Nigredo hated life--its fleeting trips and whims, its unwanted fractures, to its very core. But as life happened in spite of one's wishes, as a girl had ruined the careful setup he knew would fall, the boy allowed the passage into the next and kept his complaints to the bare minimum. He had nothing in terms of them, after all. Nothing in regards to his own, that is.
The one who had legitimate issues, however, took this time to proclaim otherwise and pressed waveform to waveform. How Albedo could do so was beyond Nigredo. Was it not the elder who had experienced loss? And still, he would continue as if it could be shared. The younger had not forgotten that look, that carefully placed gaze.
"It might affect." Hm. Nigredo smiled wanely at his brother, an expression that soon vanished beneath the flushed skin. The thought was soon lost within the transition; a nurse found them dawdling near the buses and ushered them into the nearest vehicle.
It was here the boy recognized an acquaintance. He had the strange hair and the blue enough eyes to catch anyone's attention, but it was his apparent malady that drew Nigredo's line of sight. Sora appeared sick, in the way Nigredo felt. Keeping one hand attached to Albedo, the U.R.T.V. stepped toward their brother's friend. "Sora," he started. "Hello."
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Nigredo hated life--its fleeting trips and whims, its unwanted fractures, to its very core. But as life happened in spite of one's wishes, as a girl had ruined the careful setup he knew would fall, the boy allowed the passage into the next and kept his complaints to the bare minimum. He had nothing in terms of them, after all. Nothing in regards to his own, that is.
The one who had legitimate issues, however, took this time to proclaim otherwise and pressed waveform to waveform. How Albedo could do so was beyond Nigredo. Was it not the elder who had experienced loss? And still, he would continue as if it could be shared. The younger had not forgotten that look, that carefully placed gaze.
"It might affect." Hm. Nigredo smiled wanely at his brother, an expression that soon vanished beneath the flushed skin. The thought was soon lost within the transition; a nurse found them dawdling near the buses and ushered them into the nearest vehicle.
It was here the boy recognized an acquaintance. He had the strange hair and the blue enough eyes to catch anyone's attention, but it was his apparent malady that drew Nigredo's line of sight. Sora appeared sick, in the way Nigredo felt. Keeping one hand attached to Albedo, the U.R.T.V. stepped toward their brother's friend. "Sora," he started. "Hello."