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thehometree2015-06-12 11:36 pm
isolophobia) wrote in thehometree2015-06-12 11:36 pm
Gone are the age of the innocent ones
| characters | Pitch Black and you?
| date/time | 6/11-? (please specify date in header)
| location | The purple-blue Lifestream
| rating | G? (TBE if needed)
| summary | Fear has pointedly stayed away from the Lifestream. Now he's right next to it. Houston, you have a problem.
Usually Pitch didn't make much use of the dark moth's wings he had been sporting since coming here. But they really were ideal for silent flight between the levels. Most people were staying well away from the changed Lifestream, but not Pitch. He was unbothered by that feeling of being upset, stressed even. It was more sorrow than he preferred, but there was fear to be had here. Old fear. Harder to find, though, which may account for his presence here.
It was small, but still. Better than that golden light that everyone gathered around and felt so calmed by. Better to dance in the dark like this. Light without light. alone in the dark.
| date/time | 6/11-? (please specify date in header)
| location | The purple-blue Lifestream
| rating | G? (TBE if needed)
| summary | Fear has pointedly stayed away from the Lifestream. Now he's right next to it. Houston, you have a problem.
Usually Pitch didn't make much use of the dark moth's wings he had been sporting since coming here. But they really were ideal for silent flight between the levels. Most people were staying well away from the changed Lifestream, but not Pitch. He was unbothered by that feeling of being upset, stressed even. It was more sorrow than he preferred, but there was fear to be had here. Old fear. Harder to find, though, which may account for his presence here.
It was small, but still. Better than that golden light that everyone gathered around and felt so calmed by. Better to dance in the dark like this. Light without light. alone in the dark.
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“I suppose… I miss those who have left. But if they have indeed returned to their own worlds as Fuu and Owain surmise, then I am glad for them.” He hides his expression behind the fan of feathers. “Though I would like to know why they left. It is strange that some of us stay and others depart.”
He regards Pitch with sudden interest. “What about you? You must come from an… interesting place.” To put it mildly. Are all people from your world tall and shadowy? What a place that must be! “Do you want to return?”
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Ever. Though that is implied with the flat scowl and demeanor going from amusement to annoyance in an instant. Pitch pretty much hated being largely invisible. Not being believed in meant fading away bit by piece until one day, there's no one left to believe at all.
This Night Gem that Pitch always had in contact with his skin meant that he had moth wings, but it also meant he was visible along with those visible moth wings. Still, Pitch waves away any discussion of who stays, and who goes in one gesture.
"But I am speaking of you. It is possible for you to write, and to read. What is stopping The exercise of your imagination?"
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“Myself? Write stories?” Orcelito looks genuinely surprised at the thought. “Oh, I haven’t… I mean, I don’t have the talent or training for it.” Well, that’s not exactly true, but… “Anyway, writing stories for Kit does not make me a storyteller. I just… write down tales I’ve heard elsewhere.”
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Hey, if going home is never brought up again, that's fine by Pitch. But onto the business at hand.
"Memories of fearful stories and their authors would do. Surely you do not think that every troubadour only recited original works before the invention of the printed word, do you?"
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“When you said you were looking for a storyteller, I assumed you wanted original works. Otherwise, you could ask those here to recite their childhood scare tales.” He says calmly, as though they are talking of something as simple as nursery rhymes (and isn’t that where it all starts?). “Is there a reason you want the written word in particular?”
“And you should know I… personally don’t have any fondness for horror tales.” Orcelito lives enough frightening things; he doesn’t want them in his books too.
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"Surely you must know that the written word has power."
Whether or not Orcelito did know, or started to say anything, Pitch goes right on.
"It's that power I want, but those that recite are rarely still frightened of childhood scare-tales. That which is written endures."
Of course, Orcelito's past, before the tree, has been a mystery (because as long as he remained harmless and looked after Kit, Pitch didn't much care) buy he could recognize the tang of fear in the professed dislike of horror.
"A lot of the best horror authors write about things that scare them, but more authors in general do not care for it."
What? Did you think he didn't know already?
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And he does not wish to share his fears, in any form. But enough of that; he’s more curious about the why of this conversation. One word catches his attention: power.
“May I ask what your particular interest in these stories is?” It may be nothing, of course. This man is allowed to like whatever literature he pleases, and far be it from Orcelito to deny him a passing fancy. But it may not be… Orcelito has known those who liked fear and horror, or rather, the power they gained from inflicting it on others. Those people were more frightening than their subject matter. While Orcelito appreciates a good piece of literature or well-written verse, he cannot condone taking delight from the suffering of others. He doesn’t think Pitch is the sort to torment others for entertainment and control… but he can't be certain.