Second part of "The Road to Take", but I think it is quite amusing to read it on its own anyway. One of my personal ramblings, i quite hate it but... oh yah, this is for Anna (who I know is rambling somewhere in one of the GW lists...) Hey! anna, come out!
All disclaimers apply (what ever they may be) and this is, well I try to, buuut... Okay I try not to make this yaoi (a trial on my mind)okay all the GW characters are in here and not yaoi whatsoever... This is my attempt to keep it that way, but don't blame me if it turns yaoi anyway.
Oh yah, by the way, how do you spell Sanc, or whaever it is?
The Road to Take 2: T.IM.E by JejeFish
by Jeni S.
/This is my education this is my err
this is not meditation
each truth injects my eyes
touches inside my ears/
I watched as Treize moved to leave me, after he tucked me into bed. It is quite early in the afternoon, but I don't feel going anywhere. I just need something, somewhere to think. Some excuse to think away. Treize promised to keep away all those delegations away from me until I wanted otherwise. He called them 'pricks.'
I wanted to forget that I am the heir to the throne of Sanc. I just want to be ordinary. After all what I did. Heir to the throne of Sanc, oldest living blood of Peacecrafts.
/tonight is moving evolution
travelling institution
melting each tower
inviting my end/
I stayed in bed until well late at night. Time passes so quickly in my musing. I think this darkness is my sanctuary. I don't know why or how, or when, but I grew to like the darkest night. Not the nights of glittering stars or nights of full moon, but just night. The endless cloak of black, that engulfs every thought.
I could feel, one by one, my conscience flowing away. My power of reasoning, my life itself. No, not that I wanted to die or something, just I feel that I didn't belong anymore. I feel I have to move, moving on, but I don't know where. I dislike uncertainties. It eats away my sanity.
/time is my energy
time is my ecstasy
time is my elegy
time is my end/
When I was little, I was always fascinated by mechs. Their beautiful in their own right. But I never ever once thought of using it as a thing to take people life away, even though I know that is mainly what they are for. My obsession haven't gone that far yet. Not until the attack to Sanc. Not until my eyes have to be witnesses to life drowning into oblivion. Not until my ears have to be witnesses to the screams of pointless wishes of being alive. I never thought I would come out from the blazing hell on earth.
But I did. And my obsession on mechs changed. Zechs Merquise. Maybe I am scared enough to use Peacecraft to fight. To use a pacifist as a pawn in war and wring so many lives out of their body. I thought this is my calling... Until, I came back to my old home.
It calls for sanity.
/time is music evolving
thought is melody to involving minute's emotion
teaching illusion/
I heard the sound of piano came streaming through. Soft tones underlying forte notes of harsh life. Treize. He's playing our favourite piece that dates back to our childhood.
Heavy Trills. The sound of buzzing dragonflies over the deep green meadow.
Pizzicato. The irony of living.
Staccato. The quest for life.
Legato. Of those nights of happy laughter and of the big full moon.
Piano. My mother, my father, my sister... my family... my friend.
They are of sweet, beautiful heart.
Forte. The millions of anguish of lost lives.
Sforzando. The accentuated life. A pacifist by right and a killer by emotion.
Fast beats. My hearts went running.
Slow ones. I thought my life had just end.
The song spun illusion. Like the darkest night and the blaring day. Clips of my life speeds through like frames in a photograph film. Some repeated itself like an overdeveloped photograph, some barely there, like it never existed before.
/even though it may enter the idea
missing every thought inside my ear
thrilling illusion
magical end/
I like to stay in my illusion spun dream, staying in a dream world. Both my illusion and the real world are uncontrollable, like sand seeping through my fingers. And like the sand castle hit by the waves, like the sand in a sand clock, it fades away.
And the mirror shattered. All conscience ends. I don't know what to do.
/time is my energy
time is my ecstacy
time is my elegy
time is my end/
I remembered, after the fall of the kingdom, I was so absorbed in sadness, and hatred. And it only needs one glimpse of a mech to rouse the assassin in my blood. And I trained.
But then, the royal palace of Sanc, reminds me of who I am. The son of King Peacecraft. A Peacecraft. The bringer of peace.
The delegation came one day, to ask me to take back the throne.
My world crumble before me.
/take it mother earth
earth mother each days
travelling into magical ends
and magic enthrust/
I wish I could just disappear with the wind. To a land where there is no more thoughts. Where I could just stay and not care of anything. Where there is no death or doubt.
When I closed my eyes, I could hear, Treize, my friend, my commander, saying, "Do what your heart tells." and when I closed my eyes, I could see the plays of colour, the splashes of emotion, that I don't know existed in me. I always thought I knew grey as the only colour of my life. And a heartless Lightning Baron, who kills coldly.
Death best served cold.
But tonight, I could sense myself dying in the myriad of other colours.
Red. my uniform colour. Hatred. Warmth.
Platinum. my hair. Coldness.
Green. the meadows that I missed.
White. the swift horse I once owned. Fastness and Agility. Innocence.
Yellow. the soft laughter of my childhood.
Purple. the grand life of living honest and true.
Blue. serenity. The skies that I loved so much.
And there are other colours that I could not name, churning my emotion creating a life of its own.
And darkness came.
/time is my energy
time is my ecstacy
time is my elegy
time is my end/
I wonder where all those have gone. Why my perception can't pick them anymore. Peacecraft or Merquise.
Entanglement.
/time is my end
time is my end/
I don't want to think anymore. I happily sank into the oblivious pocket of time.
Peacecraft and Merquise.
Light and Darkness.
Me.
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tbc.
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