Zelgadis Greywars (_incurable) wrote in marinanova, @ 2012-12-01 00:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | saber, zelgadis greywars |
[Action | Closed]
[Three days.]
[It seems a long time, hours upon hours, ten thousand moments, a million stray thoughts. Long enough to learn a spell, or several; to read a stack of books (nine to be precise, with insomnia to thank). It’s time enough to drink two dozen cups of coffee, or travel a hundred miles to some long-forgotten tomb which just might contain the secret to your heart’s desire, and leave empty-handed. To leave the cinders of your old, shackled life behind and set off with a stranger and your first taste of freedom. To end the world, or save it.]
[Enough time to admit you were wrong.]
[Adjusting the small pack over his shoulder is more a factor of Zelgadis’ nerves than his strength, as he ascends the steps to the apartment he and Saber had, until recently, shared. The narrow corridor is different, somehow; the two score paces between stairwell and doormat that were each a battle when last he took their measure now pass fluidly. Hood and mask tucked neatly away, he arrives at the door just before lights out.]
[Knocking is a fleeting consideration, but no. The key in his pocket, unused for weeks, will tell his story better. This is no visit -- he’s coming home.]
[Home. Something he hadn’t known in years. Never had, really, with Rezo’s betrayal having tainted everything that Zelgadis had ever believed and known and loved, and later an endless landscape of slammed doors and dead-end quests. Home was a futile dream, some unfocused image of a perfect life that he could never have.]
[Three days spent in a windowless basement listing and rationalizing and worrying, and it was a casual musing, there and gone in a blink, that changed everything. A simple, almost thoughtless nostalgia, and the possibility that not every quest he undertakes is destined to leave him empty and aching and alone.]
[His lips turn up as the key does its work and he leaves the hall, the threshold, the world and all its uncertainties behind him.]
Saber?
[As it turns out, there’s one thing that can’t be done in three days’ time. It can’t be done in a month, or a year, can’t be confined by any calendar or measure known.]
[Giving your heart to someone deserving of it... that takes a lifetime.]
[Starting today.]
I'm home.