( ooc; get it like the cafe in boston?? i'm disowned already might as well continue. )
Would have thought you'd be more sorry about the "asshole" part. [ a jibe of dismissal because that has always been how heine copes. the flowers were a gesture borne from limited facts and, blatantly put, it got the message across - if the message was you're an asshole. it was an odd way of writing it, on the proverbial petals of something so transient, but heine was still learning the bullshit of romanticism, of flowers and language that rin seems to have full fluency in.
the tearstained eyes...they puzzle him. they perplex him and he wonders at it all too briefly; what is it like to cry? why?
he settles on the memory. the pits of darkness, the disgustingly - pleasantly warm red and the sickening sound of a crushed skull, a lastbreath plea. ] So - said yes to her test. That's when I first talked to the collar, I guess. Or whatever it is. He's a messy eater with a shit sense of humor.
[ their personality is written in polarity that nears similarity. if he thinks about it too hard, he will find that he does not know where he ends and the dog begins. ] I was different from the rest in whatever way she ended up changing me.
[ words feels like echoes, and his chest the cavern. ] When a spine goes berserk, there's no - control. No inhibitions. Kind of like an override - a defense mechanism or something.
[ he was the product of all of this, not the creator. no matter how close he walked ot the below even after getting out, there's still too much he didn't know. ]
Once her test was completed, it was as we predicted. The rest of the experiments weren't needed any more.
[ the implication would be enough, but he continues because he lives in a world of followthrough. ] She triggered the collars. Triggered them to fight -
I only remember some things from then, since I wasn't - lucid. I only came to in a pit of blood...
I killed them. Killed them all. Lily - [ a breath, before steel sets back and he watches the scenery. watches through and past it. past rin beside him and the stench of flowers. ] - then I broke out of the facility.
First time seeing the sky left a bitter aftertaste, too. [ a drag of air, slow and steady and he tilts his head up, scrapes the sky. ] There's more to it, but that's the main point...
[ and finally, he chances a look back to the other with persistent nonchalance, finds himself curious to hear what rin will say. what would his perceptions, with all the innocence in the world gathered in the blossoms of a tree, would suggest. ]
too much. au bon pAIN
Would have thought you'd be more sorry about the "asshole" part. [ a jibe of dismissal because that has always been how heine copes. the flowers were a gesture borne from limited facts and, blatantly put, it got the message across - if the message was you're an asshole. it was an odd way of writing it, on the proverbial petals of something so transient, but heine was still learning the bullshit of romanticism, of flowers and language that rin seems to have full fluency in.
the tearstained eyes...they puzzle him. they perplex him and he wonders at it all too briefly; what is it like to cry? why?
he settles on the memory. the pits of darkness, the disgustingly - pleasantly warm red and the sickening sound of a crushed skull, a lastbreath plea. ] So - said yes to her test. That's when I first talked to the collar, I guess. Or whatever it is. He's a messy eater with a shit sense of humor.
[ their personality is written in polarity that nears similarity. if he thinks about it too hard, he will find that he does not know where he ends and the dog begins. ] I was different from the rest in whatever way she ended up changing me.
[ words feels like echoes, and his chest the cavern. ] When a spine goes berserk, there's no - control. No inhibitions. Kind of like an override - a defense mechanism or something.
[ he was the product of all of this, not the creator. no matter how close he walked ot the below even after getting out, there's still too much he didn't know. ]
Once her test was completed, it was as we predicted. The rest of the experiments weren't needed any more.
[ the implication would be enough, but he continues because he lives in a world of followthrough. ] She triggered the collars. Triggered them to fight -
I only remember some things from then, since I wasn't - lucid. I only came to in a pit of blood...
I killed them. Killed them all. Lily - [ a breath, before steel sets back and he watches the scenery. watches through and past it. past rin beside him and the stench of flowers. ] - then I broke out of the facility.
First time seeing the sky left a bitter aftertaste, too. [ a drag of air, slow and steady and he tilts his head up, scrapes the sky. ] There's more to it, but that's the main point...
[ and finally, he chances a look back to the other with persistent nonchalance, finds himself curious to hear what rin will say. what would his perceptions, with all the innocence in the world gathered in the blossoms of a tree, would suggest. ]