Post by TruthxLiesxMagic on Jan 24, 2008 22:50:10 GMT
Title: A Secret Worth Keeping
Rating: Probably going to end up T, but nothing more unless the muses get out of control
Summary: All monks are expected to be dedicated to their religion and their religion only. So when Seem and Jak realise they have the biggest secret of them all in their midst, they must decide whether or not to keep it.
Notes: 'Kay, so... I've has this idea for freaking ages, and I decided to do something with it. The characters are being stubborn, which is why Seem is somewhat OOC. Hope it doesn't make you shudder.
Prologue ~ Dreaming Of Angels
Seem yawned deeply, a pale hand over her mouth, glad that she was alone in her rooms, so that nobody could see her like this – namely, tired out, out of her armour and usual heavy clothing, in favour of lighter garments, with her hair falling over her shoulders, basically relaxing, and above all alone.
A hand rested on her shoulder, squeezing it gently.
"Even you need sleep, you know."
Well… almost alone.
The monk smiled and turned her head to face the blonde Wastelander, who was looking at her concernedly.
"Really, Mar, I am fine." She insisted, and gestured to the papers laid out before her on the desk. "I just need to finish this."
Seem felt a twinge of suspicion when Jak's expression became – for a split-second – devious, and then innocent. In a single, sweeping motion the blonde leant over, paced his arms firmly around the young monk, and lifted her.
"Mar!" Seem all but screeched, struggling futilely against the hold Jak had on her. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Well, you said yourself that I can only stay so late without raising suspicion, and I'm not leaving until I know you're actually going to sleep tonight." Jak replied in an innocent tone, shifted Seem in his arms so that he was carrying her in a more comfortable position. Seem sniffed and looked away, crossing her arms in what she knew was a very childish manner, yet not being able to refrain from making the gesture.
"I am not a child, and do not need to be treated as such." She declared, still not looking at the Wastelander. The monk didn't even need to look at Jak to know what expression he was making. Jak carried her through into her bedroom and deposited her gently onto her bed, kissing her cheek playfully.
"Sweet dreams." He murmured into his lover's ear. Seem couldn't keep up her act of anger any longer, and smiled.
"And you." She replied softly.
"Promise you'll actually sleep, and not just creep back into the study once I'm gone?" Jak asked, hands on hips in what Seem supposed was meant to be a stern pose, though the effect was ruined by the large grin on Jak's face.
"I wouldn't do that." She sniffed.
"I know." Jak responded softly, kissing her once again, properly this time. Seem felt her heart skip a beat, as it did every time they kissed. The feeling was just so… perfect. Something she knew she didn't deserve. Yet she had this love, fragile and forbidden as it was, and she would protect it with every fibre of her being. The monk reached up and interlocked her fingers together behind Jak's tanned neck. Surely it was impossible for heaven to be sweeter than this…
Jak broke the kiss, and turned to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon." He said on the way out. "Sig wants me to clear out some Metal Heads in the morning."
"Be careful." Seem replied automatically, even though she knew that the Metal Heads would pose no threat to Jak's skills.
"Aren't I always?" Jak smirked. Seem narrowed her eyes.
"No. In fact, I'm quite sure you go out of your way to get into danger."
"I do not!"
"That's what it feels like sometimes."
"You know I wouldn't do something that would get me killed, right Seem?" Jak asked, his voice serious, and holding a trace of something Seem couldn't quite identify.
"I…" She sighed. "Just… Just be careful, Mar."
"I always am." With that, Jak crossed to the large wooden door that led out of her rooms, said one final goodnight, and exited. Seem watched the door for a few moments before sighing softly, laying down properly, and pulling her sheets over her pale body. Moonlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the young monk.
It wasn't long before she dreamt.
The world was black at first glance, yet after a few moments spots of colour burned all around, like the effect of looking at the sun through closed eyes. Voices swirled around the void, mingled with cries of pain. Only snatches of words and sentences could be caught.
"-Breathe-"
"-She's going-"
"Why?"
"Hold on! Hold on, damn it!"
A blast of white light engulfed the void. Seem tried to scream, but she had no voice. No voice, no eyes, no senses at all… All she could do was fall and fall and fall…
An angel. An angel with large, almost tentacle-like wings, its entire body glowing with a calming blue aura that seemed to expand and engulf their surroundings, caught her, held her, allowed her to weep into its chest, though why she did she did not know. A hand, cooler than normal, stroked her hair and lips – also holding an unnatural chill that wasn't at all unpleasant – grazed her forehead. A voice familiar as her own, yet as strange as a stranger's filled her ears, beautiful and echoing.
"I'll always be with you…" It promised, and Seem felt the truth of those words echo in her heart. "But only if you fight…"
"Why? Who are you?"
"…Remember…"
"Remember what?" A feeling of intense fear wrapped itself around the monk, gripping her heart in a hold as cold as steel. "Who are you?"
"Remember…" The light from the angel began to fade, its voice weakened, its hold on her diminishing by the second. Seem tried to tighten her own grip on its clothing, some force assuring her that she needed to hear the words it would speak.
"Remember…" The angel glanced around, suddenly fearful. Then it began to speak rapidly in hushed tones, in the earliest form of Precursor that Seem had ever heard. Most of the words made no sense to her – whether because the angel was tripping over the pronunciation in its hurry to speak the message, or because she simply knew little of the language, Seem did not know. All she could grasp was one word, repeated over and over again, like a mantra. Yvailla.
"Who are you?" Seem tried one last time, when the angel finished, her words filled with the desperation that clutched her. The angel glanced around fearfully, its expression and stance expression what its blank eyes could not.
"When you need me, I will always be there." It replied finally, pulling the young monk close, as if afraid she would disappear. "No matter where you are…"
Seem bolted upright, her chest heaving as if she'd been running for her life. For a few heart-stopping moments, she had absolutely no idea where she was, having become used to the angel and the abyss. Gasping the young monk mentally berated herself for letting the dream get to her so easily. It was hardly unknown for her to have visions whilst she slept… but she had never had one that concerned herself before. Perhaps that was why it had affected her so deeply. Seem grasped the sheets in her fists. Yes, that had to be it. That was all it could be.
…So why did it so disturb her?
Rating: Probably going to end up T, but nothing more unless the muses get out of control
Summary: All monks are expected to be dedicated to their religion and their religion only. So when Seem and Jak realise they have the biggest secret of them all in their midst, they must decide whether or not to keep it.
Notes: 'Kay, so... I've has this idea for freaking ages, and I decided to do something with it. The characters are being stubborn, which is why Seem is somewhat OOC. Hope it doesn't make you shudder.
Prologue ~ Dreaming Of Angels
Seem yawned deeply, a pale hand over her mouth, glad that she was alone in her rooms, so that nobody could see her like this – namely, tired out, out of her armour and usual heavy clothing, in favour of lighter garments, with her hair falling over her shoulders, basically relaxing, and above all alone.
A hand rested on her shoulder, squeezing it gently.
"Even you need sleep, you know."
Well… almost alone.
The monk smiled and turned her head to face the blonde Wastelander, who was looking at her concernedly.
"Really, Mar, I am fine." She insisted, and gestured to the papers laid out before her on the desk. "I just need to finish this."
Seem felt a twinge of suspicion when Jak's expression became – for a split-second – devious, and then innocent. In a single, sweeping motion the blonde leant over, paced his arms firmly around the young monk, and lifted her.
"Mar!" Seem all but screeched, struggling futilely against the hold Jak had on her. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Well, you said yourself that I can only stay so late without raising suspicion, and I'm not leaving until I know you're actually going to sleep tonight." Jak replied in an innocent tone, shifted Seem in his arms so that he was carrying her in a more comfortable position. Seem sniffed and looked away, crossing her arms in what she knew was a very childish manner, yet not being able to refrain from making the gesture.
"I am not a child, and do not need to be treated as such." She declared, still not looking at the Wastelander. The monk didn't even need to look at Jak to know what expression he was making. Jak carried her through into her bedroom and deposited her gently onto her bed, kissing her cheek playfully.
"Sweet dreams." He murmured into his lover's ear. Seem couldn't keep up her act of anger any longer, and smiled.
"And you." She replied softly.
"Promise you'll actually sleep, and not just creep back into the study once I'm gone?" Jak asked, hands on hips in what Seem supposed was meant to be a stern pose, though the effect was ruined by the large grin on Jak's face.
"I wouldn't do that." She sniffed.
"I know." Jak responded softly, kissing her once again, properly this time. Seem felt her heart skip a beat, as it did every time they kissed. The feeling was just so… perfect. Something she knew she didn't deserve. Yet she had this love, fragile and forbidden as it was, and she would protect it with every fibre of her being. The monk reached up and interlocked her fingers together behind Jak's tanned neck. Surely it was impossible for heaven to be sweeter than this…
Jak broke the kiss, and turned to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon." He said on the way out. "Sig wants me to clear out some Metal Heads in the morning."
"Be careful." Seem replied automatically, even though she knew that the Metal Heads would pose no threat to Jak's skills.
"Aren't I always?" Jak smirked. Seem narrowed her eyes.
"No. In fact, I'm quite sure you go out of your way to get into danger."
"I do not!"
"That's what it feels like sometimes."
"You know I wouldn't do something that would get me killed, right Seem?" Jak asked, his voice serious, and holding a trace of something Seem couldn't quite identify.
"I…" She sighed. "Just… Just be careful, Mar."
"I always am." With that, Jak crossed to the large wooden door that led out of her rooms, said one final goodnight, and exited. Seem watched the door for a few moments before sighing softly, laying down properly, and pulling her sheets over her pale body. Moonlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the young monk.
It wasn't long before she dreamt.
The world was black at first glance, yet after a few moments spots of colour burned all around, like the effect of looking at the sun through closed eyes. Voices swirled around the void, mingled with cries of pain. Only snatches of words and sentences could be caught.
"-Breathe-"
"-She's going-"
"Why?"
"Hold on! Hold on, damn it!"
A blast of white light engulfed the void. Seem tried to scream, but she had no voice. No voice, no eyes, no senses at all… All she could do was fall and fall and fall…
An angel. An angel with large, almost tentacle-like wings, its entire body glowing with a calming blue aura that seemed to expand and engulf their surroundings, caught her, held her, allowed her to weep into its chest, though why she did she did not know. A hand, cooler than normal, stroked her hair and lips – also holding an unnatural chill that wasn't at all unpleasant – grazed her forehead. A voice familiar as her own, yet as strange as a stranger's filled her ears, beautiful and echoing.
"I'll always be with you…" It promised, and Seem felt the truth of those words echo in her heart. "But only if you fight…"
"Why? Who are you?"
"…Remember…"
"Remember what?" A feeling of intense fear wrapped itself around the monk, gripping her heart in a hold as cold as steel. "Who are you?"
"Remember…" The light from the angel began to fade, its voice weakened, its hold on her diminishing by the second. Seem tried to tighten her own grip on its clothing, some force assuring her that she needed to hear the words it would speak.
"Remember…" The angel glanced around, suddenly fearful. Then it began to speak rapidly in hushed tones, in the earliest form of Precursor that Seem had ever heard. Most of the words made no sense to her – whether because the angel was tripping over the pronunciation in its hurry to speak the message, or because she simply knew little of the language, Seem did not know. All she could grasp was one word, repeated over and over again, like a mantra. Yvailla.
"Who are you?" Seem tried one last time, when the angel finished, her words filled with the desperation that clutched her. The angel glanced around fearfully, its expression and stance expression what its blank eyes could not.
"When you need me, I will always be there." It replied finally, pulling the young monk close, as if afraid she would disappear. "No matter where you are…"
Seem bolted upright, her chest heaving as if she'd been running for her life. For a few heart-stopping moments, she had absolutely no idea where she was, having become used to the angel and the abyss. Gasping the young monk mentally berated herself for letting the dream get to her so easily. It was hardly unknown for her to have visions whilst she slept… but she had never had one that concerned herself before. Perhaps that was why it had affected her so deeply. Seem grasped the sheets in her fists. Yes, that had to be it. That was all it could be.
…So why did it so disturb her?
