Mehal (shinigamirocker) wrote in vesselsofanima, @ 2008-04-06 11:19:00 |
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Current mood: | dorky |
I bring fiction!
I promised I would post something, and I managed to find a two year old piece that doesn't utterly stink, since the only other stuff I have up my sleeve (and on this laptop) is whatever I wrote during my New Testament Religion class. So, here's a piece about Albedo, instead.
Title: No title
Author/Artist: shinigamirocker
Xeno: Saga (Ep. I, specifically)
Pairing: None, Albedo's all by himself
Worksafe?: Yes, although there there are crappy song lyrics/pesudo poetry to look out for.
He's in love with a pretty porcelain doll..."
Albedo had to keep himself amused for the majority of the time. After all, Margulis only had so much for him to do, and no one else knew he existed; or, if they did, they ignored him as best they could.
So he danced. He sang. He talked and talked and quoted things he learned by exploring the U.M.N. Porcelain was a white hard material that wasn't made anymore.
Albedo danced around broken Kirschwassers, the two still alive watching him blankly.
"And very soon I'll be nothing to him at all, as he wanders away, constantly strays, he's in love with a pretty porcelain doll!" Albedo finished, twirling and causing his cape to spin; seeing his darkened room becoming nothing than a blur was thrilling.
Everything in his room was gray, white, or silver.
No black.
No emerald.
And especially not reds or blues.
He hated those colors. With a passion.
"So, beautiful nothings, who wants to live forever?" The white-haired man asked politely, not expecting a response from the Kirschwassers. Even before he broke them, they weren't very useful.
"Did you know there's a song that asks that? Who wants to live forever, when there's no love, or something as utterly ridiculous. Those songs are decrepit. But I sing them anyways. Because no one else knows about them. They're mine, all mine now. Nothing else is mine, not even you." He was starting to become sober, and he realized he was having a fit of sanity.
"Well, c'est la vie!" He chirped, before breaking out into a cackle. Laughing drowned out the silence.
"Let's move on."
~I knew a pretty boy
And in the end he broke me
Discarded me, a shattered toy
He's in love with a pretty porcelain doll
And very soon I'll be nothing to him at all
As he wanders away, and constantly strays,
oh, my pretty boy is in love...
With that fragile porcelain doll.~