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Aerith Gainsborough ([personal profile] planetdialup) wrote2024-07-15 08:48 am
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-01 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Collins had gotten back to routine fairly quickly. In his mind, there was nothing to reconcile after the stint with the Otherworld and all its monsters. A bit of excitement was refreshing in an otherwise mundane bit of life. Like a job that proved to be more thrilling than expected, he had ended up rather joyful during the experience. If anything, he was almost disappointed to be going back to the dull existence aboard the ship.

He would be looking for or traveling to his next job were he back home. That would keep him busy through the rote points in life. The rest of his existence managed to be more lively or at least more entertaining as he performed one job after another to satisfy him.

He was at the library doing his job. Or rather, he had done a good bit of shelving books and now he was wondering the stacks almost aimlessly. It might be time for a new mystery novel to read or a book of poetry to brush up on. He considered his options.
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-01 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Collins turned towards the sound and saw the movement immediately. He reached for his hat to tip it at her in greeting in reaction to her wave. "Miss Aerith."

He smiled wryly at her enthusiasm. A part of him lit up automatically with the cheery nature displayed by the young woman, but the more critical part of him reminded himself that she was a witch magic user. His keen observant nature also picked up on her lack of staff fairly quickly as well. Curious.

"I do," he replied. "I like a good book that's hard ta put down. It passes tha time well." He looked around as he waved at the shelves of books around them. "I also work here," he added a little more dryly.

He tried not to match her enthusiasm as he moved onto the music but it was almost impossible for him not to get a little excited about the record selection.

"Tha music section is that direction," he waved a hand, "and there are, indeed, plenty of records from my time period as well as plenty of other musical selections and media formats."
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-01 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded. "Of course, I'd be delighted."

And, well, maybe he would be happy to give her recommendations. He certainly had plenty of books that he thought were entertaining amongst a range of genres and even had favorites amongst the more educational nonfiction materials.

"There are music players ta use here as well," Collins informed her. Look it him being all helpful and whatnot. He snorted softly at the idea but maintained a smile for her.

The expression didn't quite falter as she asked her question but his eyes did narrow briefly before he schooled his features once more. "Aye, I can." He doubted anyone would notice anyway. Not that he cared.

"And what's that ya want ta clear up?" he asked more warily.
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-01 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
The reaction to the shift in conversation was immediate and obvious. Collins stiffened and his expression went carefully neutral almost to the extent of cold. He could have happily ignored the topic forever but she had brought it forward and now there it was directly in front of him.

He could have walked away. The idea did strike him. But no one could call him cowardly if he met everything head-on.

"I don't see yer staff today," he noted almost casually except for the ice-cold undertone in his voice. Idly, he fiddled with his sleeve cuff to realign and straighten it. It kept his eyes away from her. "That's unwise."

He may not have known the full importance of the staff to her fighting prowess, but he had always seen it as a weapon by which to protect herself. Now it was missing. His words were meant as an underhanded threat as much as an observation of her vulnerability.

Though she could always call him on his bluff if she had found out about his restrictions by now. He could do nothing either way.

"Do you really want ta continue?"
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-08 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't like that. He didn't like the way she spoke to him. To him, it was a challenge and he was primed to meet it.

He stalked forward suddenly, swiftly closing the gap Aerith had carefully left between them, and engaged Aerith at an uncomfortably close range. It was a deliberate and purposeful maneuver that left her no personal space and, if she tried to step backwards away from him, he matched it with a step forward until there was nowhere left to go.

Pinning her, essentially, much like her white-coated assailants. Though he did not, for the moment, touch her. He used his presence instead to hound her.

"Oh, I remember."

His expression matched his tone: cold and harsh, the glint of sharpened steel in his eye and the hard edge lining his mouth. There was a spark, too, like the beginnings of a crescendo at the fringes of a musical piece waiting patiently for the right moment to hit for the remaining instruments to join in final swell.
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-08 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
His eyes were riveted to hers as he watched carefully. His favorite part was to watch the moment of death. The thin tone of a trill began to match the quickening of his heartbeat. It overrode his senses.

And yet there was a note out of place. The usual joy seemed dulled somehow. He couldn't quite comprehend what was wrong and that angered him. His face crumpled into one of rage.

A great horn bellowed in agony--or was it his frustrated yell ringing in his ears?--as he smashed a hand into the wall next to Aerith. He spotted it then: the flinch all along her body, the terrified trill of a flute panicking like a small bird, the tension in the body and fright in the eyes--and what would normally delight the wicked beast inside of him turned the music inside of him into a desperate plea that he had never heard before. The beautiful chords of the harp changed key and all the notes turned sharp and painfully forlorn. A flicker of confusion and hurt flashed through his eyes, unbidden.

Gone in an instant, his head tilted to one side as his eyes narrowed in furious cynicism. She was doing this to him. She was the cause of his music's distress. Her unhappiness was-

Collins grabbed at her wrist and squeezed it so hard he could feel the slight pressure slip into his own wrist, for he could not hurt her; she would only feel his hand a-hold of her but no pain from it.

"Don't," he warned angrily, but whether the ominous word was meant for her or to chide himself for his own folly was debatable.
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-08 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Her fright and confusion seeped into his music, instilling a resonant sadness to the piece that sunk into his chest deeper than he realized. Her stillness silenced the majority of instruments till only a discordant pair vied for dominance. The chilling howl of a wolf fought to overwhelm the cheery chirps of the songbird.

His grip on her wrist tightened until it threatened to leave a mark once released. He barely noticed though the pain was all on him.

"You are-"

He started to say but couldn't seem to find the words. His demeanor began to falter. The tightness in his jaw ached from his anger, but the piercing coldness of his eyes frayed around the edges.

Suddenly he let her go and turned completely from her, taking two steps away. In the movement, his other hand came forcefully around and beat into his own chest. Once, twice, quickly, painfully, in punishment. The music quieted to a low thrum, a holding note as the piece waited to shift to something different.

"You are nothing but trouble," he groused in defeat. And the low cello hummed softly beneath the airy flute as it tentatively tested its freedom.
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-08 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The low whine of the cello was mournful. Collins closed his eyes.

"Go on then," he said without turning back around to look at her. "I won't bother you again."

It was a hard promise to swallow but it was all that he had to give her. An assurance that he would steer clear.

He didn't realize how much it would hurt to see that look in her eyes. It had never mattered before. But then, he had never known his targets before either. They were meaningless marks to him. An animal he could fall in love with just enough to enjoy the hunt and then walk away satisfied. Aerith seemed...to be a different sort of animal. And much the way he felt after Trevor and Sheehan had shunned him for a time, Collins couldn't get over that strange feeling of wistfulness rather than satisfaction from a job well done.

It left the air cold and empty, his heartbeat slowed and languished since the music changed.
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-08 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
He startled at her touch, whipping around to stare at her for the unexpected contact. There was no anger anymore, just surprise that she was still here and talking to him.

He couldn't believe his ears. Aerith's words sounded suspiciously like an apology even if they were sharp and if his mother taught him anything it wasn't Aerith's behavior that required an apology. It was his.

Collins's shoulders slumped. His eyes searched hers for some sort of reasoning. There was something else in his eyes now, something that didn't befit the fierce hunter.

"You don't owe me anything," he said. He swallowed. "But I owe you a chance ta talk. I'll listen."
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-09 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Collins frowned at her question. There was an innate distaste brought on by the topic, but also a thoughtful look to him. Like the answer was one hard to convey.

He shook his head. "I don't mess with magic. But as far as I've seen, and I've seen a lot, it's an unnatural, unholy power begot from alien entities. Cultists worship these Old Ones as gods and gain these unnatural abilities from them. I've heard of tomes and items that grant unfathomable knowledge and seen rituals that summon awful beasts. There's always a price. It can be little as yer own misfortune or as heavy as tha sacrifice of life. And every caster I have ever met has suffered fer their spells ta be cast. Just recitin' tha language of these ancient entities can make a man go mad, never mind what happens once tha spell is cast or some foul beast is summoned into tha world."

He never joined a cult himself, but he certainly had worked for a cultist or two in his day. Sometimes unknowingly, other times realizing it and not caring enough to do anything about it. It was those kinds of people, after all, that had no qualms in hiring sorts like him.
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-09 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"It would certainly fit tha bill," he replied sullenly to her question. Cultists, witches, they were all insane for wanting anything from those foul entities.

He could do nothing but frown at what she told him of the magic of her world. So she did require items to cast her magic. That explained the lack of staff and why she was extra vulnerable without it. She had implied it made them even...far from it in truth since she was so weak physically. But the point remained she had done it on purpose and, possibly, as much as for him as any other reason. It made him huff in annoyance but if anything that was only to snuff out any other sentimental emotions that may have formed with the realization.

"But you can do harm with yer magic," he pointed out stubbornly. At this point he was struggling to argue with her but that was his nature. "You can perform unnatural phenomenon with it. And ya wield it as you see fit."
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Unconsciously, he began to rub at his wrist before it occurred to him what he was doing and he turned the gesture into a tug on his shirt sleeve as if to fix it's fit beneath his suit jacket. She had called him out and he knew she was right and fair to do so. He could do more damage with his hands than most people could manage with a weapon in theirs. He was not only trained but had years of experience and he enjoyed the act so much he'd definitely experimented over the years with his various targets.

That gave him joy. Today, when she looked at him, it almost felt like what he imagined guilt must be like to feel.

He huffed in annoyance but there she went again. Apologizing to him. After all his snarling and teeth-baring like a vicious wolf-like animal. He looked away as if in irritation. Truth be told, he couldn't stand that pained look in her eye. That couldn't be for him. She was just...she was just kind to everyone. It didn't matter.

"Don't go worryin' about that," he said and his voice was gruff from some underlying emotion that he was barking through with stubborn doggedness. "It was a one time happenstance. Ya won't see me doin' anything so foolish again."

The idea in his head was that it had been stupid for him to bother protecting her. That wasn't like him at all. He was a lone wolf and had no attachments. Such things were weaknesses and he didn't need them. He was content with his life as it was.

It would never happen again.

Yet when he looked back at her the stubborn set to his jaw faltered as the flute warbled plaintively at him. The glare that he had intended to pointedly fire at her died before he even had a chance to truly aim it. He swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat.

It was almost impossible not to sigh in a huff again. "Now don't go lookin' like that, petal. You'll ruin yer pretty little face with a look like that and there ain't no reason fer you ta over an old dog like this one." A beat passed. "You just do as you see fit in tha future. That's what yer here fer. I ain't got no say in what you wardens do anyway."
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[personal profile] onlyhearmusic 2024-09-16 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Collins's eyes dipped to watch Aerith's hand reach out to touch his arm, but he didn't make any move away. If anything he seemed to relax with the contact.

His eyes returned to hers. A retort formed on his tongue but before he could get it out she had continued in her faint voice. His chest constricted though he wasn't altogether certain what for. Maybe it was just another new line from the music. It was doing everything it could to confuse him today.

"I don't know about that, Miss Aerith." He said. He looked as though he considered saying more and then decided to keep his mouth shut after all.

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