[preview] for a voice that can't be heard
Need some opinions, sorry. This is ShinraCelty, s-so. Yeah. ///;
for a voice that can't be heard
Shinra’s been in love with her since the first moment he saw her, shadows and watery light and a cloak over a head that didn’t exist.
He’s been in love with her since the first cut and the trembling fingertips, blood spilled simply to be reabsorbed in a process that he didn’t understand then-but, he still doesn’t understand it.
(He assumes this means he isn’t meant to. Like so many things, he isn’t meant to understand this either.
With someone like her, he supposes he should be used to it.
- mysteries and moonbeams and Victorian dresses in the cargo hold .)
.
She makes time pass like it’s a blur, doesn’t even pay attention, he thinks. Time doesn’t matter to her. (she has far too much of it.)
.
Sometimes, there are things he wishes he could experience with her: things like having a vocal conversation, things like growing old together, things like children-
But then he remembers how much more important just being with her is, and he can smile and ignore the small details.
(for every word not heard he smiles until his cheeks hurt because it’s all he can do to reassure her.)
.
He’s sure that her head is beautiful. Most mythical creatures tend to be beautiful (although one could argue-well, he won’t go into that), after all. But he still wishes - prays - for her not to find it.
Shinra’s thought far too much about the consequences of her finding it, and far too often these fantasies end with him alone. She says that won’t happen but he says you don’t know that for sure while trying to keep his voice light, but he can still feel the tightness in the undertone.
It isn’t lost on her and her shoulders stiffen. Her fingers twitch as thought she wants to respond, but he knows he’s made her upset, so he isn’t surprised when she whirls around and the front door slams seven seconds later.
.
Maybe it makes him a villain how there’s a part of him that’s willing to hide her head from her forever to keep her with him, but the other part of him holds him back and says no, clearly, firmly, with a hand over his own mouth, no.
.
Ever since he was young, from a time before he needed glasses and before he wore a lab coat, he loved her.
Ever since that first glimpse of her, sailing home with his father, he wanted to know everything about her.
Everything about her and everything about her world and everything he would never be able to see.
.
There’s something in the cargo hold, he said to his father, tugging on the older man’s sleeve. If he wasn’t so selfish, maybe he would regret it.
Instead he says now, isn’t he a terrible father? because he isn’t nice enough to feel bad about what happened to her, because if it hadn’t happened, she wouldn’t be here now. (With him.)
.
Maybe I’m afraid of beautiful things, he says once about her head.
She types furiously, because she’s as tired of this almost-fight as he is, that’s not funny, Shinra.
He says softly, forcing a chuckle into the words, I wasn’t trying to be funny.
I'm just a little nervous about this piece because I-I'm not sure if this is OOC for Shinra or not. It felt right to me while I was writing it, but that was at like. One in the morning, so I'm uncertain. I want to continue this piece, but I really would like some opinions on it. So... yeah.
Anyone have anything to tell me? It's terrible, badly written, too confusing? 8D; At this point I'm so uncertain I'll take anything.
for a voice that can't be heard
Shinra’s been in love with her since the first moment he saw her, shadows and watery light and a cloak over a head that didn’t exist.
He’s been in love with her since the first cut and the trembling fingertips, blood spilled simply to be reabsorbed in a process that he didn’t understand then-but, he still doesn’t understand it.
(He assumes this means he isn’t meant to. Like so many things, he isn’t meant to understand this either.
With someone like her, he supposes he should be used to it.
- mysteries and moonbeams and Victorian dresses in the cargo hold .)
.
She makes time pass like it’s a blur, doesn’t even pay attention, he thinks. Time doesn’t matter to her. (she has far too much of it.)
.
Sometimes, there are things he wishes he could experience with her: things like having a vocal conversation, things like growing old together, things like children-
But then he remembers how much more important just being with her is, and he can smile and ignore the small details.
(for every word not heard he smiles until his cheeks hurt because it’s all he can do to reassure her.)
.
He’s sure that her head is beautiful. Most mythical creatures tend to be beautiful (although one could argue-well, he won’t go into that), after all. But he still wishes - prays - for her not to find it.
Shinra’s thought far too much about the consequences of her finding it, and far too often these fantasies end with him alone. She says that won’t happen but he says you don’t know that for sure while trying to keep his voice light, but he can still feel the tightness in the undertone.
It isn’t lost on her and her shoulders stiffen. Her fingers twitch as thought she wants to respond, but he knows he’s made her upset, so he isn’t surprised when she whirls around and the front door slams seven seconds later.
.
Maybe it makes him a villain how there’s a part of him that’s willing to hide her head from her forever to keep her with him, but the other part of him holds him back and says no, clearly, firmly, with a hand over his own mouth, no.
.
Ever since he was young, from a time before he needed glasses and before he wore a lab coat, he loved her.
Ever since that first glimpse of her, sailing home with his father, he wanted to know everything about her.
Everything about her and everything about her world and everything he would never be able to see.
.
There’s something in the cargo hold, he said to his father, tugging on the older man’s sleeve. If he wasn’t so selfish, maybe he would regret it.
Instead he says now, isn’t he a terrible father? because he isn’t nice enough to feel bad about what happened to her, because if it hadn’t happened, she wouldn’t be here now. (With him.)
.
Maybe I’m afraid of beautiful things, he says once about her head.
She types furiously, because she’s as tired of this almost-fight as he is, that’s not funny, Shinra.
He says softly, forcing a chuckle into the words, I wasn’t trying to be funny.
I'm just a little nervous about this piece because I-I'm not sure if this is OOC for Shinra or not. It felt right to me while I was writing it, but that was at like. One in the morning, so I'm uncertain. I want to continue this piece, but I really would like some opinions on it. So... yeah.
Anyone have anything to tell me? It's terrible, badly written, too confusing? 8D; At this point I'm so uncertain I'll take anything.