Old Stains

(br/other)

Good afternoon, Rubedo. It is afternoon, yes? The Song won't let me know, every day and every night is cold and white and bittersharp as Gnosis hunger/pleasure. It doesn't matter. I do believe you'll like the winter so—heehee, am I foreshadowing you? Or backshadowing you? No, that's Nigredo's job, beware, beware!

Come out to finish playing our game of cat and mouse at last? But so many mice here…rodents, all. Really, I thought you'd have better taste than that! All but ma peche cluelessly dancing on their strings – ah, look how she pays her silent homage to you with those outward eyes of hers, my mechanical ephemeral angel. So ironic that you would fill every wound I tear in your heart with she who hurts you most to know, and add to MY glory.

But she sees—she sees too, through your rage, the rose-tinted veil burned away! We are the ultimate monsters, you and I, we can taint her together. I'm sure she won't mind—or won't care anyway, once we're through.

Look upon me, red dragon of perfection, with your once-spread wings shorn away. You're still trying so hard to fly without them; painfully delicious to watch! Keep roaring, consume me in the fire of worlds that the Son of God might rise…am I to be thy phoenix? The brightest stars see death the quickest, but neither of us shall find a place to lay our heads and sleep: it's so boring anyway when all your dreams come true.

What is it like to stay a fledgling, Rubedo my br/other?If you hadn't—traitor, traitor, rusting the chains away to leave me—to leave ME! then should I have worried so?

Sins will out to be redeemed…does this frighten you, beloved murderer mine, when I show you my cloak of shadow and offer you its warmth? Good. Spurn me, shun me, but you will heed the call (they all will, the foolish little creatures drawn to your flame to die in a pitiful blaze.)

I'll be waiting.

(so soar on thy birthright and find me again.)

350 words. My keyboard won't produce the proper form of 'peche,' and I can only write Albedo when I'm heavily drugged with asthma and flu meds. What's THAT supposed to say? This one's much rougher around the edges, being a literary experiment of sorts, so I apologize for the clipped tone of Albedo's stream-of-consciousness.

Thanks again for the comments, y'all (and cookies to Whispers of a Ghost and Tala1 for correctly guessing that 'Winter' was a Gaignun x Jin...say, wait a sec, Shanna, you didn't even have to guess, you already knew...bleh.)Expect a few more drabbles, and some Xenogears pieces to be coming up as well! (Yes. I own that too. FEAR ME!)