paixaorpg | Vices and Virtues [Completed]

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Vices and Virtues [Completed]

Character(s): Urd and Timon
Content: In despite of an argument between the two over the journals, Timon decides to pay an unusual visit to the goddess.
Setting: Urd's House [M6]
Time: Evening
Warnings: None

Timon debated turning back. It had not been too late. As frightening a thought as it was, Urd did not live that far from him. If he left now he would be back at the apartment just in time for dinner. Though, he had walked a fair way. It felt like a waste to turn tail when he was so close. He inwardly sighed and tried to remember the original reason he had decided to visit Urd. Visit Urd, even that sounded weird. But that was just it. Back in the Pride Lands it had just been that: weird. Urd had not been Urd. Well, she had been Urd, even if she hadn’t looked like Urd, but something had been off. She was missing that certain flair. It left him feeling concerned.

Er, wait. That made him sound worried. Timon frowned at the thought. Was he worried about… her? No, he was bothered. That was more like it, bothered. ‘Worried’ sounded as weird as Urd’s previous behaviour. However, he hadn’t much more time to think about then that. Before Timon knew it, he found himself standing before a tall, wooden door, having reached goddess’s house sooner than expected.

A doorbell had been spotted by the side of the frame but there had been no way of reaching that. Not unless he found a long stick or something and Timon did not feel like putting forth the effort for that. He knew he should have told the goddess he had been coming but part of him did not want her to answer. That had been why the option of knocking had appealed so much more. If she didn’t answer, well, he at least he could say he tried. That was enough to satisfy him. Carefully, the meerkat shrugged the apple he had been carrying onto his shoulder, took in a deep breath, and knocked three times on the goddess’s door.

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It was purely by accident Urd opened the door when she did, having not heard Timon's knock. As the door opened, she nearly stepped on him, stumbling and floating above the ground instead of falling on top of him. "What the...Timon?" Blinking a few times, she lowered herself to get a closer look, quite clearly surprised to see him.

Though the little locked comment he had made to Vyers earlier had hurt her feelings a bit, she'd come to expect that sort of thing from him. Truthfully, she'd often gotten him in more annoying situations that she'd care to remember, but at least one part of her held out hope that he liked her a little.

Realizing she was just staring at the meerkat, she cleared her throat and frowned. "What's going on? Why are you here?"

Equally as surprised that the goddess had opened the door, Timon stumbled back to try and clear a path for her, in the process falling back himself. Sprawled out against the ground, he stared up at Urd in return, eyes wide in shock.

“I, uh…” What had brought him there was something the meerkat had yet to fully decide on. He did not want to be there, so why was he there? He sat up to look at her better, though did not appear any more certain of his words as he continued. “Pumbaa wanted me to… Ah, check on you. Not that you need checking up on.” Timon chuckled nervously at the thought. No, she certainly did not. “No, I – he, just wanted to make sure you, um, ate something. You barely touched your tuber and, well…”

Turning away from the goddess, he looked around for the apple he had been holding a moment ago. He found it resting by the door frame, a newly acquired bruised looking back at him in return after he had dropped it. Ah, great. His lip twitched as he fought back a sigh. There was no way she’d eat that now. He had walked all the way there for nothing. “Well, I was gonna bring you something.” He admitted in defeat, climbing to his feet to retrieve the damaged fruit. Vyers must have been rubbing off on him. “But you can see how well that turned out.”

Edited 2011-08-19 17:26 (UTC)

Her frown slowly faded as she watched him stumble over his words. Arms crossed under her chest, Urd's expression was carefully blank as she listened. When he turned away, she followed his line of sight to the apple and smiled briefly before he could notice.

"Hmm..." she murmured, taking the damaged fruit from him and rubbing it off on her sleeve. Of course, she never needed to eat but trying to explain the reasons why or how wouldn't do any good. And underneath the excuses and casual indifference Timon was desperately trying to put up, she could hear the truth behind them. So she took a hearty bite of the apple as if it were nothing, glancing down at him. "Thank you. Just what I needed."

She righted herself to stand up straight and moved inside, still munching on the apple. "You wanna come in?"

As if he hadn’t been lost enough for words Urd’s bold act then left Timon truly speechless. She had eaten it. She had actually taken a bite and swallowed it. His mouth hung open, waiting for the goddess to take another bite and spit the apple out or make some sort of remark regarding poor taste but it never came. No, of all things, she had thanked him. Urd. Urd, had thanked him. Mouth still hung open in shock, Timon tried to think of something to say in response. Unfortunately, “uhhh…” had been all he could manage to get out, having meant to say ‘you’re welcome’. Maybe Urd would figure it out.

He peered into the house after the goddess had entered, looking around the room with curiosity before finally resting his eyes on Urd again. “Ah, n-no.” Timon declined and looked away again. “Pumbaa’s waiting and, I, uh, left something in the oven back home.” He remembered well the last time he had set foot in Urd’s house. Once had been more than enough for him. Who knew what other sorts of horrid potions she had in there. What if he spilt some sort of hair remover on himself this time or worse?

"Come on, you came all this way. At least relax for a moment." She turned and sat on the bottom steps leading up to the second floor, watching him in the open door. Still munching idly on the apple, she reclined on the staircase as if it were a plush chaise lounger. "...I'm sorry I hacked into your private comment to Vyers," Urd finally said after a moment, though the words came out grudgingly enough. She pouted at the apple in her hand, avoiding looking his way.

As much as he hated to admit it, she had a point. He had walked a rather long way. It was nothing he wasn’t already used to, having traveled by foot across the city countless times, but the idea of rest was almost irresistible. It didn’t matter how many times he did it, exercise never had and never would be something he enjoyed. He reluctantly sighed and stepped into the house. “Alright, I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” He sure hoped it didn’t. But as long as he kept from Urd’s bedroom, everything should have been alright. Nothing about the room they were in looked potentially harmful anyway.

“Seems like everyone else is doing it these days.” He replied, rolling his eyes. “You and me both know you wouldn’t be the first.” It was true. It had become abundantly clear that the journals were watched by not only the Organization but also visitors with the ability to break the locks other had placed on their posts. In many ways, Urd had been right. He might as well have started posting where everyone could see it because his locked were useless. Not that he was about to tell her that, of course. Hopefully she hadn’t been expecting Timon to apologize either because it was an apology she wouldn’t get to hear. He had no intention of taking back the words he had said to Vyers. As for forgiveness, this would be as close as she would get.

This had not been the first time he had caught the goddess ‘spying’ on him over the journals. And that included posts that were not her own. If she trusted him, she would not have been spying on him. Not that she could be blamed, he was in many ways the rat people mistook him for. He had used countless people, stolen from others, and even betrayed the Resistance after having sold them out to the Organization. It had all been for ‘good reasons’ but that did not change what he had done.

Seated with his back against the wall the door had been attached to, the meerkat stretched his feet out in front of him. “Ugh, my feet are killin’ me.” He admitted, allowing his exhaustion to show through.

Finishing off the apple, Urd tossed the core through the open entry way into the kitchen, making the impossible shot into the trash. Resigned to the response she'd gotten for her apology, she placed her chin in her hand and watched him rub his feet with a thoughtful expression.

Truthfully, he didn't get the respect he genuinely deserved. Not just from her but from everyone else. Part of it was his attitude, of course -- he spent so much time writing checks with his mouth that the rest of him couldn't cash. It wasn't a surprise that people didn't bother looking beyond the surface obnoxiousness to catch the moments of heroism only a few seemed to know were there. But the larger, more important part, she suspected, was that even Timon didn't seem to understand just how impressive he could be. Sure, he talked a good game and had a humungous ego...but maybe that all masked something else.

"I'll give you a lift back," she said suddenly, standing up from the steps to hold out her hand towards him. "I won't fly too high or too fast, okay? It's the least I can do."

Timon couldn’t see it from where he was seated but he could hear the apple core as it landed in the garbage. His eyes widened, amazed she had managed such a shot so effortlessly. Then again, he probably shouldn’t have been so surprised. ‘Super moves’ he reminded himself as he turned back to look at the goddess. Oddly enough, he found her looking right at him, possibly even through him. She looked so concentrated, deep in thought, it kind of creeped him out. Just what was she thinking about? The meerkat shuddered, and had been just about to tell Urd to ‘knock it off’ when she suddenly stood to her feet. Immediately, Timon did the same.

“The least you could… What?” Had she just offered him a ride back home and apologized to him? “What are you talking about? Why are being so weird?” Did girls always have to be so confusing? “You don’t owe me anything. I was just being… Pumbaa wanted me to…” He gestured to the room, unsure what he wanted to say. “Whatever.” Timon turned away and head for the door. “Its fine, I can walk.” Pausing, he looked back at the goddess. “Thanks.”

"Just shut up and spare your feet the pain, okay?" She picked him up without a word and headed out, flying low over the ground and slow, as she promised, though still faster than if he'd walked on his own. "This isn't for the apple, okay? It's for a lot of things." And if she tried to explain, it'd only make him uncomfortable and suspicious. Holding on to him securely, she smiled slightly to herself, tilting to the side to turn down the road. "Did you find anything in the Pride Lands after you took me back to the graveyard?"

He stared at the goddess in astonishment. Had she just told him to shut up? Again, something he should not have been surprised by, he heard it almost daily back at the apartment. Timon puffed out his chest and clenched his fists, about to argue before he found himself in Urd’s arms. “Just- Hey, cut it out! Put me down!” He squirmed in her hold, disapproving of such treatment, but knew once they had gotten outside his protests were useless. She had already made up her mind on this and in the end it really did allow his feet some needed rest. The meerkat sighed as his final protest and folded his arms across his chest. Fine, he’d go with it. But he didn’t have to look happy about it.

Timon’s gaze wandered up to Urd when she spoke again and the same confusion he had felt before swept over him. What things? What was she talking about? “Well, we found Wolf.” He replied to her question regarding the Pride Lands. “Wish I could say that was all we found but there were the usual predators roaming around. The usual bite first, ask questions later type. Guess that’s what we get for roamin’ the Pride Lands. Not like the Outlands would have been much better. Security is just as tight.” ‘Security’ being hungry predators. “We found one of those holes there too that brought us back to the city. Not that I’m complaining, it was in good timing.”

"Ohh?" She frowned in thought as she flew, remembering her own experience with predators. "Good to see you two didn't become lunch. I never wanna go back to that floor, personally...being a meerkat once was enough. Oh, hang on." Urd rose in the air and did a barrel roll over a vendor cart before smoothly carrying on her way.

"Then what's your plan next? Are you still looking after those kids?"

Timon gave out a cry of surprise even after Urd’s warning. “Can’t you just go around things like everyone else?” he complained, having by no means enjoyed the sudden loop and roll. She could show off all she wanted when she wasn’t holding him. That had been one of the reasons he had preferred to walk. The meerkat scowled, his grip notably much tighter than before. “Sheesh! It’s like you’re trying to kill me…” He muttered the last bit to himself but Urd likely heard him easily enough.

At the mention of the Nobodies, the meerkat looked away. A plan, there was a nice idea. And, boy, did he ever need one of those. He had begun to feel cornered, Xemnas having proven that he knew where they were. Even Axel knew. It seemed as though regardless where they went the Organization would find them. “I don’t have a plan.” Timon admitted. “It’s just the girls and Simba now. Roxas… left. ‘Soul searching’ or whatever.”

Edited 2011-08-25 00:11 (UTC)

She smirked slightly at his complaint. "I could but that would mean slowing down." And besides, he needed a little vengeance for his comment on the message board. "But I'll take it easy, just for you."

As she listened to him, she considered the words behind the words. Roxas' last journal entry had been pretty worrying. And though Timon would play it off as no big deal, if the kid had really left, surely a part of the meerkat was more worried about it than he seemed.

"Maybe you could help him."

“Ugh,” the meerkat groaned in thanks for Urd’s tender care. They had two very different idea’s of ‘taking it easy’, he was sure. But this definitely beat racing across the sky, who even wanted to know how many feet above the ground. The thought alone made him sick.

“I can’t help him anymore.” He replied to her thoughts on helping Roxas. Had he even really helped him to begin with? Maybe Axel had been right, as horrid a thought that was. Maybe he had made things worse. Timon frowned at the passing scenery. “He’s gotta do this himself. Besides, once he gets his memories back he won’t want anything to do me.” Or maybe he would. Revenge served hot? Timon tried not to think about it. The future was so uncertain. Who knew what Roxas would do once he recovered his memories?

“The Doc’s with him.” He continued, pushing such thoughts aside. “Xion, probably, too.” A chuckle was given. “Getting those two away from each other…” At the memory, the meerkat shook his head. He was thinking into this again. “Ah, he’ll be fine.” Timon assured her. With the Doctor, Xion, and possibly Axel himself would be there? Yeah, he’d be alright, especially when he had those two sticks at hand; Keyblades.

“The best thing I could do for ‘em now is stay away. And don’t go trying to convince me otherwise because I just know you’re going to. My minds made up. It’s final.” Besides, someone needed to keep watch over Naminé.

"What? He'll only want to be your friend if doesn't know who he is?" She lifted him up to her eye level and turned him around to face her. "Timon...I know you've had a hard time with people here, leaving you or fighting with you, but Roxas wouldn't just abandon you. You're important to him." Obviously he wasn't going to like this conversation topic, but she had him right where she wanted him -- and maybe someone had to tell him the things he didn't want but needed to hear.

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! I said we’re not getting into this and I meant it. This ain’t up for discussion.” As predicted, Timon had no interest in exploring this topic. He looked away from Urd, though it did little, her gaze was hard to ignore. “And stop givin’ me that look, it’s not gonna change my mind.” What did she even know about Roxas or his feelings? How did she even know he had feelings or had that just been a fluke?

"How about the weather lately?" He asked in a lousy attempt to change topics.

"You're not in a position to dictate anything," she replied in amusement, rising up a little higher in the air and stopping to prevent crashing into a wayward building or person. "You can't just stop caring about someone just like that. I know you better than you think, Timon. Why do you think he'll stop being your friend? Because he's a Nobody? Because if he remembers what he is, that suddenly changes everything?"

Her gaze never left his face, unflinching and merciless. "Maybe he doesn't have a heart the way you or I do, but that doesn't mean he's a monster. Maybe friendship is something that can grow and be nurtured. But only if you don't give up."

“Thanks for the pep talk.” He replied bitterly. “I’ll keep that in mind.” All this power of friendship nonsense didn’t amount to anything as far as he was concerned. Timon had still lied to Roxas, hidden from him his past and convinced him that it had been a different life he had lead before the loss of his memories. He may have thought it better for Roxas, but the Nobody had made his ‘thanks’ clear when he had returned to retrieve his journal, Keyblade in hand. He had been angry, so very, very, angry. But even then, when Timon had said his final farewell, Roxas had sounded almost sad to be parting. Would he feel the same when his memories were return, when he learned all the terrible things Timon had hoped to hide from him, or would only anger and hurt pave his road ahead?

“Lucky for us I’m sure his main target will be the Organization. That outta help pluck a few weeds.” Finally, he turned to face the goddess. “I can’t see you objecting to that.”

There was just so much he wasn't saying, she could tell. Was it any wonder she hacked into his private comments and entries when he kept so much hidden? But then, that wasn't the point, was it? If she gave him some room, maybe he'd be willing to volunteer the information himself. As much as it rubbed her all the wrong ways to not press him for more info, she simply stared at him a beat or two longer, her expression pensive and worried. Then she sighed and was on the move again, flying through the air.

"I object to my friends being hurt. That's all," she said after a moment, landing in front of the apartment Timon stayed in. Without giving him a chance to protest, she hugged him close, pressing him against her neck and the side of her face, before setting him down.

"Thanks for the apple."

“Yeah, you too.” Timon replied when Urd set him down, clearly having not heard what she had said. He was still in shock over the fact she had hugged him, the surprise felt by the act preventing him to protest. The entire exchange between them had strayed from the norm and could only be described as ‘weird’. He suspected it had to do with the apple he had given her and made note to avoid apples, sticking strictly to other fruits when offering the goddess food.

“I’ll see you around. And, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop spying on me!”

"I will." Urd rose up in the air, smiling. And she would, if that was what it took to get him to open up and trust her a little more. She turned and flew home, considering Timon's relationship with the friends he felt he was losing and vowed to find a way to set things right.

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