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Feb. 7th, 2011 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
affronter[ Xion's always had this thing for dreaming. Although, back home, it was memories... memories and meanings she couldn't understand. Dreams of the ocean and the sound of waves, dreams of a boy in red...
Her dreams are so often memories. After all, what is she but memories? Just a doll, made to live off of the memories of a boy like some kind of parasite. But now she has memories all her own... so many of them. And she dreams about those, too.
They aren't always good dreams. Sometimes they are dark and full of blood.
It's a shame she fell asleep with her journal on the covers -- because when she wakes up, shooting up into a sitting position with a shout, the journal of course falls open and records her cry.
Nothing can be seen -- after all, the room is dark. But the sound of her panting breaths come through -- the only sound, for a moment, until she gathers herself enough to sigh. ]
Come on, Xion, get it together.
[ And she'd been having an easier time getting to sleep, too, after all the help everyone had given her...
Somewhat reflexively, she'll scoop up her journal as she gets out of bed, temporarily cutting off the feed. However, it's only a few moments later that the journal is reopened -- still in darkness, only barely leavened by the moonlight drifting in through the window. However, there is a new sound.
Xion is ... singing.
Bits and pieces, at a slower tempo, of a song that someone once played for her. Of course, there are no words, but her voice is actually ... kind of sweet, and soft, floating and tumbling between the notes. It goes like this for a few quiet moments, with some other soft sounds in the background as she gets some water.
And when she turns around, she will realize the journal did not stay upright where she set it, and fell open. Again. Of course. SIGH. Oh well. She'll move over to the table and sit, lightly tapping on the page that's been recording her. ]
... is anyone even awake at this hour? And I guess... well, if you heard me ... what's your favorite song?
(ooc; actually, pretty tired! gonna hit the hay. tags tomorrow! oh, and I'd imagine this whole thing went down... somewhere around 4 AM. ps her voice, with bonus ironic lyrics.)
Her dreams are so often memories. After all, what is she but memories? Just a doll, made to live off of the memories of a boy like some kind of parasite. But now she has memories all her own... so many of them. And she dreams about those, too.
They aren't always good dreams. Sometimes they are dark and full of blood.
It's a shame she fell asleep with her journal on the covers -- because when she wakes up, shooting up into a sitting position with a shout, the journal of course falls open and records her cry.
Nothing can be seen -- after all, the room is dark. But the sound of her panting breaths come through -- the only sound, for a moment, until she gathers herself enough to sigh. ]
Come on, Xion, get it together.
[ And she'd been having an easier time getting to sleep, too, after all the help everyone had given her...
Somewhat reflexively, she'll scoop up her journal as she gets out of bed, temporarily cutting off the feed. However, it's only a few moments later that the journal is reopened -- still in darkness, only barely leavened by the moonlight drifting in through the window. However, there is a new sound.
Xion is ... singing.
Bits and pieces, at a slower tempo, of a song that someone once played for her. Of course, there are no words, but her voice is actually ... kind of sweet, and soft, floating and tumbling between the notes. It goes like this for a few quiet moments, with some other soft sounds in the background as she gets some water.
And when she turns around, she will realize the journal did not stay upright where she set it, and fell open. Again. Of course. SIGH. Oh well. She'll move over to the table and sit, lightly tapping on the page that's been recording her. ]
... is anyone even awake at this hour? And I guess... well, if you heard me ... what's your favorite song?
(ooc; actually, pretty tired! gonna hit the hay. tags tomorrow! oh, and I'd imagine this whole thing went down... somewhere around 4 AM. ps her voice, with bonus ironic lyrics.)
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Date: 2011-02-09 08:20 am (UTC)a laugh, then ] I guess I could always sing it again, if you wanted to hear it.
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Date: 2011-02-09 09:46 am (UTC)[Mmmm sleepy. He looks back at the journal again, finally scooting closer so that his face comes into view.]
Hey, are you outside?
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Date: 2011-02-09 09:58 am (UTC)[ away she goes. by the time she reopens her journal a minute or two later, she's back in her room -- in bed, even, cuz it's warm here. ]
Hey, Luke? Can I ask you a favor?
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Date: 2011-02-09 06:41 pm (UTC)[Luke, don't agree to a favor and THEN ask what it is.]
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Date: 2011-02-09 07:02 pm (UTC)anyway, she'll hesitate for a second, but... ] You know ... it was a bad dream that woke me up in the first place. I usually have trouble falling to sleep after that, but ... could you sing one last thing for me? [ the implication -- that she'd like him to sing her to sleep -- is pretty clear. ]
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Date: 2011-02-09 07:08 pm (UTC)Wh-What? I mean, I'm not... sure if that'd work... [Fidget. He does not like singing, come on!]
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Date: 2011-02-09 07:23 pm (UTC)But Xion's being sincere with this. Rmmm. Rrrrrgh.
So he has to grumble a little, but it sounds like an agreement somewhere in there.]
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Date: 2011-02-09 07:29 pm (UTC)Even with the embarrassment and the fact that it's quiet, though, it's still clear that Luke is pretty into it. His voice grows stronger every now and then, only to quiet down once more, and there's a certain tone to it that indicates some level of sincerity and affection for either the song or whoever he's playing it for. It is Xion, after all...]
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Date: 2011-02-09 07:40 pm (UTC)... it works like a charm. She loses herself in the song and the sound of his voice, though early on in the song, the clear emotions coming through make her heart flutter. Jeez, Luke.
She'll listen to the whole thing in contented silence. She's warm, comfortable, and above all... she feels happy, and safe. Evetn if he's not right there with her... having his voice is almost as good. owards the end of the song, she does indeed start to drift off to sleep.
However, she's not quite far gone yet -- when the song ends, she notices it, and gives a quiet, contented hum. ]
Thank you, Luke. Goodnight. [ and she'll shut the journal -- so nothing else wakes her tonight -- before falling properly to sleep. ]
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Date: 2011-02-09 08:29 pm (UTC)[And the journal shut. Dammit, he was about to say good night in return! fff. Good thing she was obviously happy about the song.
Luke still turns ahead of him and rubs his throat, though, with a little frown. Honestly, singing makes his throat hurt, sounds weird, and isn't as good as actually listening to music. He'd rather play an instrument, like a piano, rather than sing. Maybe he should do that for her instead... But no, he's not really that great at it.
... Why is he thinking of doing those things for her anyway?! It's not like he wants to... right?
Rmmm. He shakes his head to clear that heated feeling in his cheeks, then slides out of the chair to slip into his own bed. He's stayed awake long enough.]