On The Edge

[Mistay]

He considered her dreamy, vague words carefully. Maybe that's what he needed to do, fade away, instead of this bloody, brutal end he was constantly creating for himself. A small growl built up behind his throat, and gently rolled into the air. He could do no such thing! He didn't deserve the fade away, as this beautiful savior in front of him did! He deserved only the worse.

When he spoke, his voice held an emotion akin to thoughtfullness.

"Yes, I suppoose we will. But it seems to be that my time is not yet here, though it should have been."

He was no longer accusing her, merely stating his feelings, raw and open. He almost hoped she would ask him why he hated himself so, and almost hoped she wouldn't. Would that send him over the edge again?

"Kaeobi, sing to me again."

[Vyn]

Kaeobi was silent this time, studying him with her melancholy gaze. Such a handsome young Rust, though he undoubtedly thought himself stained. However, that was the stigma of the Rust Type, just as the downfall of the Requiem was their misery. Always dancing along the edge of someone else's suicide.

Long ago this had stopped bothering her, she'd accepted her misery as a part of her and decided she might as well make the best of it. Which was harder said than done, because she was constantly slipping into the dark pit of her woe; a place where it was rather hard to make the best of anything.

"It does indeed appear that way." She smiled softly, attempting to be soothing though she found herself wondering if perhaps her smile would only deepen his misery. "Though...I'm happy it wasn't." She smiled again, gazing off through the canopy above and into the cover of sky it attempted to hide. "I was rather hoping for living company tonight."

Kaeobi was not yet ready to question his motives, in fact she wasn't sure if he was even ready to answer them. As beautiful as death was, she would not willingly lure her friends over the edge.

"Sing?"

The little chiroptae shifted lightly, then nodded. It was one of the few things, beside death, which gave her pleasure.

Slowly she shifted through her repertoire of requiems, hymn after wordless hymn. Someday she would put word to melody, but until the dying (for they were all slowly dying) were truly dead, she could not put words to their Hymns. However, she came to one song she had heard before, which had struck a chord in her mind. A soft sigh and the Chiroptae settled herself beside Jakean.

"Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday..."

There was more, but for now she would wait and see how he took to the first part. Her bleak eyes were focused on the Rust now, curious but calmer than they'd been in a long time.

[Mistay]

Jakean's spirits lifted in the tiniest way upon hearing of her desire for company, for the feeling so closely mirrored his own right now. But it was her smile that caught his attention. It was not happy, nor sad. To him it seemed as thought her smile was empty more than anything. Nothing he couldn't relate to however.

But it was when she started to sing that he felt himself be lifted. He would never be out of his misery, for a Rust never was, but he could, at least, feel something other than pain. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the words that so closely described his turmoil. Funny that she knew exactly what he wanted to hear. Just to know that there were words for that was enough. A low growl of disapproval sounded from within his throat when she stopped.

"Is there no more? Or are you simply teasing my tired mind, oh little Requiem?"

It was as close to humour as he had ever gotten, and even then it wasn't funny. Although, for him, anything that wasn't angry or depressed was considered funny.

[Mistay]

{{Are we continuing this, Vyn? xD}}