[Wanting to experience new things is a quality that Lilia and Raphael both share, and despite the archangel's long life he has been able to find many things in Nippon that he hasn't been exposed to before. Things he would have never even thought to consider experiencing, in many cases.
This is one such thing. It couldn't be too bad, could it?]
Do you always expect magical things to sparkle?
[Something he files away as an interesting tidbit. Raphael moves closer to the stone, leaning down slightly to peer at it. So they just... touch it? He can't sense anything strange from it - nothing he feels he should be worried about, at least - but perhaps it's naive of him that he reaches out and places his fingertips against the cool surface.
The reaction is immediate, and the memory that is thrown out is disjointed and strangely warped as it plays across the walls.
Stone and sand. A desert, stretching horizon to horizon under a darkened sky.
A faintly glowing being with red hair that almost touches the floor pushes another by the shoulder, and for several moments the memory focuses entirely on that hand, the person it's touching, how the fingers curl over the blurred recollection of their shape.
There are voices, muffled and vibrating like static, the words unclear but not in any recognisable language. One is quiet but trembling, the other calm and even.
-- suddenly they're on a balcony, in a hallway, everything too-bright and golden. They're standing close together, one of them laughs, the sound like silvery bells ringing --
In the desert the ground rips open, a black and gaping hole into empty nothing and the person - prisoner? - being escorted along turns around to look back over their shoulder. Though the features of the face are blurred, the eyes are not - golden, sad, understanding - and then,
-- a wide open space. The red-haired being stands before another with fiery, hateful eyes as a bound shape is thrown down in front of him. His form sways as he resists running forwards as they get up, walking towards him without fear --
They're gone. A shining golden seal marks the sand, sinks into it, and then there's nothing but the darkness and the dimly glowing stars, and the sand is all there is as the glow dims from Raphael's body, he drops down to his knees, and the sound that comes out of him is a broken, unearthy howl of grief that reverberates through the room.
And Raphael himself has pressed back against a wall while this played out in front of himself and Lilia, his knuckles white with how tightly his fists are clenched.]
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This is one such thing. It couldn't be too bad, could it?]
Do you always expect magical things to sparkle?
[Something he files away as an interesting tidbit. Raphael moves closer to the stone, leaning down slightly to peer at it. So they just... touch it? He can't sense anything strange from it - nothing he feels he should be worried about, at least - but perhaps it's naive of him that he reaches out and places his fingertips against the cool surface.
The reaction is immediate, and the memory that is thrown out is disjointed and strangely warped as it plays across the walls.
Stone and sand. A desert, stretching horizon to horizon under a darkened sky.
A faintly glowing being with red hair that almost touches the floor pushes another by the shoulder, and for several moments the memory focuses entirely on that hand, the person it's touching, how the fingers curl over the blurred recollection of their shape.
There are voices, muffled and vibrating like static, the words unclear but not in any recognisable language. One is quiet but trembling, the other calm and even.
-- suddenly they're on a balcony, in a hallway, everything too-bright and golden. They're standing close together, one of them laughs, the sound like silvery bells ringing --
In the desert the ground rips open, a black and gaping hole into empty nothing and the person - prisoner? - being escorted along turns around to look back over their shoulder. Though the features of the face are blurred, the eyes are not - golden, sad, understanding - and then,
-- a wide open space. The red-haired being stands before another with fiery, hateful eyes as a bound shape is thrown down in front of him. His form sways as he resists running forwards as they get up, walking towards him without fear --
They're gone. A shining golden seal marks the sand, sinks into it, and then there's nothing but the darkness and the dimly glowing stars, and the sand is all there is as the glow dims from Raphael's body, he drops down to his knees, and the sound that comes out of him is a broken, unearthy howl of grief that reverberates through the room.
And Raphael himself has pressed back against a wall while this played out in front of himself and Lilia, his knuckles white with how tightly his fists are clenched.]
That was--... so long ago, why would it...
[Why would it show that?!]