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Day 46: Music Room

Dec 23, 2009 08:41

Kaworu immediately gravitated towards the keyboard. It was not a piano, not truly, but it was attractive in all of the same ways. Music freed the mind from conscious thought, and Kaworu was feeling exceptionally weighed down by exactly that. There was a heaviness, as well as a lightness. He did not know where to begin approaching the situation with ( Read more... )

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purpletaint December 23 2009, 20:50:39 UTC

There was little of what had began in the day remaining. If Albedo was more of what he was at the moment, he'd say it was almost a waste. It had started so nicely with that hot-headed red-haired girl. And instantly poured downward like so much rain. The boy could vaguely recall his younger sibling at the shift before, a touch like a temptation--but now. It had held too much like an injury. Too raw. Too fragile. Because before all of that, Rubedo had ( ... )

moral_liberty December 31 2009, 17:31:42 UTC

Kaworu watched the figure out of the corner of his eye. He wove through the room as if he barely registered where he was, and it was something Kaworu understood. Sometimes, the world of the Lilim was so difficult to reach, even when he was wrapped up in it so tightly that he couldn't see anything else. He doubted this boy had the same problems of perception and isolation, but the cause did not need to match for a parallel to be made.

His playing slowed until it died out entirely. The intricacies of a Lilim were still more interesting than a song. He knew his music, down to its architecture, but the small figure that had collapsed nearby was completely new. Something to be learned. If he could know it, then it was the closest he could possibly be.

"Time pushes forward in spite of our exhaustion," he said to the boy. "One must match its pace, or be left to its mercy." He paused a beat. "Why are you sad?"

purpletaint January 1 2010, 01:19:18 UTC

The music stopped, stopped, and where had it went but oblivion. He made a sound like one in pain, then cut off. There were words being said, close and nearby, and where Albedo would have ignored them outright, the speaker spoke too true to the past events, even if he couldn't have known. Time pushes forward ( ... )

moral_liberty January 1 2010, 17:04:06 UTC

Kaworu smiled down at the boy with matching hair, as had been pointed out to him. There were undercurrents of sympathy, as well as curiosity. He tilted his head, listening to what the Lilim had to say ( ... )

purpletaint January 3 2010, 21:50:31 UTC

One to speak in rhyme, and the other in verse. Should he fall back onto lines to be spoken, danced out in details? It'd be funny, amusing, if Albedo could focus on it. The music had started up again, slower, and for some reason this made his skin itch. It wasn't the song playing, no; more the Song missing. How he had wasted that night.

The other's words were both correct and completely wrong. "It freezes," he retorted emotionlessly. "Time halts and stops, like love. From there it stagnates, becoming too much like a destruction filled with hate."

Again, Albedo looked up at the boy. "Sometimes living isn't an accurate explanation for what one is doing. And sometimes enduring isn't completely in one's own control." His eyes dropped, he considered the floor. "Sometimes happiness is linked to despair, and you--" mourn its loss, the simplicity of what had been "--realize that it's beyond you." The boy blinked, spoke softer as if to himself without any humor. "...But I already knew that."

moral_liberty January 4 2010, 06:51:20 UTC

Kaworu listened, taking in the words and trying to put them back together. The other boy's speech was broken, filtered through past experiences and a mind that perceived the world in a way Kaworu could not explain.

And yet, Kaworu recognized this sentiment. To be alone was to be in pain. To open oneself up to love was to be in pain. And so the Lilim curled in on themselves, pushing others out, finding no comfort and no escape from the trap they had created. When he smiled at Albedo, it was with sincere affection and sympathy.

"Many Lilim fear that," he murmured kindly, but he was distracted as he looked at the boy's face. There were many times when he felt tired, and his mind would lose faces, but this resemblance was uncanny.

"I know your face," he said aloud, fascinated and attentive.

purpletaint January 4 2010, 20:32:45 UTC

The subject already felt dry. The responses that seemed to flow churned backwards to stifle him. Albedo couldn't... There was no way he could... --He felt like he was choking, choking on embers to seal his throat, dissolving into ashes. But even that sensation could not fail to remind him--no matter his twin's time, Albedo's still remained stagnant. Unchanging, undying, unless-- And if ( ... )

moral_liberty January 5 2010, 19:29:14 UTC

"Of those two, he must be blood," Kaworu mused, the vaguest of amusement showing in his eyes. "His name is Junior, and if it were not for the colors, I would think you the same being."

Conversations with the redheaded boy had been scarce, but Kaworu remembered him as kind, warm, and unlike many he had crossed paths with. The infinite possibilities with Lilim made them all different, and although he knew this, Kaworu found it irresistible to compare them. It was a fool's exercise, but he looked for Shinji in every one of them, and marveled when they did something he hadn't expected.

"He shares my room," Kaworu further elaborated, running his fingers over the keys as his mind momentarily wandered elsewhere.

purpletaint January 6 2010, 00:18:21 UTC

The other's words clashed and slid against each other, waves pushed against. There was a moment where reality fled form, and nothing about the moment was real. The place he currently resided, the being before him, everything that had happened before, and everything in the process. Everything in the future. There was nothing left but what was lacking.

...Junior... Hmm....

Albedo's hands found his knees; the nails dug in in furrows, a pattern of release and grasping. He didn't notice. A newer piece of his mind was already on automatic, seeking something he wouldn't find. "Yes," the boy murmured. "He would be blood." His eyes glanced to the other, something furtive in the expression. "Your room is M34?"

If so... If so, Rubedo had another name that he was hiding behind. Albedo bit his lip. Oh, interesting, right? It should be. Should it make sense, too? His twin was from the future. So another name should be the least of Albedo's thoughts. But again, something hidden. Something more, after everything. Why was he still surprised? Why ( ... )

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