Eden
K Project (OST)
"We were..." Eden stopped his laughter and looked at the girl. She seemed elsewhere, somewhere more important; her thoughts. He understood the feeling exactly, he always flew off into his own world, but often he just thought. Yeah, sure, he was a total airhead most of the time, but for a good reason. Well, he considered it a good reason, since it put his mind at rest. The boy looked at his hands, before noticing something and stuttering incoherent words quickly, backing away from the girl swiftly. What had got the boy into such a ruse?
Well, his shorts had ridden up. Way up, and the only thing he could do was stand suddenly and pull them down, a bright tint to his face. Yes, he did wear shorts, but even he had his limits and hotpants were not his thing. What's more, his shirt was balancing carefully on his shoulders, before it slid down and he drew his hands up quickly, pulling the material up so it was once again safe on his shoulders. He stared at Cleo carefully, seeing an odd sort of determination in her eyes. Had she reached her conclusion in her little land of thoughts?
Eden looked at her with childish curiosity, before blinking and placing his hands back at his sides. He stared at her, before smiling quietly. "Erm, Cleo?" he said softly, looking at her. "I think I'm going to change, so I'll see you in a few." He jumped back a few steps, before spinning around on one foot and shakily making his way to his cabin. Xander trotted a few feet in front of him and barked on every other step. "Shh! Ceridwen is still asleep!" He hissed at the dog, before peeking into his cabin. Oh, maybe she wasn't still there. Eden tiptoed into the room softly, so as to not make too much noise, but Ceridwen was not anywhere to be found. Well, maybe she went to her cabin.
Kaze no Requiem
"The winds sweep away souls, and people snatch away hearts. Oh earth, oh rain and wind, oh sky, oh light, please harbor everything in this place." Eden sang quietly, opening the door to the wardrobe. He searched through the clothing quickly. "Please harbor everything in this place and thrive in this place." Ah, he'd found something. But no, today was a day for warm clothing, so he threw the baggy shirt back. Instead, he needed something which would keep him warm. He found an amber doppel coat, though it was too big. Then again, if the clothes in the wardrobe were based on his clothing, none of them would properly fit, right? So he found a white turtleneck shirt and black shorts just about longer than his knee, and well as short socks and some shoes. Eden was quick about it, but he got changed awkwardly. Well, he felt warmer already, really.
His toes wriggled inside his shoes and the sleeves of the coat overpassed his fingers, yet he liked it. After all, he needed to dress warm. "Oh souls, oh hearts, oh love, oh yearnings, please return to this place and abide here forever." Eden walked out to the deck once more, his head spinning slowly. Of course, he stopped walking at the motion and didn't realise his eyes were closed until he opened them. His vision seemed to fizz out, before coming back at an alarming rate. The boy's voice quietened a bit, but he kept singing so he felt more awake; then he had something to concentrate on. "The winds sweep away souls, and people snatch away hearts. Nevertheless, I shall remain in this place and continue singing." The Evernalt breathed carefully, before stepping up and taking his support off the railing at his side.
Eden looked at Cleo, then at Xander whimpering by his feet. He patted the dog quietly, his face as stoic as usual. "Come on, let's get off this ship and walk around." he said to the dog. "Cleo!" The sudden shout made him cough, but he looked up soon enough. "If you get dressed, we can explore the beach!"
Eric
Sixth Stop
“You’re right, not to completely trust me, y’know?” Had she taken it the wrong way? Eric was joking, and he hoped she knew that. “I’m not someone to admire, all I keep doing is going back and forth about how I feel now that I’m back at the sides of the people I dared to call my most precious friends. . . . Guilt, happiness, idiocy, elation, I don’t know if I should even be one or the other, or, even how it is I should be. Should I have changed at all . . . ? Did I change, and maybe just lock it all away because of fear of what sort of person I’d become if I did?”
Eric stared at her. I? I'm? Me? Why. . . . Why is Ceridwen talking in first person? That's not her. It's not. . . . "W-wait, Ceridwen-" he managed to squeeze out, before the words got lost in his throat.
“Truthfully, you shouldn’t admire me at all, not in the slightest. . . . Because all I am is a coward. That’s all I am.” No, no. Eric was almost shouting in his head, yet the words refused to come out. He simply stared at the small girl. “And, you should keep watching me closely Eric, because I’ve decided I’m not going to be afraid of it anymore. I’m . . . going to change, and accept whatever it was Time had in mind for me all these years. It’s time to grow up and to stop acting like the girl who always used to make you cry because she found it fun. That was the only way I knew how to say that you were important to me back then, but that’s not how it is anymore, I shouldn’t be doing that. And, I won’t.”
“I’m sorry for all the times I made you cry when we were kids.”
Eric raced after her in the hallway. Oh, thanks, brain. You know, for working at the wrong moments! He thought harshly, standing behind her. "Ceridwen!" he said, his tone sounding slightly angry. It was like how he spoke with Eden when the older brother didn't eat his vegetables or something. "Turn around." He didn't even wait for any kind of response; he took her wrists and spun her quickly, despite her being ill. That wasn't the point right now. "Do you really think I want you to apologise? Think I wan't you to say sorry, to change? If you changed, you wouldn't be Ceridwen- no, Rii! You'd be someone else. But you're not a coward. When you were younger, you'd fight illnesses and diseases simply to see me and Eden, and. . . . Marie. Last night, you sang my brother to sleep after he'd had a nightmare. You did that before too! And he sang to you. Remember that time you didn't want to sleep, yet we made you? You were so angry the next time we saw you. Am I apologising? No! What's past is past, and though you made me cry, I was a crybaby anyway! I was a coward! I overlooked abuse and illness towards my elder, and where did that get me? An over-dependant brother, and now I'm simply trying to make up of it."
He sighed, before continuing. "Rii." Eric's eyes widened as he remembered something important. "I-I made a promise to you." he said slowly. "I made a promise to Rii. Not anyone else. And you didn't change. S-So I can. . . . keep my promise." He looked at her, determination in his eyes. The blush creeping onto his cheeks didn't help his point, but whatever. "If you change, I can't keep my promise. I won't keep my promise. So. . . . stay the same, please."