LE MORT VIVANT

🌹 : “You speak as if I do not occupy the same space. Worry not, you may rest yourself! It is in capable hands already.”

“If you feel the need to keep spilling nonsense like that from the piss-pot you insist on calling your mouth, I will not hesitate to shoot you.”

“Perhaps it’s for the better that this ‘Christine’ isn’t here.”

as grand as the city was, to find good music was as easy as trying to pluck a needle from a haystack, it seemed. at least beyond the doors of the theatres, wonderful music and talent was almost unheard of, as if the rest of the island was a bland, empty canvas lacking the paint to appear beautiful. whilst it had been almost unheard of for the phantom to leave his opera house behind for the world beyond, after his summoning he had ventured further and further into the world, thus for this dear summoning term, he was bound to journey further. out and up into the daylight, to wander about with the rest of them, the humans he had never felt so far from in all his life. 

wandering a little further away from his home, he came to a place abundant with pink-shaded trees, surprising for how late in the year it was. humming as he went, he found it was an incredibly peaceful and beautiful place, undeserving of the tainting visage that he most certainly was. such a shame, that such a wonderful scene would then be poisoned by his ugly form, by the monster he was... but he soon learned that he was not alone there. a soft sing-song came from one of the benches across the yard, the voice belonging to a young women, it seemed. such a sweet tune she sang, quite fitting for the beauty which surrounded her. why, he had not gone searching for music, and yet it still found its way to him. 

     It was just far too hot. His usual attire wasn’t that acclimated for the warmest of weathers– it was quite breezy where it needed to be, but for days like this, he felt like he was melting. Even sitting underneath a beach umbrella like this, with the brine-filled air of the sea carelessly blowing, it still felt just too hot. 

He would take this opportunity to take a short break from beach combing, as a result.

Leaning his head back with a sigh, the man closes his eyes… and after a moment, opens them again as he can’t help but hear what sounded like humming. Sure enough, he wasn’t the only one underneath here– rather, it seemed like a much stuffier-dressed man had joined him.

“… I’m shocked to see anyone wearing clothes like that in weather like this.”

     It was more an observation than an attempt at starting conversation. Normally he’d have instead complained about the other being too loud, but– the other’s voice wasn’t so bad.

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it was barely a habit, if you were to be technical about the fact that no matter where he roamed, or whom he sought after, the assassin would always be humming or singing in some regard, day or night. it begs not the the classification of habit, if only because it is rooted within his very heart, that twisted thing it is. still, it makes for amusing conversation should you just so happen to pass him, or indeed overhear the often beautifully mimicked music from his lips. 

“ la... “ the final note, as he was so rudely interrupted-- no no! appreciation for style is something to be celebrated, after all. the phantom paused, sure to turn his face in such a way that the ghastly side of him is not seen. “ ah, yes... “ was it quite so odd? he never did feel the heat...  “ does it bother you so, monsieur? “ 

          THERE IS SOMETHING LONESOME ABOUT THE DAY ! It comes as the days begin to grow shorter and the nights colder. Leaves burst forth in brilliant yellows and reds. A golden array of withering. The fallen foliage ripples the surface of the previously still pond. In its depths creatures of the divine and mundane drifted along. To the water’s edge they gather, congregating by the crouching youkai as she found her reflection in the pool. 

           The kappa was a fellow demon, a vicious creature but not one without compassion. A school of smaller koi trailed behind the beast just as its head pierced the surface skewing her image in the water completely. Without fear she reaches forward a hand resting lightly on the river spirit’s snout. In her mind she could hear its voice, a low growl which was contrary to its words of kindness. ❛ Yes, it is my birthday. Thank you for your well wishes but I am fine, really. ❜  While she wished to swiftly assure him she could already feel her eyes beginning to sting, an emotional reaction to a very simple act of kindness.

         Before her condition could worsen there is a rustling in the brush behind her. Eyes widen in panic, not due to her own disheveled appearance but at the kappa’s reaction to the arrival of  the stranger. Teeth barred in response and a bloodthirsty snarl shook the pond causing the school of fish to scatter. ❛ Stay back ! You’ve startled him. ❜ A hurried warning and then Zakuro was upon the other youkai, bare hands clasped around its jaw preventing its venomous bite.

from time to time, the opera ghost ventured beyond the darker corners of the theatre to instead take muse from the world around him. during the autumnal season it was quite easy to strike the chords of melancholy, for the world was soon fading from a heated, brilliant summer to a colder, far more harsh winter. snow might soon fall, the blossoms would surely fade... and the night, oh how it would reign. even despite the daylight however, assassin walked close to the shadows, posture tall but his demeanour wary. after all, he was a monster in plain sight, such things were simply unheard of.

but the mumbling of someone by the water’s edge caught his ear, a voice so sorrowful the poets may have wept! a birthday too, my my what a tragedy it was to hear such things. whilst he had never endured a celebration for his own, the owner of such a beautifully sad voice was surely deserving of some element of festivities? music, at the very least! but before he could make good of his intentions, the stranger was raising her voice at him, prompting him to step back a way, to avoid the apparent danger.

“If you want to talk about fear friend I’ve been told I’m the best to go too. No one in their right mind would face this.”

“Did someone hear that? It sounded a bit like the wind, maybe this place is haunted. Now wouldn’t that be fun.”

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