seven kings the kingdom of dreams the silver tower death solo the tower of the voice
Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 7:59 am
tales from the red kingdom
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 8:01 am
oh look i finally get to post this solo i wrote two years ago that desperately needs to be edited now hi
Maybe the talk he'd had with Levi had summoned the fragment, or maybe it was all a rather convenient coincidence, but that night, West awoke in a kingdom of red. Most of what he could see at any given second was little more than a sheet of grey... no... silver, but the glimpses he did catch of this world of destruction had so obviously sprung from the baku's mind that he knew it for what it was almost immediately. He also knew what he would find here, or rather, who.
"Where are ya, ********' exhibitionist a*****e?"
Big words. Well, one big one.
West turned, shooting to his feet more quickly than he could have in the waking world. The first thing he saw was a flash of bright color, far brighter than the rest of this place. It was a familiar shade, the same one he saw every day, only there was a lot more of it than he was used to. Everywhere. Did he really look like that?
"She thought you'd be here already. What took y'so long?"
I was... looking around. I might have gotten lost. There's so much to see. He rubbed at his jaw, his eyes unfocused as he looked past West. When he spoke, his mouth didn't move. How long did I take?
West hesitated. He didn't really know how to answer that. He'd been a little too busy taking advantage of his ghoulfriend's distress by trying to get into her pants to actually ask her how long she'd been awake. Was that guilt he was feeling? Yes, it might have been. The demon fake-coughed into his hand, scratching at his chin in almost the same way as his double, at least until he realized what he was doing.
"Longer than she said y'would." There. That would have to do.
She? Oh, yes. The queen. The fragment's lips spread in a true grin, one that lacked the sarcastic malice that would have colored West's.
"What're y'smilin' about?"
Nothing. He didn't look worried.
West stared, his head tilting slightly to one side. He was used to people looking worried when he said things in that tone. This was weird.
"This is weird. You're weird."
Apparently, I'm you. I don't know if I want to be you now that I've seen you. Although, I suppose I could put up with it if I had the Phoe—Levi too.
"If you had her? I don't..." He sighed. "Look, man, we shouldn't be talkin' 'bout Levi if y'dun want me gettin' pissed atcha."
You seem... perpetually... pissed.
"Big words." West smirked at his double. His double smirked back. Bro bonding didn't last for long.
She kissed me, you know.
It was the quickest he had moved yet. One second West was standing in the grass smirking, the next he had the fragment braced up against one of Xiu's fancy pillars, handfuls of that ridiculously ostentatious coat balled in his fists. His wings flared out behind him, the feathers bristling, though he couldn't recall having summoned them.
"Don't LIE!"
I'm not.
"What happens if I kill you, huh? Where d'you an' yer ********' magical hair go then?" West pulled his hands back and slammed the other him into the pillar again.
The fragment shrugged as well as he could manage.
"An' why aren't y'scared?" Another slam.
I'm fascinated. You have wings? He blinked, his wide-eyed gaze slowly shifting from West's wings to his face. Besides, what could you really do to me now anyway?
West's grip loosened. "What do you want?"
I don't want to be forgotten. I wish I had told her that.
West looked down at his feet as he backed away from the fragment completely. "What happens if I don't kill ya?"
I don't know.
"Is there a way y'could... come in here?" He tapped at his temple. "She seemed t'want me t'remember."
Who brought her up this time?
"Youuuu... did?"
Shut up.
The fragment sighed in the boil's mind. I could try, I suppose? It's worth a shot. He ran his hands down his lapels, smoothing the wrinkles left behind. When he was done, he stared at West for a very long time. The demon tried not to fidget. She cares for you very much, he eventually said. Don't ******** it up.
His double's hand reached forward and before West could object or ask him what in the hell he was talking about, the world went white.
He was falling. A sharp spike of fear erupted in his stomach, but it was gone as soon as it had come. There were numbers on his arm, then a strange little flower, then smooth, pale burns. His fingers were black.
He looked up. Fireworks. He felt a surge of pride at the sight of them, stronger than his fear of falling. They were his children, each one special, each one unique. They brought such joy. He heard an old man's laughter, but when he turned to look, there was no one there.
He saw Levi—the Phoenix—resplendent in red and gold, her long hair piled high in the style of the court. She entered the stall like she owned the place, which he supposed she did in a way, and he felt a third overpowering emotion, harder to place. He saw Levi. She wasn't the Phoenix anymore, but he still felt the same. The kiss didn't help. Neither did...
I love yew.
West bit back a shout as he awoke, dizzy and disoriented, with the strangest urge to make himself a cup of tea. He was alone. Kind of.
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