Caspian Finn (crowisfear) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-01-31 10:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric draven, zz:status complete |
Circles (Eric/Eric Narrative)
Could you call it a stand off? Perhaps. But there wasn't a reason valid enough for what was happening to have such a title drawn about it. It wasn't as if either really could claim ownership of the place over the other. Neither really wanted it to begin with.
The hybrid beheld the sight before him, the phantom that stood at the exact same height, and just watched.
The phantom tilted his head just slightly as he beheld the other version of himself. What exactly had he become? A vampire. That was the obvious factor, but there was something else too. And how had he managed eve to succumb to the disease in the first place? Effie had tried biting him, and he didn't taste good. Like flat soda, he recalled. And he didn't bleed nor did his wounds stay open long enough to contract anything.
So the sight before him was curious indeed.
"How....?" The phantom began.
The hybrid grinned, "It's a long story."
A long story, and so many small details. And Macklyn. A lot of that had to do with Macklyn.
The phantom nodded, still a bit confused.
The hybrid approached slowly and paused when they were close together, the pair standing face-to-face within an arms reach. And Eric did reach. His fingers touched the phantom's hand and instantly the phantom was flooded with all of the story. Every detail and aspect. He was catching up.
The hybrid left nothing out, and when it was done he severed the connection and stepped back to give the other one of himself room to breathe and process.
Leeloo had mentioned "Ben". Now Eric knew Ben to be Macklyn. Their soul mate. But Shelly...? That made no sense and it made all the sense in the world.
Maybe that was why the phantom had felt so lost. He had yet to really claim his place at the side of the person whom he was destined to be with. He was disappointed that it wasn't Leeloo. Eric loved her dearly. Too much, in fact.
That was why Leeloo's scent was in the apartment. The hybrid could smell it. The walls were coated in her perfection, the floors and broken windows. Everything.
But this changed all of it. Changed it completely.
Bran rustled from its perch high on a ceiling beam where it sat next to the other one, the more alive one. That is your path.
That is your path. Follow it.