[Conversations Siegfried has with his dragon side; either willingly, or unwillingly. These are due to in-game events, comments given to him through relationships, or his own personal growth.]
[The bars of his cage are a familiar place by now.]
Oh? And here I thought you hated visiting this place.
[Siegfried's dragon sits rather boredly inside, tail idly swaying every so often in amusement at his own thoughts. In here, time is endless and unpredictable, a chasm of ceaseless darkness that has no light unless it's deemed to have one.
This is his home, ever since Tumenalia.
In a way, he favors it. Better for him to be in here and have Siegfried not be as concerned with his presence in his day-to-day routine. Better to be in the dark and ignored rather than in the spotlight and buried even deeper than he is now. But it's not ideal in the slightest- not really. He'd rather be out and free, voicing himself when he feels it's necessary and guiding Siegfried when asked. He'd rather be regarded as a person rather than a thing, a monster who his other half is too terrified to confront or even speak to on most days.
Siegfried stands a good distance away, eyes looking down at his dragon, disgust apparent in his quiet deep greens. With no answer to respond to, his dragon continues in his one-sided conversation.]
What, no words for me today? No biting reprimand where you say you'll do better, you'll keep me under lock and key and never let me breathe through you again? I'm surprised. I was expecting more, Siegfried.
[His other half narrows his eyes considerably, both feet planted firmly in opposition. There's nothing said, but the presence Siegfried holds is one of quiet irritation, the silence a palpable and noticeable barrier between them. It remains in a standstill for several moments, a lapse that stirs both inattention and boredom back into his dragon, who was hoping for something to work with.
Finally, after this long and unending period of silence, Siegfried goes to leave, one last look thrown at his other before he turns. Instantly, his dragon snaps at him.]
Turn and face me, you coward! [His fangs are bared, eyes furious as he comes dangerously close to the bars that keep him in. Siegfried halts on the spot, turning back to look at his dragon sharply.] Despise me all you want, but it won't change anything. Nothing can take back what I've done, what we've done. To drown in your guilt will only make this easier for them. [God, it's like talking to a stubborn child.] Listen to me. No matter how hard you try, this city knows about me, knows what I am- and it won't stop trying to bring me out whenever it wants. I am your strength, your inner self that you haven't bothered to reach for, because of your precious guilt complex. Your pride only makes it worse. You need me.
No.
[A scoff, like he's suffering from having to explain something so simple.] The more you reject me, the worse it'll get. This won't be the last time I'll be free. Even you know that.
Enough! [His dragon notices Siegfried's tone as on the edge, far too irritated to simply leave that as a demand.] I'm not you. I'm not a dragon, but a dragonslayer.
[He expects a rebuttal, a scolding. What he gets instead is practical mockery.]
Ha, that's laughable. You were a dragon long before you became a dragonslayer, Siegfried. [Something in his dragon's tone sets every hair on the back of his neck to sit straight up, Siegfried taking one step forward.] It rarely showed, but many knew better than to ever cross you, or your temper, when you had it. You voiced your complaints about court to your father, you broke free from grooming time and time again to do as you pleased, and you let no one tell you that you could not achieve something. Those are the desires and the works of a dragon who refuses to simply be tamed-
[The bars of his cage practically rattle as Siegfried suddenly appears in front of him, quiet anger very apparent at all that's been said.] I am not a dragon!
[For a long second, everything screeches to a halt, the air going dead still as both their eyes lock on each other. Then, sure enough, there's a chuckle coming from his dragon from behind the bars, growing into a full fit of laughter. He breaks away from the intense gaze thrown at him, nearly doubling over and eventually going onto his back, still finding all this hilarious. Siegfried almost yells at him, before a single cold stare stops his words in his throat.
His dragon looks at him, claws rounding the bars as he closes the space rapidly, face nearly parallel to Siegfried's.]
Suit yourself, you fool. If you choose to remain blind, then I'm only going to keep returning- whether you want me to, or even if I want to, or not.
[There's the sound of a breeze by his ear, and then the cage that held his dragon is gone, his other half shutting him out. Siegfried turns, only now noticing how much he can notice the taste of copper that hangs in his mouth.]
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gerechtigkeit) wrote2018-12-24 08:01 pm
duplicity; 12/24
Oh? And here I thought you hated visiting this place.
[Siegfried's dragon sits rather boredly inside, tail idly swaying every so often in amusement at his own thoughts. In here, time is endless and unpredictable, a chasm of ceaseless darkness that has no light unless it's deemed to have one.
This is his home, ever since Tumenalia.
In a way, he favors it. Better for him to be in here and have Siegfried not be as concerned with his presence in his day-to-day routine. Better to be in the dark and ignored rather than in the spotlight and buried even deeper than he is now. But it's not ideal in the slightest- not really. He'd rather be out and free, voicing himself when he feels it's necessary and guiding Siegfried when asked. He'd rather be regarded as a person rather than a thing, a monster who his other half is too terrified to confront or even speak to on most days.
Siegfried stands a good distance away, eyes looking down at his dragon, disgust apparent in his quiet deep greens. With no answer to respond to, his dragon continues in his one-sided conversation.]
What, no words for me today? No biting reprimand where you say you'll do better, you'll keep me under lock and key and never let me breathe through you again? I'm surprised. I was expecting more, Siegfried.
[His other half narrows his eyes considerably, both feet planted firmly in opposition. There's nothing said, but the presence Siegfried holds is one of quiet irritation, the silence a palpable and noticeable barrier between them. It remains in a standstill for several moments, a lapse that stirs both inattention and boredom back into his dragon, who was hoping for something to work with.
Finally, after this long and unending period of silence, Siegfried goes to leave, one last look thrown at his other before he turns. Instantly, his dragon snaps at him.]
Turn and face me, you coward! [His fangs are bared, eyes furious as he comes dangerously close to the bars that keep him in. Siegfried halts on the spot, turning back to look at his dragon sharply.] Despise me all you want, but it won't change anything. Nothing can take back what I've done, what we've done. To drown in your guilt will only make this easier for them. [God, it's like talking to a stubborn child.] Listen to me. No matter how hard you try, this city knows about me, knows what I am- and it won't stop trying to bring me out whenever it wants. I am your strength, your inner self that you haven't bothered to reach for, because of your precious guilt complex. Your pride only makes it worse. You need me.
No.
[A scoff, like he's suffering from having to explain something so simple.] The more you reject me, the worse it'll get. This won't be the last time I'll be free. Even you know that.
Enough! [His dragon notices Siegfried's tone as on the edge, far too irritated to simply leave that as a demand.] I'm not you. I'm not a dragon, but a dragonslayer.
[He expects a rebuttal, a scolding. What he gets instead is practical mockery.]
Ha, that's laughable. You were a dragon long before you became a dragonslayer, Siegfried. [Something in his dragon's tone sets every hair on the back of his neck to sit straight up, Siegfried taking one step forward.] It rarely showed, but many knew better than to ever cross you, or your temper, when you had it. You voiced your complaints about court to your father, you broke free from grooming time and time again to do as you pleased, and you let no one tell you that you could not achieve something. Those are the desires and the works of a dragon who refuses to simply be tamed-
[The bars of his cage practically rattle as Siegfried suddenly appears in front of him, quiet anger very apparent at all that's been said.] I am not a dragon!
[For a long second, everything screeches to a halt, the air going dead still as both their eyes lock on each other. Then, sure enough, there's a chuckle coming from his dragon from behind the bars, growing into a full fit of laughter. He breaks away from the intense gaze thrown at him, nearly doubling over and eventually going onto his back, still finding all this hilarious. Siegfried almost yells at him, before a single cold stare stops his words in his throat.
His dragon looks at him, claws rounding the bars as he closes the space rapidly, face nearly parallel to Siegfried's.]
Suit yourself, you fool. If you choose to remain blind, then I'm only going to keep returning- whether you want me to, or even if I want to, or not.
[There's the sound of a breeze by his ear, and then the cage that held his dragon is gone, his other half shutting him out. Siegfried turns, only now noticing how much he can notice the taste of copper that hangs in his mouth.]