Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss, Schwarz, or anything associated with them;
they belong to Project Weiss in all their angsty pretty boy wonderfulness.
The lyrics are from Invisible City by the Wallflowers; I don't own them
either.
Note: Schuldig POV, random moment during the main anime
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Now all of these voices
And all of these noises
With all their illusions of choices
They've come to my door
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I feel my mouth twitch involuntarily, shaping itself into a familiar smirk. What the hell, it'd been a long enough night. I didn't need to deal with this right now, not with the kittens coming any second. I could hear them already; that number of imbalanced minds couldn't belong to anybody else.
Well, except my own clan of insane assassins, of course. We pretty much take the cake when it comes to that, though the kitties have us beat on prettily angsting over it. Whatever 'it' is. Even while they obsess over what happened to shape them this way, they refuse to actually think about it. Which means my curiosity has to go unanswered.
I smirk of my own volition this time, licking the last of the blood from my fingers. It's still warm and harsh, but somehow it rushes through my system like some bizarre drug. Is this what Farfarello thinks? Or is his just some creepy fulfillment issue? I'm inclined to think the latter. Farf doesn't have much desire anymore, apart from wanting to hurt God.
"Es ist eine lange nacht gewesen." [1]
Oh, it's been a long night indeed. I hope Brad foresees large amounts of sleep in my immediate future or he's going to find badly drawn depictions of his thoughts all over the apartment starting tomorrow morning.
For which activity I will be yelled at, no doubt.
The blood flavor is gone from my mouth and I look down at my hand in mild surprise. Scarily, I'm beginning to understand Farfarello and his reasons for what he does.
Maybe the pain is enough, when you're that crazy. Maybe he feels alive when he's got the proof leaving the taste of sorrow and love and hate in his mouth.
Me, I don't think so.
A hiss in the darkness just inches from my face alerts me to the appearance of the kittens. Balinese has that wire snapping between his hands and a cocky grin on his face. He doesn't seem to like me, for some reason.
Pity. I make such a good friend.
"Nicht heute kätzchen. Abschied." [2]
I love the expression on his face at the foreign words, briefly consuming that smile. His thoughts roll over in my head, joined those of everyone else in the area.
I once told Crawford thoughts taste like honey. But I had never tasted blood.
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[1] Roughly German for "It's been a long night." [2] Ditto, only "Not tonight kitten. Goodbye."
Note: Schuldig POV, random moment during the main anime
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Now all of these voices
And all of these noises
With all their illusions of choices
They've come to my door
------------------------------
I feel my mouth twitch involuntarily, shaping itself into a familiar smirk. What the hell, it'd been a long enough night. I didn't need to deal with this right now, not with the kittens coming any second. I could hear them already; that number of imbalanced minds couldn't belong to anybody else.
Well, except my own clan of insane assassins, of course. We pretty much take the cake when it comes to that, though the kitties have us beat on prettily angsting over it. Whatever 'it' is. Even while they obsess over what happened to shape them this way, they refuse to actually think about it. Which means my curiosity has to go unanswered.
I smirk of my own volition this time, licking the last of the blood from my fingers. It's still warm and harsh, but somehow it rushes through my system like some bizarre drug. Is this what Farfarello thinks? Or is his just some creepy fulfillment issue? I'm inclined to think the latter. Farf doesn't have much desire anymore, apart from wanting to hurt God.
"Es ist eine lange nacht gewesen." [1]
Oh, it's been a long night indeed. I hope Brad foresees large amounts of sleep in my immediate future or he's going to find badly drawn depictions of his thoughts all over the apartment starting tomorrow morning.
For which activity I will be yelled at, no doubt.
The blood flavor is gone from my mouth and I look down at my hand in mild surprise. Scarily, I'm beginning to understand Farfarello and his reasons for what he does.
Maybe the pain is enough, when you're that crazy. Maybe he feels alive when he's got the proof leaving the taste of sorrow and love and hate in his mouth.
Me, I don't think so.
A hiss in the darkness just inches from my face alerts me to the appearance of the kittens. Balinese has that wire snapping between his hands and a cocky grin on his face. He doesn't seem to like me, for some reason.
Pity. I make such a good friend.
"Nicht heute kätzchen. Abschied." [2]
I love the expression on his face at the foreign words, briefly consuming that smile. His thoughts roll over in my head, joined those of everyone else in the area.
I once told Crawford thoughts taste like honey. But I had never tasted blood.
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[1] Roughly German for "It's been a long night." [2] Ditto, only "Not tonight kitten. Goodbye."
