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Lord Vaako (lord_vaako) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-26 16:49:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 9, lord vaako, severus snape

Who: Vaako and Snape
What: Trapped inside for the storm! Not that Vaako minds.
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Library
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

It had been an uncomfortable night, to say the least. Sure, he knew logically that Riddick couldn't kill him, but his face was still swollen and sore from where the other man had pounded the hell out of him. It was one thing to know something logically, anyway, and quite another to fully believe it. It was hard to sleep when you knew that the men in the bed a few small feet away would kill you, if he was able to.

Finally, he'd given up, and arisen from his bed. He'd found little rest there that night, but that was okay. Truth be told, he'd found something that aroused his interest far more than sleep did. Being a Necromonger meant that he had had little time for one thing that he truly loved. Now, since he was a commander without an army to lead, he suddenly had much more time to himself. Especially since his Lord Marshal didn't want to speak with him, let alone give him orders.

Well, if he was really free to do what he wanted, he would go back to what he had done for the majority of yesterday. It was before dawn, he could sense that as he rose and made his careful way to the bathroom. This constant dark Riddick kept their room in was going to cause him to hurt himself, he was certain of that. But it didn't happen this time, and soon he was ready to leave the room. He'd noticed, in the bathroom mirror, that the swelling in his face had gone down a little. Of course, just the sight of his bruised face reminded him of the danger he was in, and he put on his heavy plate armor and picked up his axe. Old habits die hard, after all. He noticed a sort of eerie calm about the place as he left, but thought nothing of it.

Back to the library, feeling somewhat guilty, he hurried. It was like he still felt he had to hide this, because who among the Necromonger armies would understand his love of reading? It still hadn't fully sunk in that he didn't have to be scared, that he could openly do whatever he wanted. Silently, despite his heavy armor, he slid through the library doors and made straight for the chair he'd been in for most of the previous day.

He made an odd sight, the man in the armor with the weapon close at hand, sitting comfortably in a chair. It got even stranger when he reached out and picked up a book, the same one he'd been lost in yesterday. It was an incongruous sight, the warrior reading, but there was no one to see. And if someone came in, well, he had nothing to be ashamed of, did he? He wasn't breaking any rules. No matter what it felt like.

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lord_vaako
2008-08-06 12:55 am UTC (link)

The dark haired man should have been at Snape's throat for his derogatory comments about the Necromonger army. He should have killed him just for that. Yet, he didn't move, he just sat there thinking, and it wasn't just because killing wasn't allowed here.

"No, that's not true. Underverse only will exist after all life has been converted or killed. Until then, there is no peace for any of us."

He didn't know why he was bothering to explain, and suddenly, he realized that it didn't really matter here. Like, really deep down realized what it meant. No one could be killed here. He could talk about his religion all he wanted, but it wouldn't mean anything. It was a sobering thought. He was the sort of person who thought long and hard about things, and only then came to a conclusion. This, he knew, would be the work of several nights to mull over in his head.

"The Dark Lord... funny, but it seems to me that you speak his title with a certain amount of reverence. I wonder, is it truly possible to leave something like this behind? Dark Lords, Lord Marshals... they are really the same, in the end. A powerful person who says they know better than you, but do they? That is the real question."

He sighed softly, and reached for his book. Odd, he'd never noticed how nice the pages felt between his fingers. Maybe because it had been years since he'd picked one up without the heavy gauntlets in the way. It made a difference.

"We can argue about this until the Underverse comes, but until I've had time to think, it won't do any good. It's been a... pleasure of sorts, actually, speaking with you. You have a perspective I've never considered before."

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severelyseverus
2008-08-06 09:20 am UTC (link)

Snape watched Vaako's warring feelings, as his anger conflicted with the sense he saw in his words. Snape, of course, knew he was right, and felt immense gratitude at any acceptance Vaako showed of his point of view. He did not expect the man to throw off his whole belief system right then and there, but he did think the correctness of his perspective should be immediately apparent.

"There is no peace because that's life. Merlin forbid our lives should be dull and peaceful. I agree with you that lordly authority figures are something we can do without, and this Planet is the place we can do that."

When the warrior picked up his book again, Snape could sense he was finished with the conversation. That was fine. Snape had given him much to think about. At least they were not finishing as enemies, which meant Snape could continue to enjoy the library.

"It has been a pleasure of sorts speaking with you, too. I thank you for considering my perspective."

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lord_vaako
2008-08-06 10:19 am UTC (link)

"Perhaps we will meet again. After all, we both seem to enjoy the library."

He smiled, the expression not one he usually used, but it was genuine nevertheless. And then, his hazel eyes were drawn back towards his book. It was surprising to him that he'd been able to hold off so long, but now that the conversation was over, he was not going to fight it anymore.

It was difficult to actually curl up with a book when you wore full plate armor, but somehow, he managed to give the impression he was doing just that. Soon, he was lost in Shakespeare's vision of Scotland once more.

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