Disclaimer: I own Chrno, yes I do! I'm a liar, how 'bout you!
Author's Note: Please see chapter one for note.
X
Ticks of the Clock
Drowning
X
I've always loved his stories. From the time I was 12 to this very moment- it never has and never will fail to amaze me how intelligent and mystical he can sound. How his smooth voice rises like coils of colored smoke to the sky, disappearing among the stars. How his hands move without his thinking about it- molding characters and plots and scenery from an invisible putty, stretching the truth and squishing the lies. How he can capture your complete attention in a breath, his lightly closed orbs enchanting you and making you watch so intently- wanting so much to see the wisdom behind the hidden pools of ruby colored velvet.
In my eyes, he's never more in character than when he's telling some sort of legend, or a tale he made up himself- when he's creating those silky spider webs of enthralling mystery; wrapping you, trapping you, capturing you both with and without your will.
He will invoke thrill, and he will invoke horror. He will make you want to cry and laugh, scream and whisper. He will drive you mad with suspense, create tension that you only wish was weak enough to be cut by a knife. And he will lead you on- his characters' adventures only the tip of the ice burg when it comes to twists and turns and lessons and love.
His voice sows seeds of imagination into your mind, which quickly sprout into huge oaks- towering and expanding every moment; each idea branching into hundreds of thousands of different leafs of desire.
Arms spread again, fingers brushing some unseen force. His lips curve upwards into a small, delicious smile. It's like he's singing a spell- a spell that completely overwhelms your subconscious and sends you plummeting into a world of unexplained occurrences and abnormal normality.
You drown in his words. You drown in his words, in his voice, in his smile, in his gestures, in his being.
You drown and drown and drown and drown and don't care at all. What good is the breath of sense when it can't make you feel like this? If I could drown forever in his tales, I would. In a heart beat.
I'm drowning and drowning and drowning and I don't ever want to stop. I need to drown. I need to drown in him- his heart- his soul- his very essence.
But he will never know. Because I will never tell him. All I will say is:
"Please, Chrono- tell me another?"
X
Ending Note: I LOVE it when Chrono tells Rosette stories. . .he's just so sexy and wise! XD XD XD