21st step: Seeing the sky [video]

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[The feed clicks on to a view blurred by heavy rain. In the not-so-far background towers the wall of the Inner City. The figure that peers down at the PCD, shaking the device, is at first shadowed and difficult to make out. A few hard taps later, however, the view clears.

Saul grins at the camera. It's a bit of a shaky grin - he looks exhausted, underfed and somewhat battered, generally the worse for wear. But there's a scary sort of light in those eyes. He looks very pleased with himself.]

Ah - still working. Good, good.

[He chuckles very softly, glancing back at the wall, then again at the device.]

Well, then - doma Bao. I'll be seeing you, I believe.

[That said, Saul's hand drops to his side, affording a brief view of him standing, braced against a building wall, head tilted back and eyes and mouth open to the rain, before he starts moving - slow and stiff but purposeful - and the feed switches off.]



As my fortune holds... be here.

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[Somehow hearing it said in such frankness - as open as he thought either of them could be, considering - made things easier. She couldn't know, she had been dead at the time after all, but he remembered what it had been like not to know if she would know him when she woke or not. He remembered it - that unexplained, clenching anxiety that was simply not an emotion he had ever learned to live with. And he remembered, also, what it had been like to emerge back into the city and realize that his first thought had been that if she was not there... then his fortune must have broken.

All of it seemed floating and unimportant, now. He was here. She was here. They remembered. They - had changed, no doubt, but there would be time enough for that later. Slowly, he smiled.

Then, without a word, he shifted in the chair and leaned over to rest his head against her shoulder, the dirty gold of his hair falling over his face and his eyes closed. He had never needed anyone's comfort before and he did not need it now, no, but he enjoyed feeling that she was real and solid and present, and he took his joy where he could find it.]

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[She waited for a reply, somewhat patiently. It was hard to know what he would think of her almost giving up like that. There had been no logical reason to hope, and at times it had seemed like the Animus were driving the point home. Saul left, then Zexion, then Obito, and then Billy. The only person left she'd worked with was the one she now despised, Kurotsuchi.

But Saul's reaction erased the wondering. Carmen reached around him to hold him with one arm. It wasn't simply that she'd missed him. He was now secure if he did fall asleep, though. And he looked weary enough to. She pulled off her hat, setting it to the side, and let her own headrest against his.]

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[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

*Squeeing like a maniac*

I cannot for the life of me bring myself to break this amazing mental image. Um. Shall we do a morning after log or something? ^^

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[vile-queen.livejournal.com]

Ooh, yes, lets! :D

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[favorthebold.livejournal.com]

<3 Here or shall I set up something proper?

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[vile-queen.livejournal.com]

<3 :) Something proper would be neat.