Note- Me again Sooooo much thanks for all your support! gives everybody candy If this note comes up as a giant block of text... oo I don't know what to say. That's not how I write it, but the site just decided to make my last one or so like that... bah. On to the stories.
First two are an odd contrast... very, very different chars... if you stuck them in a room together they'd rip each other apart. This chapter introduces a character only a few of you'd know. You'll know him better if my muses keep helping me get this fic out... Yeah, I'm writing. But it'll be a while before I finish... The song is "Overwhelming" by Everclear.
Week or so later I'll have "Ironic", Alanis Morissette for chapter 10. I had Harp on my mind when this one got stuck in my head... another look back at her. Chapter 11 is "Down in Flames", Semisonic. I don't feel I did the song justice. The character is everyone, and no one in particular... I never really cared to specify, even to myself.
It's cold in here. I wish it wasn't so... look around, see the world here- see your eyes, a faded smile in them. can you see me? I'm not sure. Soft blue smile, twitch of a sparkle- it resonates in my eyes.
I do... not know where I am anymore. Its oddly cold in here- I can handle the heat, I can... but the cold...
Shiver, drawling the cloak in tighter- wish it wasn't so damned cold in these mountains.
Mother's out here somewhere. But screw her, bitch. I send a glare out in her general direction and wish her the worst life can possibly throw her. Instead I just keep trudging through the snow, in search of those blue eyes I last glimpsed in the clouds and dark sky.
The Tsumite Tsubris are a foreboding place... I wonder briefly if it's wise to be back out here. A black speck of ash in a powder room- my cloak's not my friend here. Not like in the forest... Ah, I miss the forest. It's the shadows that embrace me there- hold me safe in their ebony and emerald, tones of my skin and eyes, dark warmth. This place's blindingly bright and empty- like the desert.
Ok, so I don't hate this place as much as I hate deserts. Godsdamn dead empty nothings... not my place. They belong to my sire.
A scowl on my face, and I think no more of family. I just look into the clouds for those soft blue eyes I glimpsed once, I'm not sure how long ago.
Steps go on, walking through the drifts, grumbling silently as I go on- godsdamn snow. Pain in my ass... how am I suppose to maneuver in this? If I was attacked, I'd be dead, that's all there is. Skilled as I am, I can't execute a decent swipe if I'm up to my damn knees in icy fluff.
I wonder briefly if she misses me. But shake my head... tread on. I'm a pox on the household- she only took me in because she felt sorry for me. Woman's a damn bleeding heart. Now that she's gone, there's no more reason for me to stay- that's why I'm out here. But then I'm left to wonder why I only left when she died...
And why I'm out here searching for her blue eyes and raven hair.
Gods I'm hopeless sometimes...
A sigh. There's not much out here- it's quiet. The slight sound echoes about the canyons- all over, reflecting in a way that makes me wince- it doesn't really bother my ears, but the sound...
I'm not suppose to make sound. I'm suppose to be silent- my sensei taught me that. I'm to be unseen, unheard- it's the way an assassin is effective- it doesn't work if they see you.
And here I am a black spot on a white mountainside, seated and sighing.
Great job, Scythe.
I'm an odd one...
Canteen away- walking off thorough the mountain- there are no trails, and even if there were I'd avoid them- it's not good practice. I'm putting out enough of a risk jut being here- and I didn't see her on a trail. She came to me in the midst of all this emptiness.
She picked me up on the mountainside.
I can somewhat remember the spot... mmh. Somewhere around here- I'm not perfect. Not at this anyway. Blade fighting's one thing, but this is another.
Just sit back in the snow, ignoring that sick wet cold trying to run through me- slight chi-flicker to keep myself from freezing to the spot as I look up to the sky. It's cold and blue and empty- there are no clouds this high. I can see the world panned out around me in all it's whiteness- but I'm not impressed. Know this chikyuu, I've lived here all my life- and it still says nothing to me. as much as nothing, really.
It's cold in my shoes. I make a mental note to re-bind them soon.
Ah, well, there's no one about... I brush my hood off, pull off the mask- and sigh, breathing in the frigid air. It's so damn cold out here...
Mh. Close my eyes, lay back- blade close at hand. If I was attacked, I could swing it in a breath... I'm always prepared. it's my nature- has been since mother's drills as a hatchling. a snort- mother. Gods I hate her. Worthless bitch of a whore...
Eyes slit lightly- face flat. my face is always flat... for a breath I imagine I'm back where I was years ago, laying half-dead somewhere around this spot, somewhere on this hillside, and I can almost hear the shift of her feet, the wind against her coat and shawl, see her sapphire eyes peer down at me all full of worry- she always did worry too much.
... I think I miss her.
But of course I don't. I don't miss people...
.. Maybe I do. a bit. Just her.
Not anyone else- just her.
I did owe her- she saved my life. Plucked me off this mountainside and took me into her home- so perhaps I just wish I could repay that.
Her heart was too gentle.
She died before I repay her.
And I'm left sitting here wondering where a nameless blade's suppose to go once it's contracts wear out.
Mother's done with me, she ran off with some silver-eyed mage and hasn't bothered me since (may they both rot in hell...), sister's dead at childhood, sensei taught me all he was paid to, and she's... dead. Has been for a time.
I don't keep track of time when not on a job. There's no reason to.
And I'm left here in the snow wondering who I am, and why I'm sitting here looking for raven hair and sapphire eyes that shimmer with gentleness.
I know nothing of those things, outside her...
It's cold. Need a fire- just close my eyes and drift off... meditation.
I don't sleep.
That's what I keep telling myself.
Like I say that I don't miss her.
... Maybe I don't. It's just the debt.
It's cold in the Tsumite Tsubris.
Colder in here.
12:19 PM 10/26/03
