his mother's murder, not now. She doesn't have to know how long it will take to get there, and how many horrors they might find along the way. "It doesn't matter," he tells her, voice shaking when he turned back to watch her slowly rise. Knox is beginning to lose focus and control--his bridle feels tight, like a prison and cage upon his features. He wants to be rid of it and all other burdens. He wants to be someone else, with Aylin at his side as the one he has for so long wanted to be with, the one he has for so long denied himself. He doesn't think he deserves her. But he remembers the night now, when all this came about. And he remembers saying Dovev's lie, his confession of love. And he remembers screaming from inside his shut-door mind that it was truth, for him. Manhattan is circling them, a watchful protector over this pair of two innocents, two somehow lovers after so long apart and in pain. "I'm going to take care of you," Knox goes on, forgetting about all else. "And when we get there, I'm going to tell you everything I should have said before." Manhattan has started to move ahead, but she hears this and stops. What is he going to tell Aylin that his companion doesn't know? What does he know now that he didn't know before? And what is this burning in the black dog's breast, this jealous hurt, this betrayal, at having had a secret like this kept?
And I Will Laugh Until I'm Tired
image creditsI Will Battle With a Strange Desire RE: now we've got problems [knox] - Aylin - 08-19-2015
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