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tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-11-08 04:21 pm
tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-11-08 04:21 pm
[Fic] And so they live
Present tense trial the second.
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Also, typo of the day: photoshit instead of photoshop
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Grimtooth is a dagger, genderless, yet has been assigned a 'male' gender for as long as he has been one (NightEyes says it's because of his shape). He can see, hear, smell, though he can neither taste nor feel for some reason; the one who created this physical form seemed to have overlooked it, or perhaps only wished for him to have senses that would be useful in informing his 'master' of any dangers.
He has been passed down through several generations of people already, sometimes wielded, sometimes not. But every battle he witnesses, hundreds, thousands, uncountable now, he sees, hears, smells, the same thing, over and over again.
People dying, in an attempt to live.
It fascinates him, fascinates one who feels nothing, fascinites one who only exists. Grimtooth wonders what it's like to be alive. He can't feel the ripping of flesh from his curved edge, can't taste the blood that stains his metal blade. But he can smell the fear, he can hear the screams of the dying, he can see people fighting against death because it's this struggle to the end that makes them alive.
Grimtooth can't die. He can only be destroyed, the closest he has to dying, and even that is meaningless, because he doesn't feel the struggle to stay alive as his physical self is reformed over and over again. He doesn't feel that terror that he has seen etched on so many faces before his blade puts an end to their struggles, or prolongs them. Something seems to happen when people die, and even when NightEyes dies and returns -- strangely quiet, and he wants to know why -- there is something that happens that Grimtooth will never understand because he never experiences it. He realises he isn't alive because he only exists.
Grimtooth can't die, but he tries to anyway.
He has been passed down through several generations of people already, sometimes wielded, sometimes not. But every battle he witnesses, hundreds, thousands, uncountable now, he sees, hears, smells, the same thing, over and over again.
People dying, in an attempt to live.
It fascinates him, fascinates one who feels nothing, fascinites one who only exists. Grimtooth wonders what it's like to be alive. He can't feel the ripping of flesh from his curved edge, can't taste the blood that stains his metal blade. But he can smell the fear, he can hear the screams of the dying, he can see people fighting against death because it's this struggle to the end that makes them alive.
Grimtooth can't die. He can only be destroyed, the closest he has to dying, and even that is meaningless, because he doesn't feel the struggle to stay alive as his physical self is reformed over and over again. He doesn't feel that terror that he has seen etched on so many faces before his blade puts an end to their struggles, or prolongs them. Something seems to happen when people die, and even when NightEyes dies and returns -- strangely quiet, and he wants to know why -- there is something that happens that Grimtooth will never understand because he never experiences it. He realises he isn't alive because he only exists.
Grimtooth can't die, but he tries to anyway.
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lalala TRIAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING (note to self, his right side (left from our POV), shouldn't be spiking out, rather, should be straight down due to gravityyyy, AND HIS HAIR AUGH
Also, typo of the day: photoshit instead of photoshop