How We Choose The Framing Of The Scene
Who: Aya Brea and the Heart of Nautilus.
What: Look at everything around us and look at everything we’ve done.
Where: The Heart.
When: May 14th; Saturday evening.
Notes: Soundtrack Start.
Resolutions have been sought and gambled. What she needs now is absolution. Freedom to know that she has willingly done all that she possibly can. That, even if this is the end of the line, whether she lingers here in this dwelling of insanity or move on to the next life (whatever that may be), she is free to do so on her own accord-and no one else’s.
She is tired; she is weary. She cannot keep herself standing any longer. Her feet do not touch the ground, but rather, they drag; her toes sliding across the concrete street as her arms dangle at her sides, her head lolling against her shoulder. Eyes don’t focus quite right; she is seeing things in strange shapes and colors; nothing like she’s ever perceived before.
Fire smolders against the surface of her skin.
Images begin to twist and contort.
If she isn’t already dead, then she is dying. If she needed to breathe, she would be drowning in it right now. But she doesn’t, neither does she ever need to.
The slowness of time brings to a stunning stop as her form approaches a halt at her inevitable destination. Her head shifts, eyes lifting upwards towards the sight. The very center of the city bears before her, the Heart extending out to her in a way. Or maybe it’s the other way around, and she is the one crying out to it, desperately flailing for a single grasp of a minute longer for some semblance of a life, or a mere existence. In any case, she is the one who has sought aid from the city.
Others have already tried for her sake. Orihime and Rukia offered their assistance with creating a body, and that failed. Mitham had allowed her to borrow his body for a short period of time, rather than chastised her for it. Isaac allowed her that window of opportunity to speak out to those around her, even if it happened against his own will (and she regrets that. If there is ever any end to this maze, she reminds herself to apologize to him for that). It isn’t much, but it’s got to be enough, if she wishes to move on. Right?
The city groans from the ground and the air and every little particle within it. The whispers of the emptiness in time and space: She’s here. She exists and yet she does not. But in the end, does something like her even reserve the right to persist? If possible, if even the slightest, smallest window of opportunity made itself available to her, should she even take it?
i dont want to disappear
She reaches out-not just with her hands but her entire being extending towards the Heart. She remembers this place and what emerges from it. What the Heart guards. What it means to the city. Oddly enough, she can feel it coursing through her. It feels like some form of life reach back at her, through her, touching her. It’s nice, relieving, releasing. Her desire to communicate with it extends her voice out, hopefully enough to make contact with the Heart. It’s a risk, but it’s also one that she’s willing to take. Because in the end, she remembers what she’s willing to put at stake here: Her family. Those that mean something and everything to her. And what she wouldn’t give to see them again.
Though she come to terms with her fate, though she held her arms out while accepting the bullet in her chest (The only one who can end this is you), she does not want it to end like this. And certainly not here. Not when Nautilus has proven to offer her an alternative. One that she’s more than willing to take. And she wants it. More than anything. She wants to feel her own skin touch the world. She wants to touch her husband’s face and tell him that she is alive. She wants to embrace the sorrowful girl who looks like her and tell her that everything will be okay.
What she desires, more than anything, is her family.
Nautilus.
Her tone is calm when she sends it off to the Heart, though firm and understanding.
I need you. I need a favor. And I think you’re the only one who can help me.
Silence.
Please. Talk to me.
What: Look at everything around us and look at everything we’ve done.
Where: The Heart.
When: May 14th; Saturday evening.
Notes: Soundtrack Start.
Resolutions have been sought and gambled. What she needs now is absolution. Freedom to know that she has willingly done all that she possibly can. That, even if this is the end of the line, whether she lingers here in this dwelling of insanity or move on to the next life (whatever that may be), she is free to do so on her own accord-and no one else’s.
She is tired; she is weary. She cannot keep herself standing any longer. Her feet do not touch the ground, but rather, they drag; her toes sliding across the concrete street as her arms dangle at her sides, her head lolling against her shoulder. Eyes don’t focus quite right; she is seeing things in strange shapes and colors; nothing like she’s ever perceived before.
Fire smolders against the surface of her skin.
Images begin to twist and contort.
If she isn’t already dead, then she is dying. If she needed to breathe, she would be drowning in it right now. But she doesn’t, neither does she ever need to.
The slowness of time brings to a stunning stop as her form approaches a halt at her inevitable destination. Her head shifts, eyes lifting upwards towards the sight. The very center of the city bears before her, the Heart extending out to her in a way. Or maybe it’s the other way around, and she is the one crying out to it, desperately flailing for a single grasp of a minute longer for some semblance of a life, or a mere existence. In any case, she is the one who has sought aid from the city.
Others have already tried for her sake. Orihime and Rukia offered their assistance with creating a body, and that failed. Mitham had allowed her to borrow his body for a short period of time, rather than chastised her for it. Isaac allowed her that window of opportunity to speak out to those around her, even if it happened against his own will (and she regrets that. If there is ever any end to this maze, she reminds herself to apologize to him for that). It isn’t much, but it’s got to be enough, if she wishes to move on. Right?
The city groans from the ground and the air and every little particle within it. The whispers of the emptiness in time and space: She’s here. She exists and yet she does not. But in the end, does something like her even reserve the right to persist? If possible, if even the slightest, smallest window of opportunity made itself available to her, should she even take it?
i dont want to disappear
She reaches out-not just with her hands but her entire being extending towards the Heart. She remembers this place and what emerges from it. What the Heart guards. What it means to the city. Oddly enough, she can feel it coursing through her. It feels like some form of life reach back at her, through her, touching her. It’s nice, relieving, releasing. Her desire to communicate with it extends her voice out, hopefully enough to make contact with the Heart. It’s a risk, but it’s also one that she’s willing to take. Because in the end, she remembers what she’s willing to put at stake here: Her family. Those that mean something and everything to her. And what she wouldn’t give to see them again.
Though she come to terms with her fate, though she held her arms out while accepting the bullet in her chest (The only one who can end this is you), she does not want it to end like this. And certainly not here. Not when Nautilus has proven to offer her an alternative. One that she’s more than willing to take. And she wants it. More than anything. She wants to feel her own skin touch the world. She wants to touch her husband’s face and tell him that she is alive. She wants to embrace the sorrowful girl who looks like her and tell her that everything will be okay.
What she desires, more than anything, is her family.
Nautilus.
Her tone is calm when she sends it off to the Heart, though firm and understanding.
I need you. I need a favor. And I think you’re the only one who can help me.
Silence.
Please. Talk to me.