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shindou chrono ⚙ 新導 クロノ ([personal profile] clockpunk) wrote2025-02-21 12:07 pm
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peripheries: (why doesn't Teams ever go down???)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-26 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kaworu doesn't stir but he twitches slightly at the touch.

Its hard to say if the call is heard... it definitely reaches somewhere but is swallowed up into a greater void, drowned out by crashing waves and ocean wind.]
peripheries: (gayngst)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-26 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's right. The pull is like that of a black hole. Consuming and trapping everything around it, so powerful that not even light can escape. But that doesn't mean the light is gone.

Something crosses a precipice. Chrono can feel it. It's small and it's frail but its there, even in the face of unfathomable depth.]
peripheries: (i edited this icon badly)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-26 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Its nice when things are easy.

But when are things ever easy? The void will start to drown him out. It's not even consciously doing so. It's a void and all it knows is how to consume everything unto its own emptiness. It will keep taking from Chrono, feeding off his image, as though if it takes enough, it will be satiated and find some kind peaceful ending.]
peripheries: (its only teenage wasteland)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-27 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Something breaks. A crack in the glass. The cracks twist and expand from the smallest point of impact.

You're on the beach now, Chrono. You're closer but you're not quite there. You stand behind the barrier to the shore. Your eyes were amongst those watching.

Something pushes him back. Away from the barrier from everything. It asks him to give up. To just let it be.]
peripheries: (twink on twink violence epidemic)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-27 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[He walks for so long on the endless beach along the wall. There's a massive shadow in the distance. As he walks, he can find no trace of chips or cracks. Though eventually, it is his foot that hits something, not his hand.

A small rock with a jagged edge.]
peripheries: (all that glitters is gold)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-27 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[At first nothing gives. Just another fruitless endeavor. Nothing here matters... except the smallest action. An attempt to break through and to change.

Then suddenly cracks appear, spiderwebbing in all directions, distorting both Chrono's reflection and the sea behind the barrier. A small chip of glass falls away leaving a small hole. Light flows between the two spaces.]
peripheries: (time to suit up)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-27 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[At first it holds, seemingly resistant to Chrono's blows, then suddenly... the entire part of the wall caves in and shatters completely. The ocean air flows around him, warm and pleasant with the sound of gentle waves crashing onto the shore.

It's a pleasant place, all things considered. But it's so empty. It's the feeling of the void again. What is beauty if there's no one to help you understand it?]
peripheries: (america i am confusion)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-27 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Who's there...?

The thought is timid and surprised, almost incredulous, to hear another voice reaching for him. There's a pull towards a small tide pool, one completely that would be completely submerged at night during high-tide. Inside, a small, pale-haired boy is curled up inside, half submerged in the clear water.]
peripheries: (at least be human)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-27 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kaworu blinks up at him, confused, like he can't believe this is happening. This beach had been on his mind since he was a child and it was always the same: infinite and lonely, forever trapped between two places he cannot enter.

Still, without even thinking or waiting for a prompt, he reaches up and takes Chrono's extended hand.]
peripheries: (why doesn't Teams ever go down???)

[personal profile] peripheries 2025-03-27 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kaworu steadies himself on Chrono's knee, the salt water running down the back of his neck and dripping off his hair. He notices Chrono's exhaustion and the red on his hands and immediately feels guilty. For bringing Chrono here. And then for being selfish enough to be glad to see him.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you here.