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~Fragile~

((I know I have been writing alot of Song fics but it is like I have them all up in my head and I have to get them out! *hee's* So don't mind me, I actually wrote this in my diary two weeks ago))

"If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun."


Magus knew well the sings of his fathers for they had been visited doubly down upon him. There was sorrow in his heart for there would be no inner peace for him, no chance of absolution for those in his family.

They were entwined; sorrow and destiny. Both were lonely bed partners that had replaced Corrine. He could only hold his pillow during the night and let his tears pour forth onto the uncaring cloth.

It was Corrine's reason for leaving him.. his mother. The sacrifice of all and in return for nothing. He hated himself for never being able to confront his mother, the reality of his own weakness struck like a knife and with just as much ragged viciousness made him all the more acutely aware of it.

"Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay."


Would he hate his mother forever? That question loomed in the shadows of his mind while time halted so that he might ponder over it. It was the question that teased at his rage filled soul.

First she ruined their lives by summouning Lavos and after that she destroyed the chances they had for a normal life with her own machinations and greed. Certainly it was not right but there was nothing to be done about it, the storm had been wrought and the damage lay scattered.. Corrine would not come back unless she wanted it to be so.

"Perhaps this final act was meant
To clench a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could."


Magus buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath to cease the unbidden tears. Loss of hope, futility.. She wasn't coming back, her love for him would prevent that. An unborn child that would never know its father, a lonely bed for both him and Corrine. ALl based on the whims of Ileana Zeal.

Because she would not countenance her children marrying "beneath" them.

"We were all earthbound once.." Magus sighed out and rested his chin on the palm with a sigh of longing turned frustration.

"For all those born beneath an angry star..
Lest we forget how fragile we are."


Magus got up from his wing chair, slipping the necklace that held the Zeal signet ring from around his neck and laid it down on the hardwood dresser. Such a lost symbol of love, it made him ache at the memories of an unfufilled love, spanning the curtain between mortality and immortality and yet still it remained unfufilled. It existed as a memory.. shining and precious.

Too eternal for him to dream of.

"On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are."


Silently a tear slipped stealthily down his cheek before he turned away from the mantle in bitterness. His mystic robes rustling with such a futile movement for he could see still very clearly the fate that he had to suffer, he couldn't escape it. A chance was given him and likewise he lost it.

As much as he wanted to hate Corrine.. he couldn't.

It could of been so easy had she been to blame but she was doing -for- him. He cursed her sacrifice but he applauded her the strength that she possessed.. a strength that he was lacking.

Neither could he go back to shunning his love and feelings. The Magus of old had it easy for love was his enemy now after having tasted the fruits of pleasure, he couldn't go back to just bread and water. However he couldn't love any woman -but- Corrine. All that was left was the torch of their love, given to him for memories sake.

"On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are."


For memories sake he would keep the torch burning.

-Fragile by Sting

Song fic by Nia Westphal
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