A/N: This is the shortened version of this because the long version had even more spoilers for the character and was extremely emotional. I didn't exactly feel comfortable posting it. So, yeah, here y'all go. More mirrored stuff...
[ Assorted - World Building - T ]
[ Assorted - World Building - T ]
Mirror|rorriM
Blanc|rioN
Its night.
He knows this.
The voices inside his head dulled to a tingling buzz. But that's just fine. The voices weren't ones he wanted to hear anyways.
Instead he listens for the ripples and waves, the tapping and scratching and clawing and screaming. He listens for the struggle against his mirror that he put up along ago, the thick glass he put up as a wall between him and /her/. She's always wanting to take over, she's always there clawing at his mind and screaming at him the lies that /they/ told him.
"...eak... Demon. Monster!"
The howling rage echo through and around him like a clapping thunder. He frowns to himself, holding back from the words of hatred and anger and anguish. Alister, Daddy, Boss, or Leader - whatever you may call him - had taught Blanc what to do when the inside dulls down to one voice.
He can't give into the lies.
He knows this, but they still sting.
"Bastard child, born of hate and darkness!" The howling pain tears at him as he walks through his own darkness. Soft thuds thump in his ears like a steady heartbeat.
The Heart stares at the Soul.
A glistening, full length mirror shimmers in the dark. It rests on a bed of rock and shakes from the slamming of fists against the clear surface.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!"
Blanc raises his head up, blue-green eyes defiant as he stares at the struggling girl, her frantic yellow-orange eyes blazing with venom. She stills when she sees him, her long dark hair like a waterfall down her back, silky to the touch like his own fluffy hair.
She sneers at him.
"You came."
He knows better than to talk to her, he knows better than to give her an edge at all. But he rolls his eyes, "Noir, or should say, Airi? I see you're up to your usual antics." He tsks as he walks up to the glass and presses his hand against it. "I don't hate you, you know... I do hate /them/ though. They hurt you just like they hurt me."
Noir jerks back, her teeth bared. "Lies, lies, liar! You were their golden child! Their perfect daughter...! Me? Monster! Corrupter! Demon...!" She grabs her head and yanks at her black hair, tears running down her face. "My fault. My fault! Noir's fault! Airi's fault!" Blanc winces at the last shout, feelin responsible for the girl's pain. But he knows its /their/ fault not him and hers.
/They/ were the ones who rejected them. /They/ were the ones who rejected their son and their daughter. All Airi had wanted was to be loved. And now that's all Blanc and Noir want, to be loved and love in return.
But.
As things are they never will be able to. Pain washes over Blanc, his whitish hair shadowing his eyes as he lowers his gaze.
"I'm sorry."
Its all he can say to her as she howls in pain, screaming with self hate and anguish. This is why its tough for an Eight child to be adopted by a family that is not their own unless they are ready to deal with everything.
Airi had been anything but happy.
They had been unable to be the daughter their mother had wanted, controlled and poised and perfect. But that hadn't been who Airi was. No. They had been rough and rowdy and messy. They liked things like robots and mud pies and wrestling with the neighborhood boys. They had never really been really all that girly nor had they ever really felt like a girl. But its what mother wanted, its what father said was right.
So Airi did it.
Mother told Airi to hold her head high, but never above a boy's, she needed to be a proper lady. Mother told Airi that to be accepted by anyone they had to act a certain way, be a certain way, and keep themselves under perfect control at all times. Airi wasn't able to do two things.
Airi wasn't able to be Airi anymore once Mother started to notice something was off about their child. And not just how boyish they were. But how sometimes their personality changed. How sometimes the little girl they knew became silent and closed off, nothing like the playful handful they were used to. So Mother took Airi in for a check up. Mother found out Airi wasn't even human. She pitched a fit and that was the day Airi found out that they were a monster.
A monster who's heart and soul can't connect, who's mind is forever fragmented. Airi was taken from her Mother and Father, she was put into a room where they asked her questions and made her do things she was scared of some of the time and rest of the time she thought they were cool. Airi met a man, this man said he could help her. Airi had asked the man if Airi was a girl to them and the man had simply ruffled Airi's hair and told Airi to be whomever Airi wanted to be.
So Airi became Blanc and Noir. Blanc is bright and happy and male. While Noir is scared and angry and hurt, Noir is female at times and male at others fractured beyond even the separation known as an Eight.
And Airi, no, Blanc is staring at Noir right now, tears running down their face. Screams of monster, freak, demon, and I'm sorry echoing in the dark place. Pain washing over the both of them as they collaspe to their knees. Neither able to shoulder the pain of being unwanted, unloved, and finally disowned again.
Both know night is coming to a close. Noir's pounding having faded into a weak tapping. Blancs tears having become silent sobs. Both know that morning is soon. Both are beaten out dry and ready to give up.
But then a light flutters in. It breaks apart the darkness. Two laughs fill the room, one is vicious and dark while the other is shy and light, those two laughs calm the two. Both bodies relaxing. And then bright light blinds them both.
Blanc's eyes blink open and he sees light.
He knows its morning time.
And he thanks god it is.
He knows this.
The voices inside his head dulled to a tingling buzz. But that's just fine. The voices weren't ones he wanted to hear anyways.
Instead he listens for the ripples and waves, the tapping and scratching and clawing and screaming. He listens for the struggle against his mirror that he put up along ago, the thick glass he put up as a wall between him and /her/. She's always wanting to take over, she's always there clawing at his mind and screaming at him the lies that /they/ told him.
"...eak... Demon. Monster!"
The howling rage echo through and around him like a clapping thunder. He frowns to himself, holding back from the words of hatred and anger and anguish. Alister, Daddy, Boss, or Leader - whatever you may call him - had taught Blanc what to do when the inside dulls down to one voice.
He can't give into the lies.
He knows this, but they still sting.
"Bastard child, born of hate and darkness!" The howling pain tears at him as he walks through his own darkness. Soft thuds thump in his ears like a steady heartbeat.
The Heart stares at the Soul.
A glistening, full length mirror shimmers in the dark. It rests on a bed of rock and shakes from the slamming of fists against the clear surface.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!"
Blanc raises his head up, blue-green eyes defiant as he stares at the struggling girl, her frantic yellow-orange eyes blazing with venom. She stills when she sees him, her long dark hair like a waterfall down her back, silky to the touch like his own fluffy hair.
She sneers at him.
"You came."
He knows better than to talk to her, he knows better than to give her an edge at all. But he rolls his eyes, "Noir, or should say, Airi? I see you're up to your usual antics." He tsks as he walks up to the glass and presses his hand against it. "I don't hate you, you know... I do hate /them/ though. They hurt you just like they hurt me."
Noir jerks back, her teeth bared. "Lies, lies, liar! You were their golden child! Their perfect daughter...! Me? Monster! Corrupter! Demon...!" She grabs her head and yanks at her black hair, tears running down her face. "My fault. My fault! Noir's fault! Airi's fault!" Blanc winces at the last shout, feelin responsible for the girl's pain. But he knows its /their/ fault not him and hers.
/They/ were the ones who rejected them. /They/ were the ones who rejected their son and their daughter. All Airi had wanted was to be loved. And now that's all Blanc and Noir want, to be loved and love in return.
But.
As things are they never will be able to. Pain washes over Blanc, his whitish hair shadowing his eyes as he lowers his gaze.
"I'm sorry."
Its all he can say to her as she howls in pain, screaming with self hate and anguish. This is why its tough for an Eight child to be adopted by a family that is not their own unless they are ready to deal with everything.
Airi had been anything but happy.
They had been unable to be the daughter their mother had wanted, controlled and poised and perfect. But that hadn't been who Airi was. No. They had been rough and rowdy and messy. They liked things like robots and mud pies and wrestling with the neighborhood boys. They had never really been really all that girly nor had they ever really felt like a girl. But its what mother wanted, its what father said was right.
So Airi did it.
Mother told Airi to hold her head high, but never above a boy's, she needed to be a proper lady. Mother told Airi that to be accepted by anyone they had to act a certain way, be a certain way, and keep themselves under perfect control at all times. Airi wasn't able to do two things.
Airi wasn't able to be Airi anymore once Mother started to notice something was off about their child. And not just how boyish they were. But how sometimes their personality changed. How sometimes the little girl they knew became silent and closed off, nothing like the playful handful they were used to. So Mother took Airi in for a check up. Mother found out Airi wasn't even human. She pitched a fit and that was the day Airi found out that they were a monster.
A monster who's heart and soul can't connect, who's mind is forever fragmented. Airi was taken from her Mother and Father, she was put into a room where they asked her questions and made her do things she was scared of some of the time and rest of the time she thought they were cool. Airi met a man, this man said he could help her. Airi had asked the man if Airi was a girl to them and the man had simply ruffled Airi's hair and told Airi to be whomever Airi wanted to be.
So Airi became Blanc and Noir. Blanc is bright and happy and male. While Noir is scared and angry and hurt, Noir is female at times and male at others fractured beyond even the separation known as an Eight.
And Airi, no, Blanc is staring at Noir right now, tears running down their face. Screams of monster, freak, demon, and I'm sorry echoing in the dark place. Pain washing over the both of them as they collaspe to their knees. Neither able to shoulder the pain of being unwanted, unloved, and finally disowned again.
Both know night is coming to a close. Noir's pounding having faded into a weak tapping. Blancs tears having become silent sobs. Both know that morning is soon. Both are beaten out dry and ready to give up.
But then a light flutters in. It breaks apart the darkness. Two laughs fill the room, one is vicious and dark while the other is shy and light, those two laughs calm the two. Both bodies relaxing. And then bright light blinds them both.
Blanc's eyes blink open and he sees light.
He knows its morning time.
And he thanks god it is.
