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oo33 [ voice ]
[ Xion's always had this thing for dreaming. Although, back home, it was memories... memories and meanings she couldn't understand. Dreams of the ocean and the sound of waves, dreams of a boy in red...
Her dreams are so often memories. After all, what is she but memories? Just a doll, made to live off of the memories of a boy like some kind of parasite. But now she has memories all her own... so many of them. And she dreams about those, too.
They aren't always good dreams. Sometimes they are dark and full of blood.
It's a shame she fell asleep with her journal on the covers -- because when she wakes up, shooting up into a sitting position with a shout, the journal of course falls open and records her cry.
Nothing can be seen -- after all, the room is dark. But the sound of her panting breaths come through -- the only sound, for a moment, until she gathers herself enough to sigh. ]
Come on, Xion, get it together.
[ And she'd been having an easier time getting to sleep, too, after all the help everyone had given her...
Somewhat reflexively, she'll scoop up her journal as she gets out of bed, temporarily cutting off the feed. However, it's only a few moments later that the journal is reopened -- still in darkness, only barely leavened by the moonlight drifting in through the window. However, there is a new sound.
Xion is ... singing.
Bits and pieces, at a slower tempo, of a song that someone once played for her. Of course, there are no words, but her voice is actually ... kind of sweet, and soft, floating and tumbling between the notes. It goes like this for a few quiet moments, with some other soft sounds in the background as she gets some water.
And when she turns around, she will realize the journal did not stay upright where she set it, and fell open. Again. Of course. SIGH. Oh well. She'll move over to the table and sit, lightly tapping on the page that's been recording her. ]
... is anyone even awake at this hour? And I guess... well, if you heard me ... what's your favorite song?
(ooc; actually, pretty tired! gonna hit the hay. tags tomorrow! oh, and I'd imagine this whole thing went down... somewhere around 4 AM. ps her voice, with bonus ironic lyrics.)
Her dreams are so often memories. After all, what is she but memories? Just a doll, made to live off of the memories of a boy like some kind of parasite. But now she has memories all her own... so many of them. And she dreams about those, too.
They aren't always good dreams. Sometimes they are dark and full of blood.
It's a shame she fell asleep with her journal on the covers -- because when she wakes up, shooting up into a sitting position with a shout, the journal of course falls open and records her cry.
Nothing can be seen -- after all, the room is dark. But the sound of her panting breaths come through -- the only sound, for a moment, until she gathers herself enough to sigh. ]
Come on, Xion, get it together.
[ And she'd been having an easier time getting to sleep, too, after all the help everyone had given her...
Somewhat reflexively, she'll scoop up her journal as she gets out of bed, temporarily cutting off the feed. However, it's only a few moments later that the journal is reopened -- still in darkness, only barely leavened by the moonlight drifting in through the window. However, there is a new sound.
Xion is ... singing.
Bits and pieces, at a slower tempo, of a song that someone once played for her. Of course, there are no words, but her voice is actually ... kind of sweet, and soft, floating and tumbling between the notes. It goes like this for a few quiet moments, with some other soft sounds in the background as she gets some water.
And when she turns around, she will realize the journal did not stay upright where she set it, and fell open. Again. Of course. SIGH. Oh well. She'll move over to the table and sit, lightly tapping on the page that's been recording her. ]
... is anyone even awake at this hour? And I guess... well, if you heard me ... what's your favorite song?
(ooc; actually, pretty tired! gonna hit the hay. tags tomorrow! oh, and I'd imagine this whole thing went down... somewhere around 4 AM. ps her voice, with bonus ironic lyrics.)
[Voice]
I was about to do breakfast. Was that you?
[A yawn follows.]
[Voice]
But, um -- yeah, that was me.
[Voice]
I didn't know you could sing. I mean, well, anyone can sing. I just didn't know you were good at it.
[Voice]
Um... eh heh. Thank you! I didn't know I was good at it either... until just now. [ laughs quietly ]
[Voice]
Oh. Well, you should keep it up! But you should probably learn the words to the song.
[Voice]
Well, it didn't have any words! My friend played it for me on a violin... it's just been stuck in my head.
[Voice]
Oh. Well okay, that makes sense. [Violin, hmmm.] Brook, right?
[Voice]
Yeah! He played for me a little while ago. He's always really nice like that.
[Voice]
Yeah. And really good at it too. I guess he has a lot of time on his hands. After all, nothing else is. [He snickers at his own 'skull joke'. He's clearly in much better spirits.]
[Voice]
[ .......... really Sokka. really. but she can't help the: ] ... yohoho? [ ... snerk. but she can hear that she's feeling better. ] Hey, did you manage to work things out?
[Voice]
[He grins at the added yohoho. That old bag of bones.] Yeah. It worked out great.
[Voice]
[ orly. Xion is super duper maaaad curious -- but she won't pry. or, well -- she'll try. ] Good! I knew you could do it. Did you talk to her again?
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[He's intentionally going to leave her hanging for just a moment.]
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[Yeah. Have fun working that out.]
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That's-- wait, she was mad at you because she loves you? ... that doesn't make any sense...
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