Sanity could rise and peak--the calmest in the presence of another that he had been. But existence was deeming the opposite necessary. If he didn't want to spend every moment (Rubedo was gone) considering his siblings (Nigredo rejected him) and how he was (--left him, they had--) starting to become (oh, how the quiet--) as alone as he had been (...it came in the silence on the link, the absence of a double-beat). No, he would suffer a total breakdown soon enough. Giving in to a sweet sensation was fine for now.
...Was necessary, for now.
And so five steps from the cafeteria, Albedo was humming. Accompanying a tone in his head as he quietly forgot the one he had left behind to remember later, as he instead remembered the past night's dealing, and the satisfying sounds Klavier's body had made as the metal swung into it repeatedly. At the cries brought forth that were so intimate that only Albedo knew. Ahh, now. That was something to mull over. Why didn't he do that more often?
The arts and crafts room had been stepped in before, but it called too boring right now. He sighed exaggerated, and moved to wander the room, the nurse eying him carefully. No worries, of course.~ He was the most innocent of patients, of course.~ As long as there was nothing that seemed to garner more amusement than playing nice. Amusement, perhaps no, but attention was assured at a repeated noise, vaguely familiar on the edges of memories. A repeated downward thrust. Now, what was the memory in that, hmm?~
Albedo ambled closer, head tilted curiously as his mouth lifted in a smirk of a quiet grin. Now, this person was familiar. The one whose emotions were so easily read before. He sat across from the other without asking, still wearing the canary eating grin. "Mm, you know, you'd probably have better luck with a knife."
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Sanity could rise and peak--the calmest in the presence of another that he had been. But existence was deeming the opposite necessary. If he didn't want to spend every moment (Rubedo was gone) considering his siblings (Nigredo rejected him) and how he was (--left him, they had--) starting to become (oh, how the quiet--) as alone as he had been (...it came in the silence on the link, the absence of a double-beat). No, he would suffer a total breakdown soon enough. Giving in to a sweet sensation was fine for now.
...Was necessary, for now.
And so five steps from the cafeteria, Albedo was humming. Accompanying a tone in his head as he quietly forgot the one he had left behind to remember later, as he instead remembered the past night's dealing, and the satisfying sounds Klavier's body had made as the metal swung into it repeatedly. At the cries brought forth that were so intimate that only Albedo knew. Ahh, now. That was something to mull over. Why didn't he do that more often?
The arts and crafts room had been stepped in before, but it called too boring right now. He sighed exaggerated, and moved to wander the room, the nurse eying him carefully. No worries, of course.~ He was the most innocent of patients, of course.~ As long as there was nothing that seemed to garner more amusement than playing nice. Amusement, perhaps no, but attention was assured at a repeated noise, vaguely familiar on the edges of memories. A repeated downward thrust. Now, what was the memory in that, hmm?~
Albedo ambled closer, head tilted curiously as his mouth lifted in a smirk of a quiet grin. Now, this person was familiar. The one whose emotions were so easily read before. He sat across from the other without asking, still wearing the canary eating grin. "Mm, you know, you'd probably have better luck with a knife."