Forty-fifth rebirth [Video]

[death_begins]

I remember-

[]

I remember when a boy with bones through his ear touched my forehead and smeared blood across my cheek. I remember- lying in a bed of flowers, staring up at the sky, and thinking... terrible things. Things that would have made the boy cry.

[He's quiet again, thoughtful.]

Shards of glass are coming together, but the mirror is still cracked. The patterns are untraceable. [Glancing down toward the PCD screen, his eyes unfocused as he tries to make out his reflection in the plastic. ]

...I want to sit by the fire and roast the day's kill. I want to wrestle my brothers again. I- I want to win the war. [A pause. Yuca bites his lip.] But I- I can't remember what I look like. My brothers are dead, my mothers are dead- here are their graves, and yet- I can't see myself standing before them.

[He's deeply troubled by this- trying to put pieces together, only to have the single, important vein of it missing, like a cold blue marble without threads of white to interlock the colors together.]

It's a waiting game now.

[ It's... like it's stuck permanently on that. Yuca's expression itself looks rather blank, as he stares toward the PCD screen, fiddling with it a little. The ellipses move and are replaced with- more ellipses.

He pages through the recent posts, aware that the feed is being recorded, but still too- absent to really care.]

Adstringendum. A shard- I think it's the present, but then again, everything is. Everything happens simultaneously. I remember- growing flowers of my own. After him.

[]

Your kindness is insane. It's what brings everything forward, it stops the endless motion and- I can find the ground when I'm talking to you.

...Rain.

[

He finally smiles. He remembers him. Maybe not as much as he should, he's still not a full soul yet, but he knows him.]

Rain, can you come home now? I think I miss you.

Comments

[Video]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[There isn't much he can say to; he doesn't have the energy for striking up a conversation right now, anyway. Haggard vampire, man.

But he smiles, absolutely weak with relief, when Rain is mentioned.]

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Horst.

[A little hesitant smile.]

How are you?

[Video]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Good.

[The PCD is expertly angled awaaay from Horst's bubble.]

And you? Better and worse, I'd imagine....

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

In a sense, yes.

[

His voice still has that- faraway quality to it.]

You look tired.

[Video]

[dreams-are-mine.livejournal.com]

[Weirdo alert.]

I think you need help, mister.

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Are you offering? You helped me before, but I don't think you'd remember.

[Video]

[dreams-are-mine.livejournal.com]

I don't. How did I help?

[Video]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Are you feeling any better? I've been worried about you.

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Worse, I think. But I'm doing better.

Re: [Video]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

I don't really understand. Your video sounded confusing, too.

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

Yuca. You look much better.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Do I? I feel worse.

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[Raven smiles slightly.] Remembering is never easy. But it's a good thing.

[bunny_flower]

I am glad to hear this, Yuca-san.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

To hear what?

[bunny_flower]

That you miss Rain-san.

[Video]

[al_truism]

I'm glad you're feeling a little better.

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

...Why does everyong assume that? I'm not.

[Video]

[al_truism]

Do you feel worse?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Yuca.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Sorry- who's this?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Break.

[Video]

[freyasknight.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't know Yuca as well as Yuca seems to know him, but at the very least, Rain misses having a family. No, he knows he misses Yuca too. Sometimes he's just not entirely sure why.]

I can.

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[It's alright, Rain- Yuca doesn't know you too much either, except for the warm, bubbly feeling he gets when he remembers the cherry tree and the long conversations about life. And how kind Rain was- he remembers that. But not specifics, not quite.]

I- I'd like that a lot.

[Video]

[freyasknight.livejournal.com]

[Rain fiddles with something off camera, the tiniest of frowns on his face as he thinks, like he doesn't even know he's doing it.]

I'd like that too Fa--Yuca.