(A/N: This was written for my English class. Our assignment was to describe someone without saying their name, but since I was in a fanfic mood, this is what came out. In case you don't get it by reading through it, it's about Lenne. Short, kind of crappy and not quite what I was looking for, but I like it. Besides, I'm cleaning out my computer, so I'm subjecting you to it! Lucky you! By the way, the title's from the Rufus Wainwright song "Go or Go Ahead," which I listened to while writing this and suggest everyone go download now. Ready? Quick, run.)
When she's upset, she sings.
Her voice is wistful, comprised of memories of times long ago, and of times yet to come. She sings a world without machina, and, therefore, without sloth or pointless indulgence. She doesn't know whether this world has come and gone, or whether it's after this horrid war is over, but if it's the latter, she can't wait.
Her voice is powerful. Her voice is angry and hateful, screaming at those who push and shove her, at those who try and make her what she isn't. She is full of loathing for everyone and everything around her, the buildings, the people, the war. How dare those soldiers try and take her from him? And yet, there's nothing she can do to protest it.
Her voice is emotional. What other way could she describe it? When she sings of him, it's slow and sweet and dripping with such emotion she expects the stage to flood with her feelings. He stirs such feelings in her, such happiness and sadness that shake the core of her being at the same time, and each so forcefully that she's left in a heap of flesh and clothing on the floor, crying, and then what else can she do but sing?
Her voice is loving. It is riddled with her love, in way she could never hope to describe with words. So how can she describe it but in her song? Her every hope and dream of him flows out through her lips as she sings her love song to him, using words whose meanings she can only guess. She doesn't understand what happens to her when she sings, what ancient creature takes hold of her body and forces out her true emotions, but she hopes it doesn't stop. It's her life support; without it, she doubts her heart's ability to beat. It's her everything. She's nothing without her voice.
She's nothing without him.