Sekai Parthenopaeus
"zawameku kokoro no koe ni mimi o sumashi
"ittai nanno tame ni
umaretekita no ka..."
sou, toikaketa"
The softest tone imaginable fell from the lips of a boy sitting upon one of the tables set up in the Infirmary. His eyes were closed and his head was bent forward. An iv pole was close to his side. He knew well the magics of medicine this world had to offer but that wouldn't work for him as he didn't have an illness in that sense. The boy's face was drawn and all sharp angles and edges as it shouldn't be. He was pale with a blue tint to his skin and he was cold but those particular things could normally be over looked by the mere knowledge of his race.
He shifted small hands upon his thighs to slid over the knees of his pants, they were black and clung to his body but he wished that they didn't. He was small enough without having attention drawn to it. Malnutrition kept him from developing properly and nearly aspect of his person suffered from it. A steady diet of blood and regular food was quickly established for him once he passed out upon arriving at the Administration office. It was quite the terrible first impression and the only thing distracting his mind now was a bit of music running through his head.
The boy wasn't allowed many comforts in his time kept from the world but when he could manage it he indulged in music and he would copy what he heard until it was pure perfection to his own ears. As the situation called for some sort of comfort in whatever form he could manage Sekai began to sing to himself. His once rapid breathing smoothed to accompany the melodic tone the song took. The song was one of sadness but he found it bitter sweet and fitting to describe his life.
When the nurse returned with her clipboard she didn't speak right away but rather gripped the sides of the board and held it against her. The middle aged woman had never seen such a melancholy picture in all her life and while she couldn't understand the words the boy sung to himself she felt the emotion that filled them and it brought upon the urge to make sure he was alright. The IV had nearly emptied in to his body and he seemed better for it already, of this she was glad. Clearing her throat the woman tried to draw his attention because he was one of those jumpy children that came from a terrible past and it wouldn't do to give him a heart attack when she only just saved him.
"zawameku kokoro no koe ni mimi o sumashi
"ittai nanno tame ni
umaretekita no ka..."
sou, toikaketa"
The softest tone imaginable fell from the lips of a boy sitting upon one of the tables set up in the Infirmary. His eyes were closed and his head was bent forward. An iv pole was close to his side. He knew well the magics of medicine this world had to offer but that wouldn't work for him as he didn't have an illness in that sense. The boy's face was drawn and all sharp angles and edges as it shouldn't be. He was pale with a blue tint to his skin and he was cold but those particular things could normally be over looked by the mere knowledge of his race.
He shifted small hands upon his thighs to slid over the knees of his pants, they were black and clung to his body but he wished that they didn't. He was small enough without having attention drawn to it. Malnutrition kept him from developing properly and nearly aspect of his person suffered from it. A steady diet of blood and regular food was quickly established for him once he passed out upon arriving at the Administration office. It was quite the terrible first impression and the only thing distracting his mind now was a bit of music running through his head.
The boy wasn't allowed many comforts in his time kept from the world but when he could manage it he indulged in music and he would copy what he heard until it was pure perfection to his own ears. As the situation called for some sort of comfort in whatever form he could manage Sekai began to sing to himself. His once rapid breathing smoothed to accompany the melodic tone the song took. The song was one of sadness but he found it bitter sweet and fitting to describe his life.
When the nurse returned with her clipboard she didn't speak right away but rather gripped the sides of the board and held it against her. The middle aged woman had never seen such a melancholy picture in all her life and while she couldn't understand the words the boy sung to himself she felt the emotion that filled them and it brought upon the urge to make sure he was alright. The IV had nearly emptied in to his body and he seemed better for it already, of this she was glad. Clearing her throat the woman tried to draw his attention because he was one of those jumpy children that came from a terrible past and it wouldn't do to give him a heart attack when she only just saved him.