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metamorphosis2013-01-01 11:30 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2013-01-01 11:30 pm
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Title: it's impossible not to care
Characters: Markus, Eliza, Casper
Rating: G
"He isn't coming today?" Her voice trembles, despite the effort she put into making it stay still. Her maid shakes her head and slowly sits into the chair opposite of her bed. She almost imagines the bones creaking like the wood. "But he always comes."
"Not today, Miss Eliza." Her maid sounds a little too pleased at the information, her gruff voice ending in a slight song. "He has other business."
"I'll find him, " she promises and slides out of bed. She dresses warmly in rich reds - he told her, once, that she looked good in it - and leaves despite her maid's spluttering indignities. She makes her way through the streets as quickly as she can muster without bumping into anyone. It isn't a hard feat; it is a cold, windy day in Auburn. NoNot many people are out, and those that are duck into coffee shops and bookstores when they can to be warm.It occurs to her halfway down the road that she has no idea where to start looking. He never said anything about himself unless directly asked, and even then he circumvented it with a few words or stolen kisses if it wasn't about their pact. She slows her brisk pace, then comes to a halt in front of an abandoned store. The wide front window is splattered with cracks and jagged holes, facets of the world she had barely begun to know. The clattering of a trashcan catchers her attention and she darts into the alley beside the store. A lid rolls towards her from the dark, and she steadies it against a wall before she moves on. There are voices echoing on the stained brick walls, dusted with the green of mold and sickness, and she covers her mouth when she recognizes one as Markus's.
"...and it's my decision, Casper. Didn't you say last time you wouldn't bother me when I made pacts?" Markus sounds like he's torn between pleading and being stern. She inches closer, trying to see who he's talking to -- this Casper person.
"This one isn't normal." The voice is so similar to Markus's she almost mistakes it as him talking to himself. "You took her heart."
"It was the thing causing the problem. It's no different than Maria's arm or Beth's liver, or even Chance's lungs."
She hears one of them step forward and surmises it must be Casper. The sound of Markus choking proves her right, and she forces herself to move further down the wall. They're only figures in the dim light of the alley from this distance, but she can see Markus's boyish frame against the wall and a taller, leaner man holding him there. They look like twins, she thinks; the same black hair and same handsome face. Casper, she assumes he is, grins.
"You took a woman's left hand, and another's life. You stole the breath from another lung's, and now with this one you've pickpocketed her heart. It sounds to me, brother," he laughs with the word, "as if you're trying to fall in love."
Markus puckers his lips and spits in his brother's face; Casper snarls and slams him against the brick wall twice. He drops him and steps back, sticking his fingers into one of his jacket pockets. A cigarette slips out with his hand, and he lights it on Markus's bared cheeks.
"Break it, Markus." Casper draws a breath and lets the smoke wisp out between his lips. "This isn't a game to see how far you can push His orders. We're supposed to take souls or whatever as payment anyway."
Casper sighs and glances in her direction; she freezes, then presses closer to the wall. He shifts on his feet - she knows he's seen her, then - and shrugs.
"Get back to your home or whatever. I just thought I'd be friendly and drop you a warning before you ruined everything."
Casper disappears without another word - into the darkness or into the chill, she can't say - and Markus rises from his place on the ground. He raises his head and stares at the shadows where she is, and she wonders if he can see her there, like his brother could. If he does, he doesn't show it. He just fixes his clothes and heads in the direction opposite her, limping slightly.
She lets out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding and makes her way back home, to the safety and comfort of her bed and to wait for his inevitable early morning arrival.
Characters: Markus, Eliza, Casper
Rating: G
"He isn't coming today?" Her voice trembles, despite the effort she put into making it stay still. Her maid shakes her head and slowly sits into the chair opposite of her bed. She almost imagines the bones creaking like the wood. "But he always comes."
"Not today, Miss Eliza." Her maid sounds a little too pleased at the information, her gruff voice ending in a slight song. "He has other business."
"I'll find him, " she promises and slides out of bed. She dresses warmly in rich reds - he told her, once, that she looked good in it - and leaves despite her maid's spluttering indignities. She makes her way through the streets as quickly as she can muster without bumping into anyone. It isn't a hard feat; it is a cold, windy day in Auburn. NoNot many people are out, and those that are duck into coffee shops and bookstores when they can to be warm.It occurs to her halfway down the road that she has no idea where to start looking. He never said anything about himself unless directly asked, and even then he circumvented it with a few words or stolen kisses if it wasn't about their pact. She slows her brisk pace, then comes to a halt in front of an abandoned store. The wide front window is splattered with cracks and jagged holes, facets of the world she had barely begun to know. The clattering of a trashcan catchers her attention and she darts into the alley beside the store. A lid rolls towards her from the dark, and she steadies it against a wall before she moves on. There are voices echoing on the stained brick walls, dusted with the green of mold and sickness, and she covers her mouth when she recognizes one as Markus's.
"...and it's my decision, Casper. Didn't you say last time you wouldn't bother me when I made pacts?" Markus sounds like he's torn between pleading and being stern. She inches closer, trying to see who he's talking to -- this Casper person.
"This one isn't normal." The voice is so similar to Markus's she almost mistakes it as him talking to himself. "You took her heart."
"It was the thing causing the problem. It's no different than Maria's arm or Beth's liver, or even Chance's lungs."
She hears one of them step forward and surmises it must be Casper. The sound of Markus choking proves her right, and she forces herself to move further down the wall. They're only figures in the dim light of the alley from this distance, but she can see Markus's boyish frame against the wall and a taller, leaner man holding him there. They look like twins, she thinks; the same black hair and same handsome face. Casper, she assumes he is, grins.
"You took a woman's left hand, and another's life. You stole the breath from another lung's, and now with this one you've pickpocketed her heart. It sounds to me, brother," he laughs with the word, "as if you're trying to fall in love."
Markus puckers his lips and spits in his brother's face; Casper snarls and slams him against the brick wall twice. He drops him and steps back, sticking his fingers into one of his jacket pockets. A cigarette slips out with his hand, and he lights it on Markus's bared cheeks.
"Break it, Markus." Casper draws a breath and lets the smoke wisp out between his lips. "This isn't a game to see how far you can push His orders. We're supposed to take souls or whatever as payment anyway."
Casper sighs and glances in her direction; she freezes, then presses closer to the wall. He shifts on his feet - she knows he's seen her, then - and shrugs.
"Get back to your home or whatever. I just thought I'd be friendly and drop you a warning before you ruined everything."
Casper disappears without another word - into the darkness or into the chill, she can't say - and Markus rises from his place on the ground. He raises his head and stares at the shadows where she is, and she wonders if he can see her there, like his brother could. If he does, he doesn't show it. He just fixes his clothes and heads in the direction opposite her, limping slightly.
She lets out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding and makes her way back home, to the safety and comfort of her bed and to wait for his inevitable early morning arrival.