It was all right if Watanuki didn't have the energy to make his footsteps louder; Break wasn't relying on them anyway. He trailed a ways behind Watanuki, leaning heavily on his cane and running his free hand along the wall. It was funny; it felt like a waterfall cascading just above the surface, wet and strangely warm despite the ambient temperatures. Break couldn't bring himself to be surprised. The house did like to change the décor on them, and there had been stranger things than a hallway with waterfall walls. Or perhaps it was just a hallucination? Either way, he didn't particularly mind. He needed the walls to feel his way around, so they may as well be interesting. It was shameful, perhaps, groping at things like a blind man, but he could hardly pretend to be sighted anymore. Everyone knows you can't see with no eyes
( ... )
His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "Yes. It's just starting. The sky is barely pink, but it's starting already. It's snowing. It's piling up in banks and drifting against the house. It's strangely beautiful. Things shouldn't be pretty here, but they are. It's weird. If they wanted to break us, why give us something to enjoy as well? I can see some of the other islands." It was beautiful. The window under his cheek was cold and oddly soothing against the heat of his face, comforting despite the biting chill. This was real, wasn't it? This had to be real, not just a memory he had made up. Not just something he had dredged up from that horribly awful wonderful moment of coming into existence.
If I'm not real, then is anything I experience real?"This room has heat. It's the only one. Everything else is broken and wrong, but this room has heat..." His voice was soft, lacking any sort of emotional reaction to the words. "It's weird, isn't it
( ... )
Break tried to picture the view as Watanuki described it, but all he could come up with were images of the Rainsworth gardens in the winter. Still, a long and coherent monologue. Watanuki was real this time. It had become almost automatic, sorting these things out. There was Luffy's whine and soft fur against his leg (real), the murmur of a crowd off in the corner (not real), the unusual smokeless heat of the room (real?), and a quiet noise like a weak breeze (not real.) Whether they were categorized properly was not his concern. He had worried constantly for the first few days, but slowly come to realize that it didn't matter most of the time, and he could assume one until it was proven the other. What was the worst that could happen? He might assume that a real terror was imagined, and then he'd be horribly maimed and die. But then he'd come back to life, and it would be like nothing had ever happened.
He stood up at Luffy's prompting and followed him to a plush couch (real) which he lay down on, stretching across the whole thing
( ... )
It was pretty. He liked the view. Some part of him wanted to be outside, being part of it.
Another, more sane and rational, pointed out that it was a good thing the house hadn't vanished when there was snow outside. Although they probably wouldn't have been near as thirsty.
"Magic." Hitsuzen. "Magic makes it's own rules." He remembered that, even if he didn't remember the person (a woman?) who had told him that. "Magic can't always be explained by the conventional rules of the universe." Magic against his skin, a wish, a wish. "Don't Disappear."
He swallowed the sigh that wanted to escape, trying to find something more pleasant to remember. He had a fairly short list. He remembered...making tomato sandwiches in the kitchen, chatting happily with the little Ninja-child. His name is Sasuke. And I died for him once. He flinched, rubbing his forehead, turning to look at Break
( ... )
Normally, Break would have objected to the idea that magic can't be explained; it did have its own rules, but it held fast to them and acted in predictable ways. Even the house. He hadn't meant it was inexplicable, exactly. He had meant the rooms probably could be explained, but it would be inefficient. Better to find the force behind it all, which might get them out and would also explain these minor oddities. But it wasn't worth arguing right now, particularly when the rules of reality in general seemed to be taking a vacation
( ... )
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If I'm not real, then is anything I experience real?"This room has heat. It's the only one. Everything else is broken and wrong, but this room has heat..." His voice was soft, lacking any sort of emotional reaction to the words. "It's weird, isn't it ( ... )
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He stood up at Luffy's prompting and followed him to a plush couch (real) which he lay down on, stretching across the whole thing ( ... )
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Another, more sane and rational, pointed out that it was a good thing the house hadn't vanished when there was snow outside. Although they probably wouldn't have been near as thirsty.
"Magic." Hitsuzen. "Magic makes it's own rules." He remembered that, even if he didn't remember the person (a woman?) who had told him that. "Magic can't always be explained by the conventional rules of the universe." Magic against his skin, a wish, a wish. "Don't Disappear."
He swallowed the sigh that wanted to escape, trying to find something more pleasant to remember. He had a fairly short list. He remembered...making tomato sandwiches in the kitchen, chatting happily with the little Ninja-child. His name is Sasuke. And I died for him once. He flinched, rubbing his forehead, turning to look at Break ( ... )
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