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death_begins) wrote2011-02-12 11:52 pm
death_begins) wrote2011-02-12 11:52 pm
Entry tags:
- *event,
- experimentation yay,
- falling in love with flowers,
- here comes the crazy train,
- i'm also a priest on sundays,
- idkmybff rain,
- immortality sucks,
- not exactly as planned,
- small rain is small,
- so out of it i don't even,
- souls are very fickle things,
- the future sucks,
- too many memories,
- voices from the past,
- who's the knight now?,
- ~alphonse elric,
- ~horst cabal,
- ~rain jewlitt,
- ~raven,
- ~retsu unohana,
- ~rhode kamelot,
- ~tsukino usagi (sailor moon),
- ~xerxes break
Forty-fifth rebirth [Video]
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.
[
]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.
[Video]
I'd like that too Fa--Yuca.
[Video]
[Wanting to see him as soon as possible- though Yuca isn't quite back to his old self yet.]
[Video]
Do you remember where?
[Video]
[Video]
[He takes a breath.]
You remember how to follow coordinates, right?
[Video]
[Oh, how their roles have changed.]
[Video]
I'm gonna send you coordinates in a minute. Then you need to press the button next to the yellow one on the side.
The map should come up and tell you where to go.
[Video]
[Studying the PCD then, pursing his lips a little.]
...alright. I can do that.
[Video]
...okay, I just sent it.
[Video]
[Video]
Can we- can I just sit next to you for a little while? Please?
[Video]
I'd really like that, Rain.
[Video]
[Video] -> [Offline]
[A half an hour or so later, Yuca is tentatively knocking on the door.]
[Offline]
So he smiles as sweetly as he can manage, steps outside, and shuts the door behind him.]
You found it.
[Offline]
I found you.
[In his memories, in his nightmares. There will always be a part of Yuca that needs Rain, a deeper piece of himself that not even Kurotsuchi himself is able to find. Spiritually, mentally, needing him. And oh, how he remembers now the quiet little boy that he met in the flower garden, the child that did all the chores because he loved everyone. He remembered the haphazard little hugs growing up, the laughter, the long talks about death under the cherry tree.
How he always grounded himself back to that moment, falling asleep against Rain as he slowly sounded out the words in the bible.]