Post by eramemory on Aug 26, 2009 8:07:46 GMT -5
((I don't even know where the hell is taht supposed to be, but since the topic is about to come to an epilogue I guess let's just keep it here still for now.))
Era didn't say a word, but nodded his thanks. He opened the wooden sliding door and let the Captain out, before following through and recliaming his staff. Really, he would've liked to run a check over it once to make sure no one had tampered with it, but since th Captain was in the vicinity and he was still a man that wasn't to be trusted, perhaps unsheathing a sword wasn't such a bright idea.
Impulse...and desire... Era pondered over these two words. He wasn't like that; or rather, he was exactly like that, which diffrentiated him so greatly from the rest. His inner Hollow wasn't a seperate identity of him; it was a formless, thoughtless shape inside of him; a sign that he wasn't a Shinigami inflicted with a Hollow's powers. He was truly a Vizard now; Hollow and Shinigami as one. There was no darkness, as there was no light. It was only a lonely road as the middleman for him. How long would he have to crawl to reach his destination? He didn't know. What did it took for one such as him to live? He didn't care. For now, Era just wanted nothing more than to live this life the way it was, as it is...
(fast forward to grvaes)
***
It was drizzling.
The light rain tapped on the roof of the little monuments erected before him, housing tablets and inscriptions of legends long gone. They had only meaning for the living, since Death Reapers knew what it emant for them to die; their soul would truly fade into oblivion. There was nothing to worship but past memories here.
Still, Era couldn't help but feel... no, there was no word to describe the churnign in his chest. Rain beat down on him, wetting his hair, travelling in large beads down his body through the seep in his hakama, but he barely batted an eye. Behind, an subordinate was holding up a wooden bamboo umbrella for the captain, the raindrops playing a nice rhythm over the soft wood.
There was no joss stick to offer. There was no one to pray to. But still the young ex-Shinigami stood there, a void in his heart, watching the graves of fallen swordsmen with eyes dark and mournful... soulful. He didnt say anything. Surely , those people he knew... their names would be inscribed here somewhere? Era's eyes travelled across the many tablets, but there was none he could see that he recognised. But they were there. Surely.
After a full minute of silence, he bowed, low and respectful before turning back to the captain, dripping wet.
"...I guess that's it, then. It should be time for me to depart. ...If you ever need me... well, I'm not sure I have a contact to offer, so let's leave that to the fates." The boy smiled faintly, as he said his final few words with the Head-Captain.
