Ah, but the darling dear was effortlessly wrong, now wasn't he? Albedo giggled, laughter ricocheting, but seemed for the moment content to have Nigredo's hand on him, content to nuzzle into Nigredo's lap. "Loved me?" he asked, and sounded sincere in his wonderings, despite the edge of melodiousness starting to seep through. "He told me?" The surprise was feigned and obvious, as obvious as the fact that he did not hold to what Nigredo had said
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The humming paused for a beat, an exhale sounding like a moan coming forth instead. Then he continued the song as if he hadn't stopped. "Maybe I want to be the one to kill him"... Was it? Mm, that sounded nice. Nicer as Albedo knew quite well how efficient a tool Nigredo could be in that manner. The Standards, that man... Nigredo had destroyed them all absolutely and perfectly, with none left in his wake. The boy shivered in delight. And what kind of face would Nigredo make, once he'd accomplished his heart's black yearning?
Again, Albedo nuzzled his face softly into Nigredo's stomach, fingers grasping his brother's leg. "Will you? Will you really?" Kill that one. Lose it entirely. Give into temptation and want. Albedo bit his lip, inhaling sharply as his eyes fluttered shut in delight. "...Can I watch?"
A thrum of pleasure passed between waveforms, and in his collapsed state, Nigredo lacked the capacity for selectivity. He, therefore, mistook the entirety of desires as all his own, accepting sensations as integral, as central to his being. "Will you really?" Kill his roommate from uncontrolled impulses. That one had already violated what was forbidden. He had invaded, had broken what was whole into parts and pieces. He had made Nigredo think less of his brothers--offered ends so casually as if by his hand alone, Nigredo would--
It was a bit simple, really. A little more than obvious to one who could read waveforms and their underlying currents. He wished to kill Sync, but by now, it came as a little more than necessity. He desired equal exchange, the snapping of bones and uncontrolled tears. To take what had been taken from him, to deal justice to one so deserved. Ah. It should have tipped him off, really. When he had crooned about his winnings over dinner, he should have known all he wanted for that one was to--
It was obvious to anyone with a mind for it what was going on, and Albedo was a different person he'd likely have backed up from their connection when he recognized. Albedo was but only himself, however, and he had no intention of leaving any distance between, even if his mindset was affecting another. He could obviously make it worse, but he didn't move to do so. In the end, Nigredo was affecting Albedo as much as the opposite, and even if he rationalized that Nigredo's desires might not be that strong, they were in this moment
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Nice came as subjective. Death was death, and even as he embraced this state and shivered in Albedo's touch, Nigredo felt its weight. Should he succeed or fail, he would never come out of it unscathed. He would change--for worse or better, he did not know. The boy could not say. But if--
A thought slipped into his mind, a piece falling into place. Murder to forgive the want of suicide. An equal exchange of a previous wrong. It rang only of logic, of duty if one gave it proper thought. Somehow, Nigredo was willing to entertain the prospect. He drew his arm out to touch a hand to Albedo's hair, wonder written in his eyes.
{Would that...} A pause. {Would that be sufficient?} For forgiveness, at least.
The shiver didn't go unnoticed, but it was more Nigredo's sending that drew Albedo's attention. Baby brother had picked up on something, mm? Something that all Albedo had to do was give an affirmation, and Nigredo would work to accomplish it. It was easily seen. Too far easily seen how fractured the youngest was at this moment. It was a state he recognized, a state familiar, and for that, Albedo knew. Some of what transpired tonight would ingrain as truth, absolute and undefinable. Yes. If Nigredo was anything at all like him, that was what would transpire
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Among the shards that remained of his consciousness, housed within the child's subconscious domain, was a facet eternally constant, so ingrained as to stay indestructible. And among the wreck that was himself, Nigredo recognized a contradiction. For attributing the desire to him, Albedo had touched on a paradox. To urge the younger to kill for selfish gain, the elder had set aside an immovable fact, and it was enough to solidify what had been broken
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Again, Albedo nuzzled his face softly into Nigredo's stomach, fingers grasping his brother's leg. "Will you? Will you really?" Kill that one. Lose it entirely. Give into temptation and want. Albedo bit his lip, inhaling sharply as his eyes fluttered shut in delight. "...Can I watch?"
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It was a bit simple, really. A little more than obvious to one who could read waveforms and their underlying currents. He wished to kill Sync, but by now, it came as a little more than necessity. He desired equal exchange, the snapping of bones and uncontrolled tears. To take what had been taken from him, to deal justice to one so deserved. Ah. It should have tipped him off, really. When he had crooned about his winnings over dinner, he should have known all he wanted for that one was to--
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A thought slipped into his mind, a piece falling into place. Murder to forgive the want of suicide. An equal exchange of a previous wrong. It rang only of logic, of duty if one gave it proper thought. Somehow, Nigredo was willing to entertain the prospect. He drew his arm out to touch a hand to Albedo's hair, wonder written in his eyes.
{Would that...} A pause. {Would that be sufficient?} For forgiveness, at least.
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