#goldenmiracles

It was making all of them desperate, really. There were rumors, floating rumors, the kind of friend-of-a-friend urban legends that everyone passed around and forgot about--but it was more than that, and it kept creeping closer. Closer and closer until friend-of-a became simply friend, and that friend became you. 

She didn’t know quite what she was running from, but she knew she should be running, and she knew even running wouldn’t be able to keep her safe. 

Hiding in an overcoat (one of Kanon’s, large enough to obscure), with her things tucked into her purse, Shannon fled her apartment like there was something from which to flee. She paced from one street to the next, stopping for water on occasion, stepping in and out of stores, fear clutching at her throat (trembling in her hands as Shannon reminded her that she would be alright). Were her shoes full of rocks? Were her pockets heavy with guns, with gold?

No, no--no, no, she must be imagining that. But--

But she wasn’t imagining the sunny glow of that woman (that witch) around the corner, in the crowd. Shannon’s pace sharpened, pushing from person to person with puffs of air in the shape of “excuse me”s.

When she came close, she reached out; when she came close, she cried out, “Beatrice-sama!”

Would they be better off together, or worse?

So it was them.

The blond youth, radiant as ever--impossible, of course, but hardly more impossible than the link-armed siblings murmuring their frightened platitudes. Them. That person. That costume you’d worn so recently, yes! Kanon, Kanon, speak through the breath gasping in your throat. (The way that golden hair cascaded over red shoulders. Could they be so lovely?)

Ushiromiya Lion, they whispered.

Kanon watched the startled tears in Shannon’s eyes--fear, hope, relief? Simple joy? He squeezed her hand. She pulled ahead, and let go.

“Lion-sama,” she said, and bowed. “I... I hope this isn’t strange. I know Kanon-kun, ...Yoshiya... no, ah... I know you’ve met me already. But I, I’ve always wanted to meet... you.”

“Of course it’s strange,” Kanon said quietly. “Lion-sama. Have you, ...met yours? The other one. The one that should be you...”

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goldenmiracles

      "............."

      Golden hair. Blue eyes. Red outfit. That particularly refined way of walking. Everything about the figure approaching Willard on the road was familiar, matched perfectly with the image the Angel couldn't let out of his mind for even a moment...no, there was no doubt about it. He was strolling down the street and about to come face to face with Lion Ushiromiya, the one he'd promised to protect, Will's reason to carry on existing, everything, everything....

      ........Wright walked straight past, not even glancing at Lion's figure as he swept by.

      .......Five seconds later, Willard stopped in place and spun around, a sardonic glower on his face.