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13 May 2010 @ 11:44 am
 
Title: 'Half the page of the story you are'
Author: creatore_magico
Disclaimer: Angelo © me. Death © Drazzi.
Notes: Tiny drabble about Angelo, angst. Just venting via fic.
Word count: 418



Angelo set his glass down near silently on the desk and sighed. The liquid inside it was cool and clear, much like his skin had been over the last few months. It had started out growing paler, then slightly transparent in places. Now his body was that way all over, the ghost like quality deadening his already washed out eyes to a cold grey.

It was constantly on his mind as he worked, the effects of the loss weighing him down and thinning out his soul. Almost everything he had truly loved, gone. It had faded away so gradually he had barely come to terms with the fact that it was really never coming back. The chance had been there for a long while, the possibility, but now it was clear that even hope was not easily touched. Now he knew he could no longer allow himself to hope, and in letting go, something of his soul had given up.

He reached to pick up the glass again only moments after setting it down to quench his throat that had become dry with restless thoughts and troubled breathing, but his fingered passed through it.

The feeling made his eyes widen and his heart pulse and he tried again, this time staring at his fingertips as he did so and watching them pass through the solid object without intention.

His breath came out shaking and broken as he backed away from the desk, recoiling in his chair and feeling like he wanted to weep. It was a sickening feeling.

He couldn’t disappear, he was a memory keeper, he had a purpose and that purpose had existed long before his now lost everything had come to him. It must have been that and only that, which kept him there in existence.

Esteal, and Larose, they were reasons also. They were his children after all, and a memento of a time now unattainable. Fleetingly Angelo found himself angry that neither of them looked like him.

“Death,” He spoke to the space around him, to the books, to the air and the perfume of his rose garden. He spoke the word not as a wish, or as a thought, but as a name. The Reaper would not hear him of course, but saying his name bought some comfort as well as the opposite.

Would Death even stay now?

It was all too much. The memory keeper of nightmares began to weep, taking off his glasses and almost setting them down before he realised he had a real hold on them. They weren’t passing through his hands, so he would cling to them.
 
 
 
Sallie: To my dying day...drazzi on May 13th, 2010 10:47 am (UTC)
What can I say? It's so sad and it hurts me D:
phonix_rising: Cold and Frightenedphonix_rising on May 13th, 2010 10:56 am (UTC)
Me too. S'why I had to write it. *hugs*
Sallie: [Love Actually] Dip it in yoghurt? D:drazzi on May 13th, 2010 11:16 am (UTC)
I'm sorry you're going through the many charrie angsts, my bb <3

Specially this one D:
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creatore_magico: [The Desert Rose] Batting his eyescreatore_magico on March 1st, 2011 09:10 pm (UTC)
Aww thank you sweetie. This one was sad because it was about the loss of everything in Angelo's life. I used to play him with my ex partner and when he stopped playing his OC's it near killed everything that Angelo was. He's all right now, but for a time I thought I might loose him and that's why I wrote this.

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creatore_magico: [Ragnarok Online]creatore_magico on March 1st, 2011 09:18 pm (UTC)
Angelo is one of those dearest to my heart so I'm also glad he didn't disappear. Though no matter where I'll play him, he'll always always miss his Lucius.