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Post by Felix Falora on Jul 23, 2011 1:32:51 GMT -5
(Music For The Scene www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlUy-QbvhzsYeah...) It had been a while since the incident. Edd was gone... that was all. King didn't see what he did wrong, but apparantly the deed was done. He saw how they looked at him. Their eyes were full of malice. He didn't understand. He didn't know how they were instantly willing to be forgiving to the circumstances, how Edd would actually bring back the betrayer. It was madness... idiocy. They were all fools, the lot of them, especially Trevor. About to attack him... what was he thinking? Now that the boastful man was gone, the house was more silent and he was thankful for it. Yet, at the same time, it was a phyrric victory for him. He may've won the battle, but at what cost? It felt like he lost everything all over again. And then there was the most painful. Fletcher had kept his distance. He, too, gave King those malice-filled eyes. No longer did they sleep together in bed or share their warmth with each other. No longer did they bring comfort in the presence of each other. Instead King, in order to escape the hateful stares, had fled outside the house, to the side of it. He sat there, a blank look on his face, avoiding the eyes of the villagers, blissfully unaware of the tragedy that had taken place under their noses. I don't understand. The words rushed through King's mind. I was protecting them. They don't understand... they can't understand. Betrayal is unforgivable, so how could they...? He looked at his hands, watching them shake. I'm not the bad guy. I'm not. So why do they now despise me? |
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Post by nintendonut1 on Jul 23, 2011 2:41:42 GMT -5
Fletcher had to admit... it was becoming more and more difficult to protect his lover. From enemies, from the household... and quite possibly even himself.
Did he agree with the decision for Edd to leave? Absolutely not. Was it entirely King's fault? Perhaps not, but everyone liked to think so. It was easy, to pin the blame on one person. So easy, in fact, that for a while, he did the same.
The time spent separate from each other was less about scorn and more of a chance for him to calm his stressed nerves. Someone had to discuss this with King, and it was obviously he was the only one in the house that would have the least amount of patience and desire to be around him, much less debate ethics and morals. Fletcher wanted to make sure he, himself, had cooled down completely before undergoing this task, else he'd lose his temper, and lord only knows what would happen then.
Once everyone was asleep, he got up, took a deep breath, and exited the house.
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Post by Felix Falora on Jul 23, 2011 3:28:40 GMT -5
King looked at the gun in his hands. One might've assumed he was going to shoot himself, but in the blink of an eye, he began to dismantle it, taking it apart piece by piece. He seemed almost enthralled with it, unaware of anything else in the world. Stripping it down to its parts, he looked at it more closely and frowned. Everything is made up of parts. Even us. Stripped down to the bone, we're nothing but meat and water. All that makes us what we are is the ability to feel. Despair and joy, anger and terror... were it not for this, we'd be nothing more then organic automatons. Apparantly the idiot didn't realize that dramatic scenes meant actual conflicting emotions. Instead he just began to think about random things.
He did, of course, start to think about what he had done and the reasons he had done it. And, as he thought, a conclusion began to form. My desire was to protect them, but... wasn't that his initial desire? Isn't that why he... did all those horrible things? He shook his head wildly. No... I am NOT... HIM... I wouldn't kill... The flash of how he mercilessly shot Past Felix without question. ... I wouldn't hate... A flash of how he scorned the angels all for their affiliation with their creator. ... I wouldn't... betray... A flash of how he so callously turned Edd away from the house, sending him away with his friends to be alone forever. A hand came to his face. No... I... I am echoing his actions... aren't I? I'm... turning into him... that's why they despise me... even Fletcher... despises me...
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Post by nintendonut1 on Jul 24, 2011 16:24:35 GMT -5
Fletcher began to hear the familiar clicks of a gun, apparently cocking. ...no! He hurried to catch up with the sound, but halted just before he was seen, staying behind the corner of the house. He leaned over very slightly to spy upon King and watch him... taking his gun apart? That seemed odd.
Was he perhaps regretting his actions? It would be a good change and would help the discussion they were about to have with each other... still, he looked a little unhinged, so delicacy would still have to be taken.
Slowly, Fletcher stepped out from the shadows. "...King?"
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Post by Felix Falora on Jul 24, 2011 19:50:26 GMT -5
For some reason, his eyes were dry. Yet, as he continued to hide them with his hand, his other one gripping the air harshly, practically digging into the skin of his palm as the pieces of his gun, the one he had used to shoot the angel and spark all of this conflict, slipped from him and clattered to the ground next to him. That gun, as Fletcher knew, was special to him. So for him to take it apart and practically destroy it was definently out of character. It was some sort of sign, maybe of regret. The fact that he looked distressed, teeth biting into his lower lip, body quivering as if in the freezing snow, also gave away some regret. Either that or he was just sad people hated him now when everything used to be alright before.
And then someone called his name. His head turned and he noticed Fletcher. Were it anyone else, he might've spoken with scorn, asked if they had to come to laugh at his misery. But as it was, he just turned his head again and stared at the ground, unspeaking. The fact he had looked showed he recognized the other Brit, but he didn't know what to say. What could he say? Nothing would be good enough.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Aug 2, 2011 18:23:26 GMT -5
Words were never easy to get out in situations like this. They were lame, useless, would change nothing.
Fletcher said nothing more, at least for the moment. Painstakingly slow, he stepped closer to King, waiting for a reaction. He got none, even when he stood at the young man's side. He lowered himself down to King's level and sat beside him against the outer wall of the house--not hip to hip as usual, though. There was a decent amount of space between them.
He inhaled and exhaled, not knowing where to start. It was never easy.
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Post by Felix Falora on Aug 5, 2011 23:53:07 GMT -5
Nothing came out. What was the point? He was surprised Fletcher had even come out here at all. However, he also knew the other Brit and his polite nature. Most likely he had come to try and talk things out. Or maybe he wanted to formally end things for good. Either would've been expected of him. But what was King supposed to say? Any argument he could've made would easily be shot down. There was no way he could forget the first moments of when Edd left. All those hate-filled eyes glaring at him after Trevor had left. Fletcher was amongst them, even though he was supposed to protect King. Ahhh, but why protect someone if they deserve punishment? That made sense at least. It was his own fault for overreacting.
A traitor caused the deaths of everyone I ever cared for. Their willingness to let bygones be bygones makes no sense to me. I wish things were simpler then this... Sometimes I even find myself wishing Lawrence was alive again. With Lawrence, we knew who the enemy was. It was a simple finger point to seperate the good guy from the bad guy. But with this entire situation... everything is too clouded in gray. Everyone has sparks of white and black... and someone has to be a scapegoat. Leave it to me to fit the role because I cannot conform to their ideal of forgiveness... and yet why... why do I feel so vulnerable? Why do I feel like it truely is me who did wrong instead of them for making such a tremendous mistake?
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Post by nintendonut1 on Aug 6, 2011 0:22:13 GMT -5
As much as they disagreed adamently, Fletcher could sense the pain of isolation King must have been feeling. And that was never easy to go through, not alone.
Tentatively, Fletcher raised his hand. He pulled back a few times as he reconsidered, but finally, the hand rested on King's shoulder as a form of empty comfort.
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Post by Felix Falora on Aug 28, 2011 11:45:32 GMT -5
King saw Fletcher hesitate. Why did he hesitate? If he was going to hesitate, why even bother at all? Wouldn't it be easier to just let the boy suffer forever for his mistakes? But he did feel the hand on his shoulder. All it did was make him want to cry more. Would he never again feel this warmth? Would he wander the world forever alone? "I do not... understand your ideals." He was finally speaking. "Betrayal... led to the deaths... of everyone I loved." He sounded to be in agony. "Why do you... forgive so easily?"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Sept 1, 2011 0:19:36 GMT -5
That was an excellent question. Fletcher mused on it appropriately, then responded, "Because when nothing is forgiven, nothing changes." With a better self-conviction growing, he gripped King's shoulder more firmly. "I've seen the good side of you. I know it's there. The others may not see it, but I do. The only way to help them see it is to try and move past this and learn from it, and try not to repeat it again. That's what I believe."
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Post by Felix Falora on Sept 1, 2011 16:14:18 GMT -5
(Music for the occasion www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wy1N00CTUCwBlah... will find happy music someday.) There was another cold silence between the two. King was still looking down at the ground. He still looked broken. Then again, how couldn't he? He thought everything he loved and fought for had been compromised just like that. "I can't... forgive traitors." He wanted to say he could, but that'd be a lie. It was sure what Fletcher seemed to wanted to hear at the moment, what everyone wanted to hear. But... "They cause more pain... more devastation... then anything else... because even if you survive... the knowledge that you got close to this person... that you befriended this person and gave him your feelings... and then they would stab you in the back..." |
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Post by nintendonut1 on Sept 2, 2011 0:40:14 GMT -5
"I know, I know..." Fletcher moved his hand down to rub King's back. "Many of us don't understand why he was quick to forgive. Why he blamed himself for something beyond his knowledge, beyond his control. But... maybe it isn't our place to understand. All we can do is either accept it or not."
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Post by Felix Falora on Sept 15, 2011 12:47:07 GMT -5
King shook his head. "I can't!" He calmed himself before speaking. He had to make sure he had least sounded somewhat rational. All hope wasn't totally lost after all. If he could not convert Fletcher to his way of thinking, he knew that much to be impossible, he could at least try to make the other see that he wasn't sane. "I can't think of any situation we cannot understand. That's what sets human beings apart from animals after all; the ability to reason and the desire to understand what's happening around them, so... the idea of not understanding, just accepting as someone you consider a friend goes and... it makes no sense to me. At all. I don't think it ever can." Well it's not like he had religious belief someone could pull up either. The man seemed dedicated to what made sense or what he could at least understand.
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