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RE: Black Is The Colour [Closed] - K'nahli - 01-31-2014
The hyur's eyes narrowed at her words. So it wasn't a worry for never hearing it but rather the opposite. Andre was struck silent for a moment as his eyes travelled waywardly across the sun-bathed scenery in thought. His upbringing had turned him into an unusual character, a romantic that hesitates little when it comes to honeyed talk, though it was likely only an emphasis toward Clover's discomfort judging by her response.
"I hope by that you mean you are a being that does not find comfort in the concept of love and partnership rather that someone who believes themselves unworthy of it" was his response after a moment. His voice had become solid and less friendly now as he looked down at the young girl carefully in anticipation, genuinely uncertain of her words' meaning.
RE: Black Is The Colour [Closed] - Clover - 01-31-2014
Clover's eyes didn't raise to him, nor did her expression change at all. Her friend's question left her lost in thought for a few seconds, searching for an accurate answer. There was no accuracy, however, in a matter she didn't fully understand herself. Love had always been something beautiful in tales, in others, but when it was about her, it became the most strange, most scary thing ever.
"I don't feel worthy or unworthy... I just don't know how to deal with that kind of attention; it's not a part of me."
Being the ghost who listened to everyone else's tales was easy. Others would experience life -the joy and the pain-, and Clover would merely learn everything she needed from them without getting too involved. That was the way of living she'd always known.
"I guess I'm not ready for it," was the final and only conclusion her mind could reach, in an attempt to simplify her own emotions. It felt wrong, therefore, she wasn't ready.
RE: Black Is The Colour [Closed] - K'nahli - 01-31-2014
Andre's expression quickly returned to it's normal, content state upon hearing her words, a shy smile finally breaking through the surface of his once solid expression and restoring him to his typical composure. He was satisfied with that answer.
"I see" he replied softly.
His gaze drifted away from her and returned to face ahead of himself once more. His softened, sapphire eyes focused on the surface of the rolling stream as it scurried and tumbled over it's uneven, rocky bed to try and quickly make its way down to the placid safety of the pool near the bottom of the hill.
He blinked slowly as he articulated his thoughts on the matter before parting his lips to speak again.
"Though if you don't mind me saying, I do believe in what I had mentioned earlier" he added after a moment without taking his eyes away from the fleeting river water.
"Everyone's melody is different, unique. Should you find yourself as audience to the music eventually then I'm sure it will be with someone who understands and knows best how to keep your lack of certainty at bay. Or..." he trailed off for a moment.
"...or perhaps the music will be so overwhelming that you'd be willing to openly embrace what you fear now" he concluded in speculation.
In truth, there was only so much he could say being that he too, had yet to hear the music, though at the very least he wanted to reassure the girl. There were much graver things to fear in this world after all.
"I'm sorry..." he added with a small laugh in embarrassment after another short pause before continuing.
"As I have said, I am not certain myself, but... be it fairytales or genuine instances like that with your grandparents... doesn't it make you feel as though its something you cannot truly comprehend until it comes to you? Every song is different and yet, somehow...... they all sound the same"
His voice began soft and carefree, but as it continued it slowly drifted into something more somber and passionate, as though lulled by the intensity of his own words. Andre was not ready for such things either, but from everything he had heard and even from the songs he had sang so often before, the mysterious tales of lovers and the loveless had left him curious of the one emotion he did not fully understand.
In a brief moment of hindsight, his mind returned to that of Clover's predicament. As innocent as her spoken feelings made her sound, it also sparked a feeling of sadness within the male.
("Is love really something to fear?")
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