Set of Three.
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eternity_dreamsTitle: Set of Three.
Fandom: Xenosaga.
Warnings: Angst.
Word Count: 643.
Characters: URTV trio.
Notes: ...yay, angst! Slight AU. Great fun!--Anyway, these are from awhile back. Three drabbles. Enjoy.
They are the seasons.
They are fire and brimstone, they are morning, noon, and night--they are the rain, clouds, and sunshine, and they are hidden in the twilight.
They are what is left after the fall.
They never grow up, never learn from their mistakes--their future stops here, for there is a different plan for them in motion.
They part their separate ways, cease becoming essential to each other--one disappears, and two together yet grow apart, and actual meetings with meaning and truth are few and far between.
The seasons change. And after what happened, so had they.
Pause for effect.
Three boys, each as identical as the waves, each as different as the stars. One is draped in power with blood on his hands, hiding behind cold steel. The other is cushioned on the bows of insanity and enlightenment both; so numbed by loss that it created a dangerous amusement. The third is silent, wrapped in shadows and secrets, holding fast to lies as to not lose what comforts.
Together, the three had a dangerous unity--an uneven balance on the stepping stones of life; an ever-tilting charade of love and hate. For all three, communication was not an option. They would instead speak in insults and half-truths, clinging with all their might to something that was perhaps already fading. Already much too far away.
Maybe this had been realized already, the fact that something was ending, and maybe it had been ignored, pushed aside in a kind of denial, or a kind of hope. As if maybe if they didn't see it coming, it wasn't there. Then their not-so-perfect paradise would last forever.
You can unpause now--the scene has been set. Time will flow again, and this place will quickly change. The children will grow, their bonds will stretch and break, and maybe too late they'll realize what it was that they lost. And time will move on, leaving them stuck in the moment.
Red and precious.
Surely it was. Surely it was worth more than gold, sustained life more than breathing, and made the heavens move with its might. Or simply with his smile.
As with all things truly precious, Rubedo would never know. He would never know the pedestal he stood upon to his younger brothers, and it would never be precisely clear how easily they would die for him (or, in one case, continue living). He was life, and he was love, and a life without him in it was unthinkable.
This seemed obvious with Albedo. His needing, his constant touches for reassurance of life, were out there for all to see. And maybe it was because it was there, that it was ignored. Maybe in favor of new and exciting things, or maybe it was just tiring. Whatever the case, Albedo's heart never beat as closely as he would have liked, and for all of his energetic clinging, the distance would kill him, harm him, hurt him, so deeply like a weapon never would.
Nigredo saw all this and silently calculated the same results if he took those same actions. The boy decided then, that those responses to him, and the pain it would surely cause, would not be beneficial or productive in any way. Instead, his feelings would be buried, and in that, he would achieve more success than his elder. He would be allowed to stand at Rubedo's side, feelings and hope securely locked away. It was preferable, the boy reasoned; a silent longing in favor over a straight denial. He would not be his brother. He couldn't handle it.
So instead Albedo clung with all his might to nothing, and Nigredo compromised his happiness, and Rubedo continued to reject with a smile--perhaps unconsciously, perhaps from a fear of his own.
Distance became normal. Loss accepted. What was precious was unattainable.
This is how they grew.
Fandom: Xenosaga.
Warnings: Angst.
Word Count: 643.
Characters: URTV trio.
Notes: ...yay, angst! Slight AU. Great fun!--Anyway, these are from awhile back. Three drabbles. Enjoy.
They are the seasons.
They are fire and brimstone, they are morning, noon, and night--they are the rain, clouds, and sunshine, and they are hidden in the twilight.
They are what is left after the fall.
They never grow up, never learn from their mistakes--their future stops here, for there is a different plan for them in motion.
They part their separate ways, cease becoming essential to each other--one disappears, and two together yet grow apart, and actual meetings with meaning and truth are few and far between.
The seasons change. And after what happened, so had they.
Pause for effect.
Three boys, each as identical as the waves, each as different as the stars. One is draped in power with blood on his hands, hiding behind cold steel. The other is cushioned on the bows of insanity and enlightenment both; so numbed by loss that it created a dangerous amusement. The third is silent, wrapped in shadows and secrets, holding fast to lies as to not lose what comforts.
Together, the three had a dangerous unity--an uneven balance on the stepping stones of life; an ever-tilting charade of love and hate. For all three, communication was not an option. They would instead speak in insults and half-truths, clinging with all their might to something that was perhaps already fading. Already much too far away.
Maybe this had been realized already, the fact that something was ending, and maybe it had been ignored, pushed aside in a kind of denial, or a kind of hope. As if maybe if they didn't see it coming, it wasn't there. Then their not-so-perfect paradise would last forever.
You can unpause now--the scene has been set. Time will flow again, and this place will quickly change. The children will grow, their bonds will stretch and break, and maybe too late they'll realize what it was that they lost. And time will move on, leaving them stuck in the moment.
Red and precious.
Surely it was. Surely it was worth more than gold, sustained life more than breathing, and made the heavens move with its might. Or simply with his smile.
As with all things truly precious, Rubedo would never know. He would never know the pedestal he stood upon to his younger brothers, and it would never be precisely clear how easily they would die for him (or, in one case, continue living). He was life, and he was love, and a life without him in it was unthinkable.
This seemed obvious with Albedo. His needing, his constant touches for reassurance of life, were out there for all to see. And maybe it was because it was there, that it was ignored. Maybe in favor of new and exciting things, or maybe it was just tiring. Whatever the case, Albedo's heart never beat as closely as he would have liked, and for all of his energetic clinging, the distance would kill him, harm him, hurt him, so deeply like a weapon never would.
Nigredo saw all this and silently calculated the same results if he took those same actions. The boy decided then, that those responses to him, and the pain it would surely cause, would not be beneficial or productive in any way. Instead, his feelings would be buried, and in that, he would achieve more success than his elder. He would be allowed to stand at Rubedo's side, feelings and hope securely locked away. It was preferable, the boy reasoned; a silent longing in favor over a straight denial. He would not be his brother. He couldn't handle it.
So instead Albedo clung with all his might to nothing, and Nigredo compromised his happiness, and Rubedo continued to reject with a smile--perhaps unconsciously, perhaps from a fear of his own.
Distance became normal. Loss accepted. What was precious was unattainable.
This is how they grew.
