> in which swords are hot

[bustinthewind.livejournal.com]

[ humans are frail, fragile creatures. Having killed many of them, Aria knows this well.

But Cecily had been different. Cecily had wielded her not to kill, but to protect, regardless of her original purpose.

Cecily had also been human, and humans did not live long compared to demon swords. Aria's slept since then, ensconced within her original form, but she's beginning to stir. Perhaps it's the knowledge of something new, monsters prowling about, the screams of people in the streets.

Or perhaps it's the proximity of something both alien and familiar.

Whatever it is, this elegant sword propped in several cracked rocks may seem innocuous, but the wind is slowly being drawn to it.

And there's a faint whisper that you may hear that accompanies it. ]

Am I alone again...?

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[bustinthewind.livejournal.com]

... Hm. [ cue her naming an impossibly old date. ]

[twilightofmen.livejournal.com]

[ He actually has to stop walking. For a moment, he stares at her, before quietly uttering the current year. ]

[bustinthewind.livejournal.com]

-- What?!

[ Aria isn't anywhere near as quiet. ] I was asleep for that long!?

[twilightofmen.livejournal.com]

Apparently. I'm sorry to have to be the one to break it to you.

[bustinthewind.livejournal.com]

... Ah. Don't apologize... it was inevitable, wasn't it?

[twilightofmen.livejournal.com]

Regardless, it's never easy to learn that everything you once knew is long gone.

[bustinthewind.livejournal.com]

I'm used to that.

[twilightofmen.livejournal.com]

[ he gives her a long look ]

Are you going to be all right?

[bustinthewind.livejournal.com]

Yes. [ with a smile. ] That's the only thing I can do right now, right?