[.02.] i'm sending all my love to you [VIDEO;; week 1, day 5]
[ The video opens with Lelouch standing in the middle of one of Kusasato's vast, rolling fields. The mountains in the background frame him perfectly - to get this shot, he must have set the Hitomi on something (perhaps a pile of rocks or a constructed stand) so that his hands are free. He is dressed in the modern clothes he found in "his" house, and his eyes are bright with some kind of fervor. ]
Good day, my fellow residents of this world - Kannagara.
[ He speaks like one who is trained - every word follows a cadence, the diction clear and perfect. He might have memorized this speech, except it is phrased so perfectly as to appear quite convincingly off-the-cuff. He's clearly quite comfortable - proficient, even - with public speaking. ]
For any of you to whom I have not introduced myself - and to those who only know me through text and voice comments - my name is Lelouch Lamperouge.
Originally, I intended to make this a private message, but I don't think this is something I can hide anymore. I've - I've never felt this strongly about someone before! And in a close-knit community like this, I'm sure I couldn't have kept it secret for long. I'm tired of hiding things, of secrets.
[ One hand comes up, over his heart. ]
Akira.
[ Lelouch says his name with a passion bordering on reverence. ]
I know we've only met over the Hitomi - and I know, I didn't speak to you very favorably. I am truly sorry. It was my concern, my fear, that made me speak that way. But -
I'm not going to live in fear any longer!
[ He pauses here, almost - almost for intentional dramatic effect. ]
Where I come from, poetic meditations on love were once considered the highest literary art. The "sonnet," a poem consisting of fourteen lines in iambic pentameter, was considered the most perfect of these forms. It was my wish, in composing this one, that I could come close to touching that perfection.
[ Another pause; Lelouch looks skyward, closes his eyes briefly, as if asking for grace, before beginning. ]
Though others speak of joys beyond compare,
And even angels sing of me as blessed,
I know no happiness-simply despair
That my emotions cannot be expressed.
What cage can hope to catch the nightingale
And still allow him to so sweetly sing?
When I think on my love, my words all fail
No language can give shape to my yearning.
Your darting glance, Akira, pierced my soul
I am struck deaf, dumb, blind to all but you.
If I can’t speak my love, my only goal
Is to communicate somehow anew…
I am no poet, but a stricken heart
With feelings I am pow’rless to impart.
[ And, after a suitable silence, the video ends. ]
Good day, my fellow residents of this world - Kannagara.
[ He speaks like one who is trained - every word follows a cadence, the diction clear and perfect. He might have memorized this speech, except it is phrased so perfectly as to appear quite convincingly off-the-cuff. He's clearly quite comfortable - proficient, even - with public speaking. ]
For any of you to whom I have not introduced myself - and to those who only know me through text and voice comments - my name is Lelouch Lamperouge.
Originally, I intended to make this a private message, but I don't think this is something I can hide anymore. I've - I've never felt this strongly about someone before! And in a close-knit community like this, I'm sure I couldn't have kept it secret for long. I'm tired of hiding things, of secrets.
[ One hand comes up, over his heart. ]
Akira.
[ Lelouch says his name with a passion bordering on reverence. ]
I know we've only met over the Hitomi - and I know, I didn't speak to you very favorably. I am truly sorry. It was my concern, my fear, that made me speak that way. But -
I'm not going to live in fear any longer!
[ He pauses here, almost - almost for intentional dramatic effect. ]
Where I come from, poetic meditations on love were once considered the highest literary art. The "sonnet," a poem consisting of fourteen lines in iambic pentameter, was considered the most perfect of these forms. It was my wish, in composing this one, that I could come close to touching that perfection.
[ Another pause; Lelouch looks skyward, closes his eyes briefly, as if asking for grace, before beginning. ]
Though others speak of joys beyond compare,
And even angels sing of me as blessed,
I know no happiness-simply despair
That my emotions cannot be expressed.
What cage can hope to catch the nightingale
And still allow him to so sweetly sing?
When I think on my love, my words all fail
No language can give shape to my yearning.
Your darting glance, Akira, pierced my soul
I am struck deaf, dumb, blind to all but you.
If I can’t speak my love, my only goal
Is to communicate somehow anew…
I am no poet, but a stricken heart
With feelings I am pow’rless to impart.
[ And, after a suitable silence, the video ends. ]