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. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・
"Oh my Clematis,
hope bloomed from the abyss..."
Blades of grass entwined between her bare toes, Sua crooned her lines with a soft melody and such effortlessness, Mizi couldn't help but fawn with burning and compassionate cheeks trailing a few feet behind. Eyes gleeful and glinting, her petite and slightly dirty feet scampered to meet Sua's, harmonising her trained voice.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・
"Oh my Clematis,"
Sua's eyes slowly met Mizi's and beamed in realisation, turning back to choir their beautiful blended voices. They both closed their eyes.
"Always be by my side..."
Fluttering her lashes open to see the 'sky' an overwhelming eyestrain of blinking light-sticks, coupled with a booming cacophony of stressed, booming chants, Mizi was singing for what she practised for, more so her life. She didn't care, smiling at the warm feeling rooted in her heart, and the presence of the girl she loves to an inexplicable amount.
"You bloomed from,
The huge black wall,"
A tender glance is given to Sua.
"The galactic starlight,
In your eyes spreads out,"
Sua melodizes the youthful strings of her heart, voice gentle. Dark hair swaying, the light catching strands astray as a soft green, staying still, eyes closed, letting the world just pass her by.
"In the endless darkness,"
The memories, the bond...
"I find you with your scent"
...the illusion of freedom and auspicious bliss. The unawareness of the sun rising, moon setting, lakes flowing, all simulated in a giant room.
"Even if i sleep in infinity,
don't leave my universe,"
Don't leave, my universe.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・
"Oh, my Clematis,
Always be by my side"...
Shrill, distorted, Human-like cheers reverberate as their profiles appear on screen,
Voting.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・
(note: The tilted letters are either thoughts or singing! These are Mizi's thoughts btw!!)
The need for a god was abandoned. It's only human to believe that the reason humans exist is not because earth was one of, if not the only planet to successfully harbour life, was created by a higher being. Now, that idea is incapable of reviving. If a god is something human, she can be my god, my-
Blinding pink flashes on their backs. specks of blush litter their faces, not a care in a world about the pixelated numbers imposingly looming behind, determining life or death.
Beads of sweat cascading down their foreheads, bottoms of their hairs clinging to their necks, cheeks burning, panting for breath and trickling with perspiration, they finish.
Tension rises in the crowds. Some of their eyes light up, some groan as if the "expendable" life of a human is a minor inconvenience to an alien. Some expressions are unreadable. A tie.
A tie.
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・. 。・゜✭・.・
Guards look around perplexed, confused on what to do and who to shoot. Mizi frantically grabs Sua's trembling hands, bewildered, she sprints along with Mizi, unable to break contact with her flushed yet hopeful face.
The crowd erupts with a combination of disgruntled screams and ecstatic cheers as they hurry to a private glade. At the realisation, a warm grin is painted on Sua's face, tears flooding and filling the wrinkles of her smile, resembling broken porcelain, a delicate doll, Mizi thought, chest flushing and face soaked. Finger intertwined, hair swayed, gaze locked in a moment much more intimate than a kiss could give. Even if they were being watched, they didn't care. They had been monitered their entire lives, who really cares what we do? We're humans, love is a human emotion. Even something like an alien couldn't deny this. A god couldn't deny this. Humans were enclosed and held captive for human entertainment, why would they repulse an emotion of the species they loved to observe, who really cares?
They, in unison, fell to the ground, throats tight and their stomachs aching from their glee. Hair sinking into the ground, fingers inseperable.
Even if it wasn't forever, for just five minutes, five seconds, we could make another memory to reminisce, dead or alive, together or not.