[ ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ １ · crescendo ]
i choose you! jyushimatsu!
It was wild. But, hey, since he was the son of…
No. He was no one’s son. He didn’t want a position as—as low as being affiliated with the scum of the Kalon species. His foolish father who gained massive fame with that of manipulating others—he didn’t think he should be even related to that monster at all. That wasn’t a Kalon. That was like the nightmarish creatures that manifested in his head after raves that were too wild, arrangements that were too overwhelming, lectures that were too…
Too…
Forget that.
Now was Ren’s moment. He’d allow the music to take him away, wash him ashore of some vast, beautiful island… But the current state of where he lived was hellish. To any other’s eye, it would appear the normal habitat of Kalons, but to him, it was a prison. The only way to escape was through his music—Synaesthesia Auditiva. To heal through his music, to not see, to not feel, but to experience.
He has that all ripped away from him when his headphones were seized. When he stopped hearing.
He couldn’t just stop hearing.
So what use was it to speak?
His father only wanted him to see the future - not hear the voices of others futures.
Fine.
Forget light.
Forget the soft - no, harsh glow of light.
If his father wanted him to worship the light that much…
A pop of a tube opening.
Then he’d become that damn light which the evil Kalon wanted.
A gulp.
“Ah. I can hear you, now…”
Luminescent liquid poured out…
[ ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ２ · diminuendo ]
i choose you! finch
...wait that doesn't rhyme
watering eyes and tears and oh god
acidic fluid creeping up gagging and heaving throats
between the ringing and the panic was no room to breathe—to inhale—oxygen
breathe
gagging
here are empty stomachs with watery dinners on the floor
smiling sadly up at him
burning throats dry heaving
stop? stop stop please.
punishment, this must be punishment
justice has found him and he sobs, heaves, please
not feeling the warm wetness
numb faces cannot feel tears
tears?
they mix in a cauldron of acidic glowing regrets
...
like pretty fireflies
ringing in his ears and he's struck by fear
real fear
clenching hearts and heavy chests and spit dribbling down chins
ringing ringing ringing
how scared was he?
ringing ringing
enough to drop dead
ringing
and stop...
...stop
fall
clatter clatter
and a laugh
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