act and react; speak and follow. [open]
Who: purpletaint and whoever!
What: Let's internalize, pieces and part, of what comprises us; what moves us forward.
Where: Wherever you want to be.
When: The current event. Now.
Continued from here. There exists massive tl;dr within.
The laughter died into gasps, giggles still slipping out in the sighs. Rubedo? Rubedo here? And wasn't that faulty. Seeing what there wasn't... Wasn't that the pattern? And here, there had been his twin before him, glancing over his shoulder to then keep walking away. Unlike the Conflict. Unlike Rubedo backing to stay in sight, this time, he only cast scornful eyes and continued.
And here, despite all of Albedo's intentions, despite his foundation contrived from a solitary belief in his own superiority and hate, here was but a faulty step--his other heart was viewed and Albedo shattered near perfectly without a thought. How trite. How completely and positively common.
Still, it existed as it was. Was he still only a child, attached by far to the one who had thrown him away?
"He never loved you, Albedo. You know you were only dead weight to him."
That voice was too familiar, and without a moment's regard, his head swiveled to view his younger brother with wide eyes, taking in green eyes and dark hair. Nigredo. His brother crossed his arms, looking stern. "You were nothing but a problem. And now you're gone. From both of our lives."
The whimper slid from his lips without his meaning it; a hand darted to smother the sound, teeth closing on a finger in desperation. He squinted his eyes shut against the figure before him, and when he opened them, Nigredo was gone. Albedo didn't know if he was relieved or more broken from the fact. There was no chance to pick apart the emotions--a low voice spoke from behind him.
"Are you really surprised? You've known from the start you weren't even meant to exist."
That voice, those tones, were not accepted, not at all. Albedo would no sooner look on the one know as their father than he would withhold tearing his own throat out to prove a point. His form tensed with hatred, and the voice behind him laughed. "All right, Albedo. If you won't speak with me...."
"Maybe you'll talk to me, right?"
Here was the voice Albedo could not stand, here was everything he longed for. No, he was wrong--give him the figure receding into mist, give him that but take back this. Don't....
The red head walked into the space before him, scratching his head. "It's, uh, been a while, huh, Albedo? Whatcha been-- Aw, you know I'm bad at this stuff."
Kill him. Kill him now. Tear out his heart and crush it underfoot rather than let Albedo suffer this. Please, don't have this continue any longer.
His hands fisted, raising, the heels pressing into his eyes until it grew painful. This was preferable. Give him this kind of pain, the kind that faded. Yes. The pain that vanished without a mark on him compared to what was left underneath, placed in careful places in the vessels of his heart to declare rot within the foundation, a breaking from within, and never would he ever exist as he once had, and never would he ever--
"Albedo. Hey." The speaker's voice was gentle, careful, concerned. His twin came closer and Albedo felt tears burning. Was this his own madness or this place? Did it even matter? Rubedo was in front of him, and-- "Albedo. Hey, d'ya know?"
In the same kind voice, in the same familiar tones known since birth. "I never really loved you at all, you know?"
Something in his chest convulsed and stopped, pain cutting through him, and he didn't know, wouldn't know if this was even real. For Rubedo had left him, hadn't he. Had walked away with no regrets. Pulled hand from hand and....
Laughter rang like a bell in front of him, and Albedo couldn't breathe. "You haven't really changed at all, huh? You're still exactly the same."
Albedo would gouge out his eyes, pop his ear drums before this continued. Tear him apart endlessly and he'd continue without a thought, but here, break him to pieces with no way for him to move on. He peered over his knuckles, viewing the gently smiling red-head watching him. Something broke inside his mind, tore and shattered further.
Perhaps it was visible. For at the moment things fell apart, his twin grinned readily, mouth opening wider than was logistically possible, sharp teeth overriding the space in his mouth. Albedo only stared, eyes like something dead.
The creature that had borrowed that form sprang, landing on Albedo's chest to bring him down. Teeth settled somewhere in his neck and tore sideways, blood spurting out. He barely registered. This was.... His hands moved, touching hair the color of a sun burning, of life fleeing, and it escaped him, the irony. It was all that remained.
The creature with his twin's face tore into him further and Albedo only closed his eyes, embraced what was given in familiar form, muscles and bones placed perfectly, and Albedo moved his hands over shoulders and back, fingers trembling. There existed a weakness and it was present, and there was part of him that wished for his regeneration to cease, to allow this--to die in his twin's arms was all that he wanted.
Yet, Albedo's wants... were no longer all that simple even as they rounded back to a core existence and determination. Weakness was allowed, allotted for, and as his eyes began to refocus on the grey sky, a violet haze coalesced around his form, power building in the simplest of ways. If this was Rubedo, he would have known it, and yet it wasn't. But for a moment, Albedo was able to hold his twin. And that was all he had. Memories, moments, and false impressions. "I never really loved you at all, you know?"
His power burst out like an explosion, knocking the creature off and back, and without allowing it a moment to regain its advantage, energy again shot out from Albedo's form, more condensed. It hit the form it was intended for and burst out the back side, leaving a swaying bloody mess in the place kindness had once pretended to stand. And wasn't that truth more than any?
His twin fell back, face contorted in pain and rage. It laughed, coughing. "Nothing changes. I still never--"
It died before the sentence was over, but Albedo knew the end. He stared at it, caught between a dull rage at the duplicate taking Rubedo's face and a throbbing pain tearing inside of him. Two other voices had spoken to him. Had it been this one in another form or were there others?
And really, should he just let them have their way? It hardly mattered in the end, and by any rate--perhaps they'd succeed where that girl had failed.
Wishful thinking, and his severe expression shattered, Albedo collapsing on the ground into sobs. If only, if always, and Albedo loved the one that left him more than any. And still, still, Rubedo had walked away. His chest ached. He couldn't breathe.
What: Let's internalize, pieces and part, of what comprises us; what moves us forward.
Where: Wherever you want to be.
When: The current event. Now.
Continued from here. There exists massive tl;dr within.
The laughter died into gasps, giggles still slipping out in the sighs. Rubedo? Rubedo here? And wasn't that faulty. Seeing what there wasn't... Wasn't that the pattern? And here, there had been his twin before him, glancing over his shoulder to then keep walking away. Unlike the Conflict. Unlike Rubedo backing to stay in sight, this time, he only cast scornful eyes and continued.
And here, despite all of Albedo's intentions, despite his foundation contrived from a solitary belief in his own superiority and hate, here was but a faulty step--his other heart was viewed and Albedo shattered near perfectly without a thought. How trite. How completely and positively common.
Still, it existed as it was. Was he still only a child, attached by far to the one who had thrown him away?
"He never loved you, Albedo. You know you were only dead weight to him."
That voice was too familiar, and without a moment's regard, his head swiveled to view his younger brother with wide eyes, taking in green eyes and dark hair. Nigredo. His brother crossed his arms, looking stern. "You were nothing but a problem. And now you're gone. From both of our lives."
The whimper slid from his lips without his meaning it; a hand darted to smother the sound, teeth closing on a finger in desperation. He squinted his eyes shut against the figure before him, and when he opened them, Nigredo was gone. Albedo didn't know if he was relieved or more broken from the fact. There was no chance to pick apart the emotions--a low voice spoke from behind him.
"Are you really surprised? You've known from the start you weren't even meant to exist."
That voice, those tones, were not accepted, not at all. Albedo would no sooner look on the one know as their father than he would withhold tearing his own throat out to prove a point. His form tensed with hatred, and the voice behind him laughed. "All right, Albedo. If you won't speak with me...."
"Maybe you'll talk to me, right?"
Here was the voice Albedo could not stand, here was everything he longed for. No, he was wrong--give him the figure receding into mist, give him that but take back this. Don't....
The red head walked into the space before him, scratching his head. "It's, uh, been a while, huh, Albedo? Whatcha been-- Aw, you know I'm bad at this stuff."
Kill him. Kill him now. Tear out his heart and crush it underfoot rather than let Albedo suffer this. Please, don't have this continue any longer.
His hands fisted, raising, the heels pressing into his eyes until it grew painful. This was preferable. Give him this kind of pain, the kind that faded. Yes. The pain that vanished without a mark on him compared to what was left underneath, placed in careful places in the vessels of his heart to declare rot within the foundation, a breaking from within, and never would he ever exist as he once had, and never would he ever--
"Albedo. Hey." The speaker's voice was gentle, careful, concerned. His twin came closer and Albedo felt tears burning. Was this his own madness or this place? Did it even matter? Rubedo was in front of him, and-- "Albedo. Hey, d'ya know?"
In the same kind voice, in the same familiar tones known since birth. "I never really loved you at all, you know?"
Something in his chest convulsed and stopped, pain cutting through him, and he didn't know, wouldn't know if this was even real. For Rubedo had left him, hadn't he. Had walked away with no regrets. Pulled hand from hand and....
Laughter rang like a bell in front of him, and Albedo couldn't breathe. "You haven't really changed at all, huh? You're still exactly the same."
Albedo would gouge out his eyes, pop his ear drums before this continued. Tear him apart endlessly and he'd continue without a thought, but here, break him to pieces with no way for him to move on. He peered over his knuckles, viewing the gently smiling red-head watching him. Something broke inside his mind, tore and shattered further.
Perhaps it was visible. For at the moment things fell apart, his twin grinned readily, mouth opening wider than was logistically possible, sharp teeth overriding the space in his mouth. Albedo only stared, eyes like something dead.
The creature that had borrowed that form sprang, landing on Albedo's chest to bring him down. Teeth settled somewhere in his neck and tore sideways, blood spurting out. He barely registered. This was.... His hands moved, touching hair the color of a sun burning, of life fleeing, and it escaped him, the irony. It was all that remained.
The creature with his twin's face tore into him further and Albedo only closed his eyes, embraced what was given in familiar form, muscles and bones placed perfectly, and Albedo moved his hands over shoulders and back, fingers trembling. There existed a weakness and it was present, and there was part of him that wished for his regeneration to cease, to allow this--to die in his twin's arms was all that he wanted.
Yet, Albedo's wants... were no longer all that simple even as they rounded back to a core existence and determination. Weakness was allowed, allotted for, and as his eyes began to refocus on the grey sky, a violet haze coalesced around his form, power building in the simplest of ways. If this was Rubedo, he would have known it, and yet it wasn't. But for a moment, Albedo was able to hold his twin. And that was all he had. Memories, moments, and false impressions. "I never really loved you at all, you know?"
His power burst out like an explosion, knocking the creature off and back, and without allowing it a moment to regain its advantage, energy again shot out from Albedo's form, more condensed. It hit the form it was intended for and burst out the back side, leaving a swaying bloody mess in the place kindness had once pretended to stand. And wasn't that truth more than any?
His twin fell back, face contorted in pain and rage. It laughed, coughing. "Nothing changes. I still never--"
It died before the sentence was over, but Albedo knew the end. He stared at it, caught between a dull rage at the duplicate taking Rubedo's face and a throbbing pain tearing inside of him. Two other voices had spoken to him. Had it been this one in another form or were there others?
And really, should he just let them have their way? It hardly mattered in the end, and by any rate--perhaps they'd succeed where that girl had failed.
Wishful thinking, and his severe expression shattered, Albedo collapsing on the ground into sobs. If only, if always, and Albedo loved the one that left him more than any. And still, still, Rubedo had walked away. His chest ached. He couldn't breathe.