guardian_of_hope | (no subject)

No one's run screaming at me with pitchforks, so I figure I should begin as I mean to go on. In other words, more Gemini fic! These are more of the 22 promp drabbles. Namely Alex and Angel of Amarantha...

When she was little, Angel had a fascination with hallways. She used to spend hours sitting in them, watching people. Depending on where she was, she would make up stories for the people she saw, where they were going and why, what made them feel worried or happy, whom their families were. As her training as a leader intensified, hallways became her refuge, seated on the floor with a book and a notebook, she was essentially invisible to people passing by and she learned more in overheard conversations than she did in her classes. To Angel, the hallways were safe.

Angel’s an adrenaline junky and proud of it. She loves the thrill of doing dangerous, and occasionally pointless, stunts and few people in the world make her think twice of risking her life. Angel knows her instructors would hate the way she throws herself at life, but she doesn’t care. She had to learn the hard way, but she understands what the academy fails to teach now. She knows why her people have been losing to an enemy they once brought to a standstill, even if she can never tell them. Her people no longer have the joy of life.

People like to assume that Alex and Angel are twins. Alex thinks it’s funny, because they may look alike, but they are nothing like each other. They met when they were very young, have always considered themselves siblings, and act accordingly. Angel is the fire, she burns bright and hot like a wild fire, born from humble beginnings, and she will change the world. Alex is the ice, although he bows under the heat of Angel’s will, in his own way he is stubborn, unchanging and relentless. As he often reminds their enemies, submission isn’t a weakness it's a strength.

Alex doesn’t want to be safe. His partner, his leader, they would wrap him in cotton for safety if they could. He knows it is because he has the rare Gift for Healing, but he is also a warrior. He wasn’t born to be safe; he was born to keep others safe. Alex doesn’t feel that life is worth living if he must live always safe, always careful, always sheltered from the realities of life. If Alex has a motto, he knows it would have to be ‘Live Free or Live Not’ because otherwise, what’s the point of it all?