|| the experience of survival is the key ||

Lord Rosiel.

You have returned.

Ms. Sutcliff?
I realized that I don't have a girl I like.
To be my muse, I mean.

But I still wrote a poem.
This is about a person I met a long time ago.
It doesn't rhyme.
But some of the poems we read this year didn't rhyme either.

I hope this will be all right, sir. Ma'am.

BRIGHT LIGHT
There was a brightness and a wideness at first and,
As they say, "Let there be light" and there was light.
I saw light, then.
I saw you, then.
And you saw me.

With light comes shadows.
Patience and force, I would come to see it better.
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! And the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

The sharp snap in punishment, of secrets revealed,
Punished for that.
Then rewarded, secrets in secret.

It was always brightness and clarity.
Like looking down into clear water.
I'd never seen clear water before.
Like looking up into a clear sky.
I'd never seen a clear sky before.

"This is the pain of the body," you said.
That was when I learned what pain was.
That was when I learned what love was.

[ooc: Katan is a student at Cutlers Grammar School and has been aged down for the curse. And Grell demanded that he write a poem about a girl he likes. ... So he wrote a poem about Rosiel. Cough cough. Also, yes, I did rip off Hopkins for a line or two. Bad poets imitate, good poets steal, all right? ;3;]

|| [Voice Post] ||
((Click.))
((The sound of wind, footsteps in snow. A voice, male, but with female intonations and inflections...))

It's cruel of her.
Too cruel of her, the way she keeps me locked away.

I know these matters are complex.
But I can understand them.
I'm old enough know. I know well enough.

My questions aren't answered...
There are secrets and lies...

...

Ah... It's so cold...

She keeps me locked away.
Hidden, lied about, disguised.
It isn't for shame.
It's for her own purposes.

And now, I've made my escape.

... ... ...

But I'm as soon lost as I'm free.

...

I know what I am.
And I shall not behave as anything less.

... ... ...
((Shuffle, shuffle, hand in a pocket or pouch or purse. Oh, hey, the network device is turned on...))

Ah--!
What's this--?

If she heard me--
((Click))
|| [//voice post ends] ||

[ooc: This is how we do crack. Katan is a boy who's been raised as a girl by his more-than-half-mad father, Rosiel. He's been taken into the care of his Aunt Alexiel now, who's fairly cruel to him. You see, being a princess, if he marries, he becomes the Queen of Heaven. And he's going to fall in love, of course. ... AND, YES, HE'S WEARING THE OBLIGATORY BODICE. Just watch. You'll see it. ... /)_x;;]

If a father "fathers" a child--
If a father has a hand in the creation of a child--
Then Lord Rosiel is my father.

Yes.
I am Lord Rosiel's "child."

Everyone who called him mad.
Everyone who saw only his whims.
Everyone who saw only his bloodlust.

You saw none of him.
The golden light of him.
You understood nothing.

I saw what he was ages ago.
Everything he was capable of.

Yes.
Lord Rosiel is my father.

[ooc: Go canon. ._.v Also, am off to class now, so I will tag just as soon as I get back, I promise!]

[Voice Post]
((Click.))
((Shuffling, dragging, heavy boots and the stride of the wounded soldier.))

A carousel--?

((Breathing as though conscious of breath and need therefore.))

This...

This is not the Tower.
No, this isn't Heaven at all...or Assiah...or Hell...

None.

... ... ...

Impossible.

((A long pause.))

He is not here.

I cannot stay here.

((The footsteps proceed; wingbeats, weak.))
((Click.))
[//Voice Post Ends]

[ooc: Because the City and I are sadistic, Katan has been mentally sent back to his arrival--about a year ago. Huh. Anyway, when he arrived, he crashed out of the sky (this is canon). As such, today, he's totally crazy and thinks he's all beaten up and bloody from the fights and the crash. He isn't. He's fine. But the City and his mind make him think that he's hurting after falling through the roof of the Tower and he's hauled himself to the square. Really, who doesn't love crazy Katan? He's totally ate up with crazy already, so what's a little more?]

No.
It is not right.

The ticking is silent.
It is like before.
But unlike it.

Time--no.

It cannot be the End.

But the ticking is silent.

...

I will keep watch.

[ooc: Do I fail with posting with this guy or what? And here we are at almost a year with him. ;3; Needs moar woobie cherub.]

Lucifer:

This is not heaven.
Or hell.

This is the City.
Here, you have shared a roof with me, aplace.
You collected me when I was injured.

I cannot call you enemy.
Not here.

And I am glad you have Alexiel.

I understood long ago--
Alexiel showed me--

We are parallel.

Setsuna has gone.
And Lil too.

Mm.
The rooms are quiet without them.

I hope they are content.
Wherever they are.

So many gone.

[ooc: Yeah. I went there. |D They aren't really enemies in-game, like at each other's throats, but Luce is still The Enemy of Heaven in Katan's mind. (Katan doesn't really have any enemies at all in-game...hmm...) This might stick hereafter too... IDK, Lucifer-mun: feel free to mock, ignore, whatever, as you choose~]

The final part.

As before:

Lord Rosiel has left the City.

Any who were yet under his bond are released from it.
If you can be released.
Debts are forgiven on all sides.
Requests are hereby withdrawn.
Projects are abandoned.

However.
I make no promises should he return.
With his memory intact.

That is all.

Again and again and again.
He arrives and he leaves.
And I am still here.

He thought this was Sandalphon's dream.
If he returns to that time--

Alexiel, Setsuna.
You have sensed it already.

I must get out.

[ooc: Formal announcement, I think. Firehouse residents? There seems to be a stoically mourning cherub somewhere near your front door. He didn't go to the beach this time lolwut?]

Nothing stays on.

No.
I am not coming out.

It embarrasses others.
If not oneself.

Why are there not more scars?
I wonder.

[ooc: Naked cherub time~!! Totally staying in his room. I don't think he cares too much one way or the other--clothes or no clothes--but the mores both angelic and earthly generally require some form of clothing...Rosiel's varying states of undress excluded. Because he's speshul.]

This isn't the Academy.

Assiah?
But how...?

No.
It can't be.

...

I've been here before.

... ... ...

But I don't feel him...
Not anywhere...

...

Excuse me!
My name is Katan, ST Candidate.
Could someone direct me back to the Academy?

They will be looking for me.

[ooc: Little Katan is little. And wearing knee socks. You know you love it. He does remember being here before, but vaguely.]