The vessel worried that its mask might crack in half. Its Soul hurt so much, and its Void had suddenly grown restless, but it did not flinch. It had long since learned not to move in front of someone unless told to.
Quirrel... It knew that name. It knew him. Who was he?
He was looking at it a bit awkwardly, "uh... what about you? What's your name?" the vessel paused, a name was what others called it right?
It started to sign, hoping that Quirrel knew what it meant.
'vessel, small vessel, little knight, sibling, the second project, the sole exception'
He didn't seem to like those names, but at least he could understand it.
"Vessel? Project? Sorry but those aren't names" he looked a little worried, what was he supposed to say?
The 'vessel' was obviously never given a proper name, and he refused to call it 'exception'.
"I guess it doesn't really matter..." though he wouldn't forget this, "anyways, we should probably head out soon. I feel quite refreshed"
The vessel nodded and stood up, the butterflies fluttering off of its mask at the disruption. Quirrel did the same, though no butterflies had rested on him, and went to pick up his nail. After confirming he was had everything (his mask and nail), he turned to check on the vessel.
It was walking towards him, tucking something into its cloak that Quirrel couldn't see.
He watched it get closer, debating if he should ask or not. It walked past him towards the entrance, turning back when he didn't immediately follow.
Quirrel shrugged it off, joining the vessel back out into the harsh winds and steep climb. He trusted it, even if it was unwise to for a complete stranger.
The climb was as he expected: dangerous (for lack of a better word) but their teamwork was efficient.
After taking many breaks, backtracking once or twice, and a couple close calls, they finally made it to the top.
Frail lamps lined the now-visible path, though they only gave a pale glow. The wind had lessened considerably, giving the duo confirmation that constant readiness was no longer crucial to stand.
Quirrel glanced down at the vessel, it matching his gaze as he was hit with an odd sense of deja-vu. He gave a smile then looked back to the path ahead, this was only the beginning.
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No Emotions to Feel
Fanfictionmature for violence/gore. A small vessel is spared, joining its sibling in The White Palace. One will be sealed in chains, the other in a charm, but both will meet a ghost, spider, and long lost friend. There are consequences to their choices, b...
