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[June 2, 2007][Shadow Hearts: Covenant] Rejections
Title: Rejections
Day/Theme: June 2, 2007 "When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things"
Series: Shadow Hearts: Covenant
Character/Pairing: Nicolai and two old friends
Rating: PG-13
Nicolai had flown once. A friend of his at the seminary had been an amateur pilot. Gianbattista's face remained clearly in his mind: broad chin, blackish brown hair, and narrow, brown eyes. He'd worn huge goggles that reminded Nicolai of insect eyes and a long, brown scarf that flapped in the wind. He was dead now. He'd gone down solo in a plane crash. Gianbattista had never seemed overconfident or reckless while flying. It showed just how narrow the tightrope was for a man who attained the skies. Truly he was putting his life in God's hands.
The death seemed less of a tragedy now. An Italian could've been an enemy in the war. An Italian priest who knew Nicolai's heritage, but thought it was a joke, could still be on the way to unraveling him.
He had made one other sort of friend at the seminary, but he too was now dead. Nicolai had trusted in this chestnut-haired young man and as the time for the enactment of his (and Rasputin's) plans drew near he had confided in him- his last act of childish sharing of secrets. Roland believed every word he said. And it terrified him. He rejected Nicolai. ...It had been easier when Gianbattista rejected the truth.
Roland ran from him and his dark plans. Nicolai had trusted Roland. He was surprised. He just stared as Roland went hoping to find someone who could put a stop to the whole mad plot. In his haste along the docks he was injured when a rope snapped and a crate suddenly dropped. When Nicolai visited him in the hospital he could not speak, yet when his blue eyes recognized the man before him they seemed to recoil in fear.
"Roland, don't be like that," he pleaded, "We're still friends, aren't we? I still love you. You're still my best friend."
Roland's ocean eyes grew clouded, but he remained tense. Nicolai knew they could never be the same again. He said nothing more, but gazed silently on the face of his injured friend. The others who came that day said his stare was positively eerie. Roland died during the night two days later, without having been able to reveal the plot to a single soul.
Day/Theme: June 2, 2007 "When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things"
Series: Shadow Hearts: Covenant
Character/Pairing: Nicolai and two old friends
Rating: PG-13
Nicolai had flown once. A friend of his at the seminary had been an amateur pilot. Gianbattista's face remained clearly in his mind: broad chin, blackish brown hair, and narrow, brown eyes. He'd worn huge goggles that reminded Nicolai of insect eyes and a long, brown scarf that flapped in the wind. He was dead now. He'd gone down solo in a plane crash. Gianbattista had never seemed overconfident or reckless while flying. It showed just how narrow the tightrope was for a man who attained the skies. Truly he was putting his life in God's hands.
The death seemed less of a tragedy now. An Italian could've been an enemy in the war. An Italian priest who knew Nicolai's heritage, but thought it was a joke, could still be on the way to unraveling him.
He had made one other sort of friend at the seminary, but he too was now dead. Nicolai had trusted in this chestnut-haired young man and as the time for the enactment of his (and Rasputin's) plans drew near he had confided in him- his last act of childish sharing of secrets. Roland believed every word he said. And it terrified him. He rejected Nicolai. ...It had been easier when Gianbattista rejected the truth.
Roland ran from him and his dark plans. Nicolai had trusted Roland. He was surprised. He just stared as Roland went hoping to find someone who could put a stop to the whole mad plot. In his haste along the docks he was injured when a rope snapped and a crate suddenly dropped. When Nicolai visited him in the hospital he could not speak, yet when his blue eyes recognized the man before him they seemed to recoil in fear.
"Roland, don't be like that," he pleaded, "We're still friends, aren't we? I still love you. You're still my best friend."
Roland's ocean eyes grew clouded, but he remained tense. Nicolai knew they could never be the same again. He said nothing more, but gazed silently on the face of his injured friend. The others who came that day said his stare was positively eerie. Roland died during the night two days later, without having been able to reveal the plot to a single soul.