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hollowbastion2021-06-26 09:20 pm
7thslash) wrote in hollowbastion2021-06-26 09:20 pm
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[ well, rean did say he'd drag crow back to school to graduate eventually. it just took longer than anyone expected, and he never specified which one or how.
with everything that happened to them and between them, from crow's reveal as C, to civil war breaking out with the shot of his rifle, to crow's fall at the infernal castle and the blood and iron chancellor's inexplicable rise back to life with rean falling under his thumb as the ashen chevalier, to crow's inexplicable revival as 'azure siegfried', down to both their lives being shackled down with a time limit thanks to the curse of erebonia... well, frankly three years felt like three decades.
even now rean finds it hard to believe that everything is just... over now. that they both managed to make it to such an unbelievably happy ending, fitting for the "fairy tale" that ruled their lives. rean just gets to be a normal full-time instructor for his beloved students, without being forced to be a government lapdog on the side. crow is here, fully alive and breathing and in rean's life again permanently.
he remembers crow, in a rare moment of vulnerability, confiding to him about how utterly lost he felt for a while. after all, he wasn't planning on much of a future after his terrorist schtick in the first place. he expected prison for life at best and being gunned down on the spot at the worst. let alone the crazy shit that happened to them both after that. what does he even do with himself now?
luckily for rean (and not so much for crow), the answer was quite simple. ]
Crow... You've been staring at the same page for the past five minutes. Are you that stuck? Or wait-- don't tell me you dozing off. Again.
[ completely deadpan. they're both sitting in crow's brand new dorm room on the branch campus, invited by the man himself. it feels almost the same as the one he had in the old class VII dorm, down to the... err... "charming" posters of scantily clad women plastered all over his walls. sheesh. that said, he can't say it isn't comforting how little things change. ]
Come on, you're the one who asked me to help tutor you. I can't exactly help you if you're only half-conscious.
with everything that happened to them and between them, from crow's reveal as C, to civil war breaking out with the shot of his rifle, to crow's fall at the infernal castle and the blood and iron chancellor's inexplicable rise back to life with rean falling under his thumb as the ashen chevalier, to crow's inexplicable revival as 'azure siegfried', down to both their lives being shackled down with a time limit thanks to the curse of erebonia... well, frankly three years felt like three decades.
even now rean finds it hard to believe that everything is just... over now. that they both managed to make it to such an unbelievably happy ending, fitting for the "fairy tale" that ruled their lives. rean just gets to be a normal full-time instructor for his beloved students, without being forced to be a government lapdog on the side. crow is here, fully alive and breathing and in rean's life again permanently.
he remembers crow, in a rare moment of vulnerability, confiding to him about how utterly lost he felt for a while. after all, he wasn't planning on much of a future after his terrorist schtick in the first place. he expected prison for life at best and being gunned down on the spot at the worst. let alone the crazy shit that happened to them both after that. what does he even do with himself now?
luckily for rean (and not so much for crow), the answer was quite simple. ]
Crow... You've been staring at the same page for the past five minutes. Are you that stuck? Or wait-- don't tell me you dozing off. Again.
[ completely deadpan. they're both sitting in crow's brand new dorm room on the branch campus, invited by the man himself. it feels almost the same as the one he had in the old class VII dorm, down to the... err... "charming" posters of scantily clad women plastered all over his walls. sheesh. that said, he can't say it isn't comforting how little things change. ]
Come on, you're the one who asked me to help tutor you. I can't exactly help you if you're only half-conscious.