( rutile was silent, for the most part as the third wave finally washed over what remained of the group. resolve... was it?
as the first melody plays, they stand back, stirred by memories of fighting alongside of padparadscha in a time long past. how those days had meant everything to them, a young fool...
then as the second song was sung, they retreated a little more into themselves, crossing their arms tightly around themself. my darkest wish and rutile is swimming in the thoughts of their partner laying in a box, a tomb the books here would call it. a coffin.
the third performance as them opening their eyes again, the whirlwind of different expressions and tones, they're like the nagging voices in the jewel's head— the different calculations, the precise chiseling... thousands of voices, thousands of years spent trying to put the pieces of padparadscha back together again...
but none of those things would mean anything to leviathan. none of it could ever mean as much as it did to them alone, and that was exactly why— they could never give up.
standing alongside naoto, the tome in their hands closes with a slapping sound. these people, all of their words and actions... had stirred these things in the gem. )
Well, then. As you can see, after all that— we're still here, aren't we?
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as the first melody plays, they stand back, stirred by memories of fighting alongside of padparadscha in a time long past. how those days had meant everything to them, a young fool...
then as the second song was sung, they retreated a little more into themselves, crossing their arms tightly around themself. my darkest wish and rutile is swimming in the thoughts of their partner laying in a box, a tomb the books here would call it. a coffin.
the third performance as them opening their eyes again, the whirlwind of different expressions and tones, they're like the nagging voices in the jewel's head— the different calculations, the precise chiseling... thousands of voices, thousands of years spent trying to put the pieces of padparadscha back together again...
but none of those things would mean anything to leviathan. none of it could ever mean as much as it did to them alone, and that was exactly why— they could never give up.
standing alongside naoto, the tome in their hands closes with a slapping sound. these people, all of their words and actions... had stirred these things in the gem. )
Well, then. As you can see, after all that— we're still here, aren't we?
( if that didn't show resolve... )