Digital Devil Saga - Argilla/Jinana
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kinkfestTitle: Falling Away With You
Author: RegicidalDwarf
Rating: Pg-13?
Warnings: Character death, and some spoilers. If you've gotten through the Solid's Citadel, you're good.
Word count: 510
A/N: I totally meant to post this on time, sorry. ^^; Time got away from me. Also the title of this story is from the Muse song, but it has no other relation to this story. I just was feeling uncreative. X-posted in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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“Your name…Tell me.”
“Argilla.”
You’re looking at me. No, that’s not right. You’re seeing me. There is a difference, though I don’t know what.
“Argilla. I accept your Tribe’s proposal. The Maribel will ally themselves with the Embryon.”
Why does it seem that you are speaking only to me? Why do I hear you speak and almost forget that I belong to the Embryon, not the Maribel, not to you? Why is my heart beating faster, why do I feel…I don’t know the words. I feel like…smiling. You say you will ally yourselves with us, and I want to…I don’t know. Is this being happy?
“Thank you…Such beautiful words.”
“Follow me.”
I will.
“Bat came squealing to us. Mick has probably devoured the Maribel’s leader by now.”
I know fear. This clenching in my stomach that is like a demon grabbing my inside and twisting, only the ache doesn’t stop, and I know it’s not really real. I feel cold, and then hot all through my body. I feel no remorse this battle, gladly killing those sent to stop us.
“Serph, we can’t leave Jinana. Let’s rescue her.”
I surprise myself with how calm my voice sounds. I want to run screaming to the front of the Citadel in demon form, and god help anyone – human or demon – that tries to stop me. I want to save you.
And then I see you again and you are hurt and you are being thrown and you are falling, are falling, are crashing to the ground with none of the grace I’ve seen, and the stones are cracking beneath you Jinana, how hard did you hit them?
“Jinana, are you…”
I can’t finish my thought, I don’t know what comes after that. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you leaving me already? I feel sick.
And the answer comes too soon, and it’s not the one I want to hear. You’re pushing me away, you’re telling me to go, but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t leave knowing that you’re losing yourself.
I will fight you if I must, but I will not leave.
”Jinana…”
You’re bleeding. I’m trying to stop the flow, but it’s turning my hand red and it won’t stop. My chest hurts like a knife is cutting deep, but there’s nothing there. We’re speaking, and I can barely hear the words. I’m babbling about Sera, about coming back to Base, but I don’t believe me even as I speak. I’ve seen too many battles and seen wounds like this too often to believe in any outcome other than the worst. My eyes feel hot, and water is coming out of them like the rain that falls on us.
“Your eyes…Those are…Those must be…tears…”
Yes, Jinana. I am crying. I am crying for you, as your eyes change and you fall away from me. I am crying for us, I am crying for this whole place as it dies slowly. Is this the world we have made? If I leave it, will I find you?
I hate this place.
Author: RegicidalDwarf
Rating: Pg-13?
Warnings: Character death, and some spoilers. If you've gotten through the Solid's Citadel, you're good.
Word count: 510
A/N: I totally meant to post this on time, sorry. ^^; Time got away from me. Also the title of this story is from the Muse song, but it has no other relation to this story. I just was feeling uncreative. X-posted in
regicidaldwarf2“Your name…Tell me.”
“Argilla.”
You’re looking at me. No, that’s not right. You’re seeing me. There is a difference, though I don’t know what.
“Argilla. I accept your Tribe’s proposal. The Maribel will ally themselves with the Embryon.”
Why does it seem that you are speaking only to me? Why do I hear you speak and almost forget that I belong to the Embryon, not the Maribel, not to you? Why is my heart beating faster, why do I feel…I don’t know the words. I feel like…smiling. You say you will ally yourselves with us, and I want to…I don’t know. Is this being happy?
“Thank you…Such beautiful words.”
“Follow me.”
I will.
“Bat came squealing to us. Mick has probably devoured the Maribel’s leader by now.”
I know fear. This clenching in my stomach that is like a demon grabbing my inside and twisting, only the ache doesn’t stop, and I know it’s not really real. I feel cold, and then hot all through my body. I feel no remorse this battle, gladly killing those sent to stop us.
“Serph, we can’t leave Jinana. Let’s rescue her.”
I surprise myself with how calm my voice sounds. I want to run screaming to the front of the Citadel in demon form, and god help anyone – human or demon – that tries to stop me. I want to save you.
And then I see you again and you are hurt and you are being thrown and you are falling, are falling, are crashing to the ground with none of the grace I’ve seen, and the stones are cracking beneath you Jinana, how hard did you hit them?
“Jinana, are you…”
I can’t finish my thought, I don’t know what comes after that. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you leaving me already? I feel sick.
And the answer comes too soon, and it’s not the one I want to hear. You’re pushing me away, you’re telling me to go, but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t leave knowing that you’re losing yourself.
I will fight you if I must, but I will not leave.
”Jinana…”
You’re bleeding. I’m trying to stop the flow, but it’s turning my hand red and it won’t stop. My chest hurts like a knife is cutting deep, but there’s nothing there. We’re speaking, and I can barely hear the words. I’m babbling about Sera, about coming back to Base, but I don’t believe me even as I speak. I’ve seen too many battles and seen wounds like this too often to believe in any outcome other than the worst. My eyes feel hot, and water is coming out of them like the rain that falls on us.
“Your eyes…Those are…Those must be…tears…”
Yes, Jinana. I am crying. I am crying for you, as your eyes change and you fall away from me. I am crying for us, I am crying for this whole place as it dies slowly. Is this the world we have made? If I leave it, will I find you?
I hate this place.
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