Ishiah (
priorcommitment) wrote2012-02-03 04:02 pm
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in the east, the gray-green lines
When he sits at the edge of the dock and the tides have risen as much as they do now, the water manages to lap against Ishiah's ankles, the slope of his shoulders uncharacteristically hunched as he stares off into the distance. The bright chirping of birds has faded into the gentle buzz of insects in the distance, hopping from one blade of grass to the next, and Ishiah appreciates the scene just as he does everything else on the island, with an objective eye and an aching heart. It isn't enough to stop him, nor to throw off the tasks which he dutifully fulfills by the day. It isn't enough to drive him mad for the want of home.
But on the rare occasions that it crosses his mind to ask himself whether or not he's happy, the answer doesn't always seem to be so positive of one.
A pair of footsteps sound in the distance, and Ishiah, finding himself curious, glances over his shoulder to spot a young man headed in this direction, to the edge of the dock. He doesn't suspect that the young man is here for him, but instead likely just seeking the very same thing Ishiah is. A momentary period of solace.
He nods in greeting, a thin smile on his lips.
But on the rare occasions that it crosses his mind to ask himself whether or not he's happy, the answer doesn't always seem to be so positive of one.
A pair of footsteps sound in the distance, and Ishiah, finding himself curious, glances over his shoulder to spot a young man headed in this direction, to the edge of the dock. He doesn't suspect that the young man is here for him, but instead likely just seeking the very same thing Ishiah is. A momentary period of solace.
He nods in greeting, a thin smile on his lips.
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"It may be a slow process," he says instead, turning to take them on the nearest path. "But you shouldn't rush it. You'll get caught in your own emotions. I'm no expert, but I wouldn't be surprised if it caused you to block yourself."
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"A bar where anyone who promised to do no harm to others could drink at will. I would offer them protection. Perhaps more interestingly, I was not human prior to arriving here. I was what is called a peri."
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What happens on the day that he finds an exception?
"A former angel," he says, keeping it brief. "Retired, not fallen."
Sometimes, he wonders whether or not word's gotten out to Caliban, and whether or not the boy even chooses to believe it.
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He genuinely believes this because if Ishiah tells him so, he doesn't really have cause to doubt -- that, and it's not like he knows what the world ought to be like.
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But he can readily admit that it is unique.
"I wouldn't call it peace so much as a cease-fire," he adds. "Once they step outside of the boundary of the city, it's no holds barred."
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"Maybe," he sighs, shaking his head. "I have no idea."
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"Don't push yourself too much," he adds quietly. "The memories may come back in time, but the last thing that we would want is for imagination to take its place under pressure."
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"Try me," he says, eyes narrowing, less in challenge and more in curiosity. "You might be surprised."
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"The greater question is who I want to be, something that I am still in the process of discovering, and I have little problem taking that road at my own pace. Perhaps that's what you should ask yourself, rather than assuming that you ought force yourself into whoever fate had intended you to be."
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"And what does she know about you?" he asks, trying to see if such is the case. "She does recognize you, yes?"
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This is awkward, being that it's personal information and he doesn't know this man. "I'm not sure I should divulge. What she told me was between the two of us."
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He turns to face forward again, keeping their pace relatively slow and measured.
"I won't press, either way."
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