It ended like defeat. The win a loss, the success a failure, and as Albedo hit his target and the body fell, the weapon felt nothing close to satisfaction. Because this was neither outcome he had desired, and currently, neither could be fulfilled with the restrictions placed on both twins. This game, this dance, he had been given tonight, turned out to be just another torment in a long line before him. Because nothing had changed (but everything). He watched apathetically as Rubedo lost consciousness, and considered his next move, unhappiness threading his being.
...His next move having nothing to deal with the black-haired sibling that shifted from the shadows, and as Albedo's luminescence lessened, he wondered, exactly, how long Nigredo had been so close without him knowing. Unsettled from that, he watched as Nigredo dropped to his knees and checked their sibling over, searching for signs of life. He would find them. Albedo couldn't kill him like this. And Rubedo wasn't currently able to kill him. It was all so funny!, but Albedo couldn't find it in him to laugh. Instead his lips pursed, and he suddenly wanted none of this. Energy thrummed within him, begging him to force his hand again, but Albedo was sick of false promises. Sick of misguided hopes screaming at him. Of seeing through a glass, darkly, and then face to face. And either way, he knew in part that it remained false--he knew, but was not known in return.
Nigredo lifted his head then, dragged his gaze to Albedo's and Albedo's eye twitched at the lack of expression. The urge to lash out at him, for looking so pitiful, was overwhelming, but not-- He couldn't. No. Couldn't. Not while Nigredo resided so close to Rubedo. It grated under his skin, and he pressed his tongue against his teeth. Did the baby want something? Explanations for the war that had happened in this room? What had he expected, from weapons? "What," he finally hissed, emotion seething underneath. He stared, frustrated, then continued, echoing a different moment between them. "Do you expect me to be anything else than what I am?"
We're weapons. We're monsters. We destroy. He would have baited Rubedo with these lines, but his twin laid silent at his feet. And Nigredo... He would not say that to. The baby, daddy's darling, should understand more than most.
Was Albedo only looking for an excuse? His waveform shuddered, emotions fluctuating. It didn't matter. Didn't matter now. Oh, no; that time was done. Ring the bells and turn out the light. Let the darkness come in again. Let him harbor his hopes and fears in silence, in solitude. There was never anything else. He already knew this. This, he knew.
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...His next move having nothing to deal with the black-haired sibling that shifted from the shadows, and as Albedo's luminescence lessened, he wondered, exactly, how long Nigredo had been so close without him knowing. Unsettled from that, he watched as Nigredo dropped to his knees and checked their sibling over, searching for signs of life. He would find them. Albedo couldn't kill him like this. And Rubedo wasn't currently able to kill him. It was all so funny!, but Albedo couldn't find it in him to laugh. Instead his lips pursed, and he suddenly wanted none of this. Energy thrummed within him, begging him to force his hand again, but Albedo was sick of false promises. Sick of misguided hopes screaming at him. Of seeing through a glass, darkly, and then face to face. And either way, he knew in part that it remained false--he knew, but was not known in return.
Nigredo lifted his head then, dragged his gaze to Albedo's and Albedo's eye twitched at the lack of expression. The urge to lash out at him, for looking so pitiful, was overwhelming, but not-- He couldn't. No. Couldn't. Not while Nigredo resided so close to Rubedo. It grated under his skin, and he pressed his tongue against his teeth. Did the baby want something? Explanations for the war that had happened in this room? What had he expected, from weapons? "What," he finally hissed, emotion seething underneath. He stared, frustrated, then continued, echoing a different moment between them. "Do you expect me to be anything else than what I am?"
We're weapons. We're monsters. We destroy. He would have baited Rubedo with these lines, but his twin laid silent at his feet. And Nigredo... He would not say that to. The baby, daddy's darling, should understand more than most.
Was Albedo only looking for an excuse? His waveform shuddered, emotions fluctuating. It didn't matter. Didn't matter now. Oh, no; that time was done. Ring the bells and turn out the light. Let the darkness come in again. Let him harbor his hopes and fears in silence, in solitude. There was never anything else. He already knew this. This, he knew.