❂ one | video post

[gazingup]

[ Betraying the heavy mood of the City, the center of town is relatively quiet. Only the soft patter of foot steps here and there and the murmuring of hushed voices reach the air, but if anyone was to pay attention, they might notice a orange-yellow orb making a low course across the sky. An orb that's heading for a direct target-- which just happens to be a certain shiningdown. Ironic, isn't it? And the orb dips, gaining speed as it begins to fall toward earth, the light peeling back to reveal a young man with look of death (or at least shock) across his face. Finally he reaches his target, colliding directly into the woman, and in turn knocking them both into the fountain. There's a rather loud splash, as there obviously would be. ]

Oh, Mother! Mother, I've gotten you all wet!

[ absolutely furious splashing, like someone's just flailed her arms in exasperation...which Yvaine has ] Mother? Who's 'Mother'? Ow, would you get off of me already? ... [some more indignant splashing]

You are my mother! [he still hasn't gotten off her yet, probably too caught up in the moment to realize that he just might be heavy.] See, I've got this candle- I've got the candle you gave me, and I thought of you just like I was supposed to...then suddenly I was here!

[ a long pause........silence.....maybe just the sound of the fountain ] I'm as much your mother as you are a genius. Weren't you listening? I said, move! [the sound of...well she's trying to push him over now, not really caring if she tips him right over back into the fountain next to her or not because...he Isn't Listening fff ]

[ he lands beside her with another splash, choking on a gulp of water in the same motion.] But this candle is- [a fit of coughs] ...this candle should have taken me to my mother! Unless-- [ there's a stunned look on his face, his mouth half agape and eyes wide as he focuses them on Yvaine. ]

...I was thinking of my mother, and then Victoria popped in my head -- the star! I was thinking of the star! Then why- then why am I here in a fountain? On top of a woman! There's no star around here! Is this ruddy candle broken or something?

[ equally stunned silence but not of astonishment...unless you count astonishment by what Yvaine considers the closest personification of the word idiocy she's ever been so unfortunate to encounter ] ...of course. It had nothing to do with you not being able to follow simple directions. [sarcasm, would you like some more? because there IS more...lots]

You're unnecessarily cruel, you know that?

Only if you've earned it!

How have I earned it? I haven't done anything to you!

Comments

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Who is this?

WHERE DOES THE VOICE COME FROM 1/2

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

I don't think she'll hurt me. Not with anything besides words, at least.

2/2

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

I hear your voice, but I cannot see your face.

...Are you a ghost?

HERE WE GO 1/2

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Thinking on this and how few people showed him mercy regarding the Talking Box when he first arrived.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Mercy it is.]

Look for a small object, a bit like a brick and just as useful. I can see you, do you see me?

1/idk

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

I think- [rustle, rustle, a harsh screeech of static] I think I've found it? Is this i- What a strange little box! And look, there's a little man in the center and he's moving--

2/idk

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[ Tristan peers closer and closer toward the screen, close enough that his nose bumps against the screen. ]

3/ik

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[ He backs away from the screen, but his eyes are impossibly wide, as the corner of his mouth gradually pull themselves into lopsided o. ]

4/idk

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

 

5/6

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

[ He fumbles the communicator and nearly drops it. By now, he almost looks beyond shocked - as if looking into the visage of an actual ghost. ]

6/6

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

...Father?

1/?????

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

That would be me.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

DONE

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

...Pardon?

1/4

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

You're-

2/4

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

I'd know that face anywhere. Those features, that chin- Even if I was young at the time, I still remember...

3/5

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

....

The hair is completely wrong though. Completely.

4/5

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

 

5/5

[gazingup.livejournal.com]

...Why are you here, Father?

And why are you so young? Not to say you look old now, but it's just- You know what I mean!

1/2

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Because I am young, I think there must be some kind of--

[eiremagic]

Father?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Eden!