No. 6

[Rainbow-Lord Crowmunculus]

so u guise I wrote a fic and now I want validation :I

(no spoilers, because I wrote it before the end. It's all rambly stream-of-consciousness word porn and yeah because I fail plot forever)

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Achromatopsia
(because rats are colorblind)

Why does everything have to be black and white with you? Because black is all he has known, black of rot and old blood and oily night wrapped around screaming fire and Sion is all that is right in the world but it is black that ensured his creation; everything that has fallen has fallen for his continued existence, child sacrifice of No. 6, traitor to the rot that birthed him. He was born into evil, the original sin of the generation before, his world was built on corpses and his Eden upon death but it never touched him.

Sion is all that is right in the world and when he looks at Nezumi the darkness doesn't touch him. Both of them are born of rot – rot is all Nezumi is, anger and half-lies and deceit and pain swirled around lowly rodent soul, small creature of vermin and pestilence and fear clutching tight to his rage. Nezumi is bitterness and animal ferocity and hurt and no one has ever seen through him, never, except this impossible savant-savior with eyes raw and red like a heartbeat who laughs like a prayer and smiles like the sun. His hair in the winter sun is prismatic, iridescent, because it isn't truly white just as Nezumi's is not truly black – glossy blue like the sheen on a blackbird's wing – translucent, no color and every color, the possibility of color, presence of color and the absence of it. Not white or gray or any shade inbetween, a spectrum, one and all and nothing and everything, fine-spun and perfect as spider's silk.

And Nezumi walks a tightrope thin as spider's silk between love and hate for this boy, hate for all that he is and love for all that he is, in spite of all that he is, because of all who he is. The darkness never touched him and Nezumi hates him for that, loves him for that. Sion is everything Nezumi will never have and everything Nezumi will never be and for that he hates him, hates him with a blind intensity so clean and pure that it's really the same as being in love.

Sion is a shock of color in a black and white world, all that is right from all that is wrong, a contradiction given life and form and breath and pulse against Nezumi's fingers, blood against his blade, warmth against his chest as they dance onetwothree that tightrope line of friend and enemy, savior and killer, black and white and all the reasons Nezumi should hate him but can't.

And if he dies like this, destroyed as surely as his illusions of a monochrome world, he only hopes that Sion won't fall with him when he falls.

Tell me what you think? :'D I've reread it so many times I don't actually know if I like it or not orz I wrote it at like two in the morning and I was mostly just having fun with pretty words...it feels like that's what I do with about half the things I write...


SOME RECS AND STUFF BECAUSE SHARING IS CARING:
-Ask Nezumi and Shion! One of my favorite ask blogs, run by an awesome artist who is also a really cool person.
-Ask Mouse, another awesome ask blog. They've been inactive lately but they recently said they'll be back soon!
-Ask Hamlet, Cravat, and Tsukiyo, LAST ASK BLOG I PROMISE XD But seriously gorgeous art, hilarious answers. Check 'em out!
-Texts from No. 6. ALWAYS RELEVANT.

...I had more I was gonna post but then I forgot :B be back later with more spam though, definitely

ETA: AMVs!

I already posted this one but I don't care, here it is again:









AND ANOTHER SONG:



Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye
Leonard Cohen

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you
But now it's come to distances and both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time
Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me
It's just the way it changes like the shoreline and the sea
But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pilow like a sleepy golden storm
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you
But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

[helle is a SLYTHERIN <3]

Adorable fic is adorable.

Seriously, it was super sweet <3

(stalking all of those blogs btw)

[helle is a SLYTHERIN <3]

Double post, but I stumbled across this on my dash:

[Rainbow-Lord Crowmunculus]

Thank you very much! ;~; I wrote that before the end of the series aired and I was still convinced that Nezumi was going to die, as is the curse upon my OTPs xD;

Also BEES. BEES EVERYWHERE. I LOVE THAT GIF SO MUCH YOU ARE AWESOME FOR POSTING IT <3


I UH, I ACTUALLY WROTE ANOTHER FIC IT'S POSTSERIES HAPPY STUFF AND SPOILERY FOR ENDGAME:

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Phoenix

And when the wandering star returns at long last to his place at the side of the star that stands still, the Earth has traveled four times around the sun. Nezumi returns early on the heels of spring; the thunderstorm that greets him is not a typhoon, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, all that matters is Sion, that Sion is there, that Sion waited for him –

And the window is open and Sion is there, smiling, tears and rain mingling on his cheeks. He screams into the wind: "Come in, Nezumi."

There is rain on Nezumi's face, too.

He's drawn to Sion's side like a magnet to metal, some inescapable law of nature. He pulls Sion close and hides the emotion in his eyes in that beautiful white hair, and over the roar of thunder in his head he thinks I'm home, Sion, and he thinks a thousand things for which he hasn't yet the words. Maybe there aren't words, for this, maybe he doesn't need words for this fierce pressure and warmth in his chest, settled behind his heart. Nezumi has always prided himself on his words, but Sion, he can't wrap his head around Sion, he can't wrangle his thoughts into coherency when Sion is holding him like this.

Nezumi doesn't realize that Sion is holding him up until Sion's knees buckle under his weight and they almost both fall over. Nezumi catches him in time and Sion laughs – the most beautiful sound in all the world – and says "I love you, Nezumi."

It feels like he's burning – like he's burning from the inside out, but it's not like before, no; he is being destroyed, surely, by these flames, by this smiling boy in his arms, but through this fire he is wiped clean, and through this fire he is reborn.

"Welcome home."

And Sion saves his life more and more every day. It is a debt he will never be able to fully repay, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, because Sion asks for nothing in return, wants nothing except the warmth of Nezumi's presence by his side and Nezumi will never leave him again, never.

His hands meet in a desperate clutch at the small of Sion's back and draw him close, draw him closer still, until Nezumi can't tell which heartbeat is which, until it doesn't matter anymore. Sion rests his head on Nezumi's chest like he belongs there, and he does.

And he doesn't have the words, doesn't have the words, and Nezumi says "I apologize for the wait, Your Majesty," and Sion kisses softly the exposed skin of his throat to let him know he hears, and he knows.

ohgod I am such a sap TwT

in the works I have a retelling of the series set up to sound almost like a fairy tale so it's really just an excuse for me to use poetic prose, guilty pleasure wingfic because I'm Crowmunculus and I can, a story using birds as metaphors, and a story about Nezumi's socks disappearing which leads to him to go insane. I AM PREDICTABLE YES and also never going to finish my NaNo if this keeps up fuck NezuShi GET OUT OF MY HEAD

[PuzzleChick]

YAY POST SERIES HAPPY THIS MAKES ME A HAPPY PUZZLE. <33 I'm legit happy-wibbling now.

Crow you write the best stuff. I always feel insignificant beside you but it's okay because I like reading your stuff. =3= (I'm sorry for never commenting on the first one, it kind of depressed me and I didn't know what to say to it other than "My heart. It hurts. D= /creys forever" which didn't seem like a very good comment. OTL)

ETA: On a completely separate note, my parents get the AARP magazine, and on the cover of the recent was was a bottle of honey and a BEE. I SCREAMED.

[Rainbow-Lord Crowmunculus]

^ thank you Puzzle ;~; you know me and my total lack of self-esteem, so thank you so much for the encouragement and stuff <3

SO YOU GUYS. Oh my god you guys. oh my goooood. I started reading novel translations here (updates with about a half a chapter every Sunday; each novel is five chapters or so, and novel three was just wrapped up) and ASDJFLKSJDFLKSJFKLJSL. Oh my god. I got caught up on this amazing translator's updates and I'm crying forever because I require moar.

READ THIS:

Even if he had the chance to return to that night, he would have done the same thing. He would have taken in the wind and rain, and the intruder that came with it. He felt it with certainty, and his certainty put him at unease. It wasn't like he found his life now more satisfying than before. He still had deep attachments to ecology, his state-of-the-art learning environment, his comfortable life ― and shamefully enough, even the accolades, the words of praise and encouragement, and gazes of admiration that he was the centre of. But even so, he would have done the same thing. If accepting Nezumi meant his own destruction, then to destruction he would have tread again and again. He had no regrets about what he did. But he couldn't explain why. Since that night, other hurricanes came and went. Listening to the excited murmurings of the leaves in the wind, Sion felt not regret, but a sense of longing. It was a yearning to see him again.
-vol 1. ch. 2

NO HOMO THO

You guys. I cannot even. The novels are beautiful and everyone should read them. All the characters get more development, there's lots more banter and domestic interaction between Nezumi and Sion, and we get a lot more detail about No. 6 and the world in general. AND THE WRITING OH MY GOD THE WRITING. In future books there's also a LOT more of Nezumi's backstory and more bad guy characters.

There are novel summaries online but I'm not reading them because I kind of like having something to look forward to every week XD; also I really love this translator's work, and I'd wait for the real thing rather than read a summary any day, even if I am super impatient.

[bespecledcow]

READING. (like I just finished chapter 2) And tomorrow's my day off so I'll watch the anime then too.

[helle is a SLYTHERIN <3]

READING THE NOVELS OHMYGOD.
I CAN'T EVEN ARTICULATE.

[piedpiperpluto]

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(this thread needs to live dammit. :T)

[PuzzleChick]

...THIS THREAD NOW HAS ALL OF MY TEARS. ;__;

Goddamn, AMVs always get to me. Always.