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creationofwill) wrote2010-01-23 04:46 am
creationofwill) wrote2010-01-23 04:46 am
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but when you're god, all you have to do
is lie
once upon a time, in the heart of one whom may someday be called a man, were the wishes of a young boy. he had committed sins and atoned, he had taken no action, every action, and sacrificed his whole being for another whose name was stamped deep into his heart. we could be talking about shinji ikari, we could be talking about kaworu nagisa. does it really matter all that much in the end?
their souls and wishes are the same and at the moment, they are being fulfilled. a perfect paradise cannot last forever, but one can try - can't they? try to remember, try to forget, try to be nothing more but two teenagers in an undisturbed peace at a summer home.
try, try, try. the longer a wait, the harder the fall, but maybe it was worth it after all.
is lie
once upon a time, in the heart of one whom may someday be called a man, were the wishes of a young boy. he had committed sins and atoned, he had taken no action, every action, and sacrificed his whole being for another whose name was stamped deep into his heart. we could be talking about shinji ikari, we could be talking about kaworu nagisa. does it really matter all that much in the end?
their souls and wishes are the same and at the moment, they are being fulfilled. a perfect paradise cannot last forever, but one can try - can't they? try to remember, try to forget, try to be nothing more but two teenagers in an undisturbed peace at a summer home.
try, try, try. the longer a wait, the harder the fall, but maybe it was worth it after all.
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He wants this to exist
and
he is god
and
all he has to do is lie
A summer home? Let's expand the picture a bit. It's almost dark and the fireflies are already out. Shinji is holding a glass jar on his chest, top unscrewed but even its existence forgotten. Why try to trap the fireflies for fun? Not even if it expanded their own, homemade jail.
It's humid out and he feels messy, but that's okay. He's a guy, nobodys gonna mind.
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Let alone Shinji himself...
"How many days?" he asks vaguely. Or rather, it may be a vague question to anyone else, but not those who stayed here -
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His parents died long ago, right? That's what Shinji feels like. No, his dad doesn't have time, his mom is... becoming well?
That had been how he ha met Kaworu. It was an easy enough detail to believe. That he would heed to... become well. That Shinji would meet him this way. That they would get in trouble, that he would try anything he could to land in there and see the two over and over again, but that was why he was dumped and duped. Yeah.
Keeping straight of time was important and Shinji was the only one who could do it for the other okay. They couldn't split that up not ever ever ever. Okay? Okay.
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He never feels like he's really there unless he's connecting with Shinji. But he has no idea what that means. He trusts Shinji with everything really.
"Gimme," he says, grabbing one of the earbuds for the SDAT. They could use two sets but Kaworu like it better this way, anything to feel more connected.
He never asks a thing about Shinji's music. He listens sometimes. But Shinji kept a tape just for him, it was nice. Good or bad, to keep him connected.
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"Yeah," he says, and laughs. "Alright."
In the tape goes.
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" I told you 'bout living in the U.S. of A.
Don't you know that I'm a gangster of love
Let me tell you people that I found a new way
And I'm tired of all this talk about love
And the same old story with a new set of words
About the good and the bad and the poor
And the times keep on gchangin'
So I'm keepin' on top
Of every fat cat who walks through my door "
He's cracking up maybe the second line through and ruins it all. "Sing," he orders, settling his head on Shinji's shoulder. "Or I'll tell Misato and none of them will stop!"
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" I'm a space cowboy
Bet you weren't ready for that
I'm a space cowboy
I'm sure you know where it's at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I see the show downs, slow downs, lost and found, turn arounds
The boys in the military shirts
I keep my eyes on the prize, on the long fallen skies
And I don't let my friends get hurt
All you back room schemers, small trip dreamers
Better find something new to say
Cause you're the same old story
It's the same old crime
And you got some heavy dues to pay "
...
"Kill me now." Sweet, sweet relief.
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...at that moment, the music starts informin them about some woman's hips, but he absolutely refuses. Nobody ever said he wasn't an asshole.
"Shinji," he says, not caring if the music is on or off at this point. If you sing willingly, nobody will laugh at it, at least Shinji would not, not ever. " Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars "
He's on his hands and knees now, one hand grippig at the other boy's shirt, the other in Shinji's hair. He kisses Shinji on all the cute places girls go for, because he knows it rives Shinji insane.
" In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore "
Let him sing in the form of a kiss, let his heart beat faster, let him secretly enjoy being caught and lectured -
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Touch a little under the shirt, feel the warm temperature, find it weir as always that if he touches Kaworu's hair that likes to curl in this sort of weather, yet again wonder how it can act like it does and be such a soft texture. Kiss him for what seems the millionth time since they got here, ignore dinner and get into worthy trouble. Always, always want that. Even if he was stealing right now. Let it last as long as possible he'll take the punishment in the end.
. . .In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you. . .