lastnightmare | [Log - Who's there?]

[Log - Who's there?]

Angelo closed his eyes and concentrated as the magic bloomed and wove it's way from his concentration into reality. His bookshelves often became damaged by the heavy volumes containing memories of nightmares which had habit of sinking into the wood. Library maintenance was not his favourite thing, in fact it was exasperating and exhausting both but that was the last of it over with. He sighed as the cool breeze from the night outdoors blew in through the window and tussled his hair and blew out several of his candles. It felt like somebody was in the room along with that breeze but the Memory Keeper didn't look around. He was calmer these days about intruders, being that it was usually the Reaper. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

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"Are you all right?"

"Yeah," Evil replied, flashing a wide grin that looked perfectly natural. "What could be wrong?"

His eyes started to wander, as they often did. He found it hard not to just let his eyes dance around most places, finding it hard to ground himself in the outside world and the one inside his head.

"Jus' kinda thought its been a while since I like... checked on how shit was goin' your end, ya know?"

"You... Came to visit me?" Angelo confirmed, pleasantly touched. Of course Evil's smile was the professional kind that didn't cause him concern, but there was something in the Force's tone that gave Angelo pause. He would attempt to be tentative though, Evil was his friend after all, he deserved the best treatment.

"I'm very happy to see you."

"Oh yeah?" Evil looked back to Angelo and grinned, "Not often people are, ya know?"

His hands squirmed into his pockets and Evil's eyes shifted back across the bookcases. A deeper version of his own voice sounded off in his head, [I must star in so many of those wonderful tomes.]

Evil shook his head, "So, yeah. Figured like... I should make sure ya okay though. Cos like... eternity drags on, ya know? Specially when you lose things." He bit down on his lip, hating the awkwardness but unable to make his words smoother.

"Ah..." Angelo gave a slow and understanding nod. "Has it really been that long since we last saw each other?" He shook his head slowly. Had evil even met Death and he's daughter? He felt quite guilty for that, but he took solace in the fact that the time was multiplied more than sixty times over for him. It had been less time for Evil than it had for Angelo.

"You've been without my vegetable garden all this time as well. I suppose you're hungry?"

Evil's head tilted to one side, "Probably a while... time doesn't mean much, ya know? Suppose Death's got like a few of your veg snacks in his place though, so... maybe not that long."

[Boring, Less Half. Very boring. Tedious to a man such as this.]

Evil turned his head to one side, looking at a shelf that housed only one book. "So ya been keepin' all right, dude?"

"Thanks to your friend, yes." Angelo smiled, moving forward to lay a friendly hand on Evils shoulder and rub him there gently. He wasn't usually one for physical contact but with Evil, once again, he felt the need.

"He's a very attentive man. But don't tell him I said that."

"Yeah. He's great." Evil felt a worm of jealousy squirming inside him, but he sighed and pushed it back. "He's always been great, ya know?"

"I wouldn't go that far." He rolled his eyes. Behind him the back doors of the library opened to let in the fragrant breeze of the garden.

"Shall we go outside?" He asked gently. "The weather's gotten nice since you arrived. We could dig some "snacks" up for you."

[Isn't it nice that its always about you, Brother?]

"Yeah," Evil muttered, not aware that his emotionless reply to his Other-Half had come from his mouth.

Evil's turned his head towards the doorway, his eyes not seeing it momentarily but finally focusing on it, on the orange sky beyond and the lush greenery. It was a nice ever-enrichened garden, practical as it was beautiful.

"Yeah," he repeated, louder that time, intended for Angelo. "That would be great."

"After you." Angelo motioned to the door, waiting for the Force to go ahead. Despite his happiness to see him, he was tentatively aware that Evil as always was quite fragile.

It was difficult to make conversation with him that would be acceptable. He had already mentioned Death, something he regretted since he knew the Force had unresolved feelings for his husband. He could not mentioned their daughter, because the other Evil was no allowed to know that Death had another child.

"So..." He began, strolling outdoors. "Have you filled your room to bursting point yet?"

"Naw," Evil grinned so automatically he didn't even feel it on his face. "Stuff rots and decomposes, ya know? Cept us."

[He's tense, don't you think that Brother? Tense about something. Awkward and highly strung. Let's restring him.]

Evil rubbed his cheek marking with his fingertip, wishing he had some pain killers. He tried to ignore his Other Half's words, tried to remind himself that Angelo was awkward in that old-man fashion at the best of times.

His Other Half was the observant one though, so perhaps he had a point.

"Catch," Angelo smiled, picking a large orange from a nearby tree and throwing it toward Evil. It was good for the Force to have something to do with his hands.

[You're going to get Us hurt if you don't wake up.]

"Huh?" Evil blinked out of his thoughts and automatically snapped up his hand - or was it Him? - and grabbed the fruit out of the air. He glanced at it a moment and then caught up with the world outside of his head.

With a grin, he started peeling the fruit. "Gear. Great. Thanks, dude."

Dropping the peel to the ground - it would just become compost, right? - Evil attempted to find his original point. Not an easy thing when he didn't really know why he had come by. "Ya seem happier than ya used to."

"Oh dear." Angelo smirked. "Well, I suppose being that you are rather observant, this is not too bad a thing." He considers. He has not seen Evil properly for a few million years. Things had certainly changed for him since then. But had they changed much for his friend?

"You seem the same. Are you? ... The same?"

"Yeah, same as ever, ya know. Nothin' much changes about me." Evil broke off a segment of orange with his left hand, some acidic juice tracing over his knuckles as he squeezed the fruit a little too hard.

"Ya were bein' sarcastic about the observant thing, right?"

"No, I wasn't." Angelo smiled, but his heart ached in pity for Evil. He was right, nothing much ever changed for him, he was still trapped with a madman who he needed to live. The was no asylum that could ever come. He had still lost his children in the most sadistic manner. The thought of it made Angelo's blood boil.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure what to talk about." He was honest. He didn't want to talk about Death, he couldn't talk about children, that didn't seam fair. What was there? His garden? Evil had already seen it...

"D-do you like the look of the garden now? There are some new editions."

Evil looked out beyond and around the garden slowly trying to take in everything around him. Trying to ignore the commentary in his mind, trying to keep his eyes from flitting away from things too quickly that he couldn't really see them.

"It looks good... alive like. What's new though?"

"Well, there's the cocoa, over to the west side." Angelo nodded toward the plants his brother had tricked him into growing. "Thanatos' family all have a sweet tooth. So they were a must."

He walked a few more steps, wondering if he should also point out the new flowers that his daughter had laid down.

Renaissance's presence was there, fluttering by on the breeze like loose petals begging to be noticed.

"Tha's cool."

The flowerbed caught Evil's eye, so small and perfect as it was. It reminded him of his daughter - the one who had lived for a while. She had been blind, but somehow had been able to grow a little flower-garden which had been beautiful. Full of fresh green leaves and perfect white flowers.

Of course, now Ecstasy was gone and the flowerbed was just grass.

[Isn't that strange, Brother Half? For a man like Angelo to have part of his garden like this?]

"Like this?" Evil murmured, his words mostly slurred and lost. He crouched by the flowerbed, looking at it more closely. "This is cute..."

[Like a girl made it, not a gardener.]

"Hmn?" Angelo smiled. "Yes, it is very cute. One of my ammeter pupils made it." He admitted, leaving out the truth expertly and without missing a beat. This was Angelo after all, if he was going to lie, or not as he would have it, he would do it flawlessly.

"Death doesn't teach any more, but I find myself bothered by children on moccasin."

So much for avoiding that subject. he hoped Evil wouldn't mind.

[Amateur, is it?]

The Other Evil slithered around in his mind laughing piercingly as if that simple word had been the greatest of jokes.

The vibrancy of his Other Half caused Evil a momentary twitch, shaking his head and rubbing his temple. Then he receded totally, leaving Evil's mind feeling empty and silent.

He slowly dropped his hand from his head, staring still at the flowers trying to cope with only have his own thoughts again.

"Yeah... I remember Death teachin' the kids... Mine weren't great at it."

Angelo's eyes softened at the mention of Evils children. Precisely the subject he had been trying to avoid, but perhaps it was best to let the other man talk about it.

"I am sure they had other talents. One's more akin to your own."

"Eros was too much like me, ya know? That's how come he spilt into two and we got Echo. Suppose its better for 'em not to be around."

Evil shrugged, absently stroking his nails back and forth over his marked hand. His right hand still held most of the orange.

"Ecstasy was nothin' like me, lucky her. Kinda. I suppose."

Evil pulled himself up from where he crouched, grinning. "So I guess if ya not got much to say, I should let ya get back to work, right?"

"If you like." Angelo smiled, wishing he had something to occupy Evils other hand.

"Or we could just... Share a comfortable silence whilst picking fruit?"

As he suggested it, he realised that he would like that very much should Evil say yes.

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