cullingsong (cullingsong) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-03-01 11:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew moreau |
April 15
Abel and Andrew
Abel’s Cell
Early morning
Talking about Abel’s choice
Andrew may have been making a mistake, but it couldn’t matter much. The coven had been disbanded. Captured. Abel had brought about that downfall by doing the right thing.and this did seem a poor reward for an honorable choice. But what could they do? It couldn’t be overlooked, and Andrew had been the one to push the point that doing this thing halfway was worse than doing nothing. He felt he owed Abel a chance to speak off the record, as much as anything could be anymore.
He hadn’t asked Mel’s permission, but he didn’t think of it as a betrayal. If he had thought she would disapprove, he might not have gone at all, or he would have confronted her about it first, but as it was, this was one of those things she was probably happier not having to talk about.
The Sidhe guard let him into the cell itself, locking the door again behind him. Abel was stripped of his magic, and if that were not the case, bars would have meant nothing for Andrew’s safety should the warlock lash out. Physically, he’d always had the upper hand, even when Abel wasn’t grief-stricken. The visit may at first have seemed something else. A chance to rub in a victory. The battle between them had always been just beneath the surface, and on occasion things had not been veiled at all. They had come to a point where they could respect one another, but they had never really liked one another. There was just too much between them from the start.
And all of it, the alliance and the rivalry, revolved around the same thing.
Her.
“She can’t keep putting this off forever. You need to make a choice, Abel.”