Chapter 01 - Teardrop
Done while listening to Teardrop by Massive Attack , one of the most beautiful songs in the world.
They always were there for eachother , somehow . Even if Yazoo almost never spoke and moked him when he was crying , he knew that , if he was to lean on the edge of the bed at night and tears would start to flow down his cheeks , Yazoo would know ,he would wake up and come to him .
But Loz didn't want that . Sometimes he just wanted to be able not to be such a crybaby . But he couldn't help it , no matter how many times he tried to stop his tears from falling , they always ended up on his cheek , as the white velvet curtains of his room were blown away by the wind coming from outside the opened window , his tears fell , from his mako blue eyes , resting for short time on his high cheekbone , then , when another came , it joined with it and they both fell on his jaw , for a while standing in the air , then dripping down on his neck or on the floor .
He didn't knew how others felt when they were crying , but it was probably because all his cells were so different , he liked crying , he liked the feeling of relief and sweet dispair that came with it and the way the hot liquid fell on his cheeks then went cold all of the sudden , the way it looked so different from a normal water drop but it was pretty much just the same .
Loz rose from the edge of the bed and walked towards the window , taking aside the soft curtains with only a movement of his fingers .
The city was shining bright even if it was close to the morning . It seemed as if everyone was asleep though , barely few noises were heard coming from it . He liked silence , even if he was the loudest of all three of them. He liked the peace it bringed and the feeling of lonely comfort , he liked the way he heard his teardrops falling on the ground in dead silence of night .
He knew it before the light hand touched his shoulder that he was there . But he prefferd not to move , because he knew Yazoo didn't announced his presence if you were standing with your back at him and he preffered taking you by surprise , even if that meant touching you , a thing which Loz knew Yazoo didn't particulary liked .
His hands never gripped , his fingers just brushed , slender , long , with marble - like nails .
Yazoo hardly or if ever seemed completely present in this world , and when he was talking or doing anything else, it was just a gentle impulsion .
"Face so fair ... why are you crying ? " He heard his calm voice behind him .
Loz turned , with his tears in the corner of his eyes , but with an expression that didn't show anything much . He blinked as if confused .
"Just felt like crying ." He simply replied .
It surprised him having Yazoo here , even tough he knew he would come . Somehow , he and Yazoo shared a connection different from what he had with Kadaj . Loz and Yazoo seemed to connect , through invisible impulses and when he opened his eyes and turned , he always knew Yazoo would be right behind him , doing the same thing.
Yazoo didn't reply , but bent his head a bit , causing his silver locks to move a bit , as if saying " Ah...ok..."
He blinked , with the same lost and calm expression on his face , looking straight in Loz's eyes , as he always did .
Are you with us for real , Yazoo ? Loz would have asked .
They stood still for a while . They did that a lot , but since they have always been different they now knew how odd it looked to other people , but for them it was normal , the world moved around them rapidly , or in slow motion , and Loz could have spend a whole day watching Yazoo's silver locks of hair being blown away slowly by the wind in the dim blueish light , as well as he could spend hours tracing every line of Kadaj's face or watch his own hands as his bones moved underneath his skin .
Yazoo stepped closer to him and his cold hand touched his cheek as his face , with those eyes that looked directly into his , moved in closer and closer too .His eyes closed and his lips kissed the tear that was running down Loz's left cheek . His lips touched his skin , then his warm tongue wiped it away . Yazoo liked to feel skin , especially his brother's , as being the only one so similar to his own , and so , doing a bit more moves with his tongue than necessary , but he saw Loz closing his eyes as he touched him , and he felt him move , as his strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer , forcing him in a way so free , to kiss his other tears away , slowly , tear by tear , until they stopped falling .
Yazoo slipped from his arms like a serpent , but his figure just as lost somewhere out there , his eyes fixed on him .He blinked as he always did , slowly , and his palm , with its long fingers touched Loz's forehead , then he let them fall , on his eyes , cheeks and chin , parting away . It was a gesture only they shared , that meant whatever it may mean , but it meant only for them .
No one else could understand anything about either one of them three .
Yazoo then turned and left the room , as quietly as he came .
Loz turned to watch the city again for a moment or two before he went back to bed again .
Light started to come from towards the South , as the Sun was about to break out . All over the city , above it and under it , everywhere , shades of blue .