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 Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:56 pm
The sky was blue.
Xion sat in the hallway window watching the stars twinkle out in the dark night sky. Well, it wasn't entirely dark, she amended, for there was still a brush of lighter blue on the horizon and a haze of pink pollution out near the left of her viewing area. The thoughts that stirred up through the glass caused her to hum in faint laughter, even as her strangly vacant eyes bubbled with a hint of fear. It was gone as soon as it'd come, and the pink kitten just swayed on the window ledge to the beat of some unheard melody.
Further and further she swayed, looking as if she'd fall at any moment. She'd only spent a day as a cat, thus far, her balance shouldn't have been so good and yet here it was, keeping her from the teetering edge by a thread. "The other thread was cut not snapped," She sing-songed to her thoughts with a twittering bird-like laugh.
Humming began to interfere with her swaying, the sound broken and somehow haunting. Suddenly, Xion threw herself back to flop bonelessly against the corner of the window ledge, sinking down there and letting her eyes gaze out sightlessly down the dark hallway. Zeon wasn't anywhere to be found, so she didn't have anyone to talk to... not that that was a problem. In a hundred other possibilities, various creatures walked the hall even though they didn't. The horn on her head glowed a little brighter, sheading a supernatural light upon her tiny form before it died again and she saw straight.
"I would the night was black."
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 11:02 pm
It was always too dark.
Tsuix, himself, when finally brought to live in this body - one that felt nearly exactly as it did only previously so - as he thought he had felt he was, did not like how the world 'felt' to him. Maybe it was those pesky personality flaws that somehow found their way into his usually empty soul. One without a heart should not feel, or so the nobodies would usually say - and it was true, before this, he only expressed personality, wants, needs, feelings of dred, whatever.
But now he felt them and he wasn't sure if he hated them or not. He blamed AntiSora - the infectious little heart of someone who was probably missing him. Well whatever, now that heart was his.
Upon hearing the voice of another possible heartbearing creature within the building, Tsuix (As he liked being known, his 'title" was so long...) peered around the corner, eyebrows raised as he caught the tail's end of the musing of the other, blue and black eyes staring at her, before the question hit his ears - one that he couldn't help but answer in regards.
"Black would just be a sorrowful state, but is much better to dress the stars in - makes them more royal and awe-inspiring." he murmured, a fragment of memory his heart left when it went with it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 11:18 pm
At first Xion didn't seem to acknowledge the other kitten whom had entered the room. She simply stared o ut into the hall same as before, not moving or really making a sound further than her previous statement. After what seemed like an an awfully long time, she answered in a voice so quiet she might have been talking to herself except that the words seemed to fit, in a strange sort of way, with his. "The night is supposed to be black. But its blue. Blue, blue blue... like everything else. All the pretty stars go 'boom' but we see them. Death radiates from above, falling on us, coving us with blood long washed away, but we worship it."
For a mere second her eyes focused on Tsuix as she raised her head, then Xion turned to look out the window once more. Her strange, high pitched giggle bounced off the walls, then she sighed softly after it as one might when they were truly happy. "The flying mice retured to their tea pots but the song they left remains, hovering above us; blue, like everything else. I want it to go away."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:13 am
There were a bunch of feelings that the nobody still was without, and fear and uncerntanty were definitally a couple of them - good or bad, he wasn't sure about yet. Looking down upon himself, he couldn't help but chuckle a flatnote when noticed that he - too- was blue, as he looked up once again to the other one, heeding to her words.
"If the sky were black, then the stars would be too sultry and those with kind eyes would look away - for there would be no comfort in their mothering light - be it death wails or not. But not all is blue, at one point of day, it all becomes red. Then what?" He murmured in curiousity, the sly grin showed off whatever emotions were infecting his form, they itched and made his face twitch whenever he felt them bubble up into the dark crevice that one's held his heart.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:21 am
Xion shook her head. Frustration was growing inside of her again. Even in this new place no one understood her, no one talked sense! Why was it that she was the only one who breathed air? "Blue remains, every one is drowning in it! Talking talking talking, mouths flap like fishes swimming in dirt. All talk but no one ever says anything..."
The last word ended on a high note, much more tearful than excited. Tears suddenly pricked her eyes and the female laid herself down on the window ledge, blinking mornfully. "Its all a dollhouse and they laugh. Dress you up and take you out, parade you down the street, and its all blue. They'll swim their lives away and never realize it."
Xion sighed. Her horn glowed softly, a slow pulse, right as her emotions seemed to dry up. She lifted her head and turned it towards the blue kitten she was with. "You don't have the right to be here. Crawl from the ground and shake off the dirt, you still don't have a right to stand without a beat. It isn't sense."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:41 am
Upon hearing her, that one feeling, confusion, started to bubble up just very little so, which made him shake his head rapidly and make a growlish sound before it died down, being replaced by the feeling he couldn't remember what was named. R something. Never the less, he kept his muzzle shut until she finished her talk.
And then it hit him when she had said her last sentance, about the fact that he shouldn't be here, and it made him shy ever so - the cover frowned and looked away, before thinking of a suitable answer for the lost one, his glowing eye flitting across the ground before wavering and then setting itself back on the red and pink she.
"I never said it was sense - I don't even understand it either. I do not feel, and yet, at the same time I feel a little. But it does not deny me a right to be - even without a key part of myself. I will just find another that will suit me."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:53 am
Despite the fact that her eyes rarely focused on anything, Xion's likely could have born holes into him for a moment. THen she blinked and the glow of her horn dulled, and the female's expression turned confused. She didn't answer what he said, and instead jumped down off of the window. From the second she'd "hatched" from her book, Xion had had complete control over her form. She wasn't really sure why, nor did Zeon, her cover, have any clue about it--he still had a hard time with the four legged balancing. Perhaps it was the fact that Xion gave it about as much consideration as she gave anything, which was another way of saying that she didn't think about it in the slightest.
The female padded quietly over to Tsuix, looking as though she had completely forgotten he was there for her gaze went through him like he didn't exist. She watched as he took a million different actions, and spoke an uncountable number of different phrases before she stopped before him and knew that he'd chosen silence and stillness. In return the suddenly somber book put her nose against his and watched his blue eyes with her own.
... "star shine, bright blue waters drip the essense of life and yet it hasn't lived for no melody can play without a beat. Nah may gwon-shee. Sense isn't always needed, but you might want to breath air, you're not a fish so you may drown."
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:30 pm
It was almost a blessing that the heart he was bound to did not accidentally infuse some feelings in him, for if he had control of them, he probably would have gone off the wall by now. Instead, he sat there, nose to nose with the strange one , his own eyes searching into the heart of her - which only showed him the chaos and uncertainty that glowed from the outside.
"It once beat a beautiful tune, before my time in another form. That one has evaded me since I became what one sees now. I do not see the importance in air, for I do not truely know fear or worry." he murmured in responce, unsure if he understood her sentance, the cover's tail flickering softly behind him.
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