challenge #267 'composite', Baroque
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anythingdrabbleTitle: Reach Out And Touch Faith
Urim and Thummim always seemed cheerful, no matter how much the world was tearing itself apart around them.
They babbled on, finishing each others sentences like a married couple, gossiping about the activities of the Malkuth in the Tower. Whatever object the strange wandering boy threw at them (the only way he seemed able to communicate with them), they happily explained the function of, even if it hurt when they were hit by it. They especially thanked him for food - they always seemed hungry.
The boy wondered how a composite angel formed in the logic of the Baroque - what it must be like to have such a close bond with another person that you literally became one.
It had to be better than being haunted by your brother, or pursuing specters of women you could never quite reach, chasing shadows forever, never managing to touch another without each of you hurting the other...
Then again, he reminded himself, the angels were still false beings, as false as everything else in the tower. If he could reach the end of the tower, reach out and touch the Goddess, he could finally know genuine truth, and that was worth everything.
Fandom: Baroque
Characters/Pairings: protagonist, Urim and Thummim
Word Count: 200
Rating: G/Gen
Tags: mild spoilers, angst
Tags: mild spoilers, angst
Summary: The composite angels always seemed cheerful.
Urim and Thummim always seemed cheerful, no matter how much the world was tearing itself apart around them.
They babbled on, finishing each others sentences like a married couple, gossiping about the activities of the Malkuth in the Tower. Whatever object the strange wandering boy threw at them (the only way he seemed able to communicate with them), they happily explained the function of, even if it hurt when they were hit by it. They especially thanked him for food - they always seemed hungry.
The boy wondered how a composite angel formed in the logic of the Baroque - what it must be like to have such a close bond with another person that you literally became one.
It had to be better than being haunted by your brother, or pursuing specters of women you could never quite reach, chasing shadows forever, never managing to touch another without each of you hurting the other...
Then again, he reminded himself, the angels were still false beings, as false as everything else in the tower. If he could reach the end of the tower, reach out and touch the Goddess, he could finally know genuine truth, and that was worth everything.
