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 Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:42 pm
Noting his empty cup, Lisana indicated the teapot as she picked it up. "Would you like another cup of tea, Arc? There is plenty. I find it soothing to just sit and let the world pass sometimes."
"You said that you and Taj were friends? How did that come about? I've not known Mystery long, but oddly he feels almost as if a brother in some way. He is the one who has helped settle mine into various things that I have no clue of, making sure I knew of the things going on. Even silent, he gets his point across though it's riddles more often than not. I think he reminds me of a cheshire cat sometimes."
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 11:21 am
Once again, her gently insistent nature rolled over him, and he let it supercede his own thoughts gratefully. He nodded in acceptance of more of the tasty tea, taking a slow mouthful once it was poured. Perhaps there was a lesson here. The world was not crashing to a fiery end any longer, though it was still on its knees. His very next action or thought would not tip the balance of much of anything. It seemed there might be wisdom in learning to let go and, as she said, letting the world pass by. He inhaled the enticing scent that wafted up from his cup and closed his eyes for a moment, stilling himself inwardly and outwardly.
When she asked her question, he opened his eyes, and was surprised to find himself ready to explain what had happened to this dimply goddess. "He was my rescuer, I suppose you could say," he replied with a half smile. "I was imprisoned, by my own brashness, in a cube. The cube came into Mystery's hands, and being the know-it-all that he is," he smirked a bit, "he called in my twin to help him solve the puzzle. Once it was opened, I was let out again. I owe him my freedom and my sanity, truly." He took a sip, letting it trail across his tongue and reinforce his concious relaxation as a counter for the tale he told.
"He kindly offered to let me stay with him, and I have found him a fast friend. I would trust him with my very life." He was mildly surprised at the depth of feeling in that last statement. There was no denying that he too found Taj to be very like a brother. "Perhaps it is his very nature that makes us feel so about him, for who of us does not have our own secrets?" He quirked a brow inquisitively at Lisana above his cup as he drank once more. Yes, this tea-sipping was indeed useful for getting a grip when he felt it slipping.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 1:29 pm
"We all have our secrets," she agreed smiling. "And some are meant to be shared while others are not."
"But in truth, sanity is sometimes overrated, Arc. I have often wondered about my own, but I am who I am and one man's maniac is another man's clown." She snickered softly. "Not that what you went through was what you wanted, but there might have been something to learn from it."
She poured more tea into both their cups. "I remember a few things as the fading fell down on all of us. It was not one of my best moments. Laughter can be cruel and I have the impression that I was at some points then. But even those faint memories have taught me that I do not want to be like that. It is my choice. Just as it is your choice on how you want to see what happened to you."
Touching his hand for a moment, she added, "You have friends that can help you deal with it and be as you want to be. Taj. Me. Your sister. If the choice were between being normal or a bit on the crazy side, I'm afraid I would opt the crazy side. All the best crazy people are bonkers you know." Her lips curved upwards at her little joke. "It's what you do with that craziness that makes you different than the maniacs. All clowns know this to be true and they are still themselves inspite what society calls normal."
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 1:53 pm
Of course he'd learned something from his imprisonment, but it wasn't something he wanted to discuss with anyone at all. He wasn't sure he'd always feel that way, but for him, those were private lessons learned, not experiences to share. So he merely nodded mutely to her point and commented on the Fading. "I have no memories of that time specifically, so I cannot say what was my own demise, but I do think I am vastly different now than I was then." He paused for a thoughtful sip. "For me, that is enough. I will leave the ancient past in the dust and ruins it resides in." He had enough in the here and now to occupy his mind without dredging up the distant ages.
Her opinion on being sane or crazy amused him, though, once more drawing him from the edge of thoughts that might return him to his melacholy state. She dared call Taj a cheshire cat, while she smiled that smile and openly declared admiration for those most would deem insane. He smiled a little and shook his head, sipping once more. Lisana was definitely not what Arc would call normal, but he wouldn't dare to suggest that change. Perhaps he indeed wasn't quite entirely sane himself, since he found her company soothing, despite or because of her quirks.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 2:48 pm
"Perhaps it is best we do not have those memories entirely. We are not as we once were, Arc. I have thought a great deal about all that I have been through in this life. I think Lord Creation has tried to give us what we were lacking. For the fading to have happened, we failed him and ourselves. This is a new life."
She smiled somewhat sadly. "I remember a cruel laughter that cared little for those around her. Her whims were all that was important to her. I think back over those impressions and feelings of before the fading and I feel coldness. I think many of us were. We lacked.. humanity."
It was a small pun but more serious than she had been in awhile. "For lack of a better word." she added. "I feel warm now and when I look at the faces of the mortals around me I don't see strangers or simply followers. I see people who mean something to me."
"Or I'm more bonkers than the rest," she grinned widely. "But then again it might be the very reason everyone says 'send in the clowns'. It might be a way of saying we have gotten too big for our britches although most clowns wear baggy clothes anyhow." A giggle slipped free as she got to her feet.
"Enjoy the rest of the tea and the alcove. I have to go check on a few things before they all come looking for me. And Arc, it was very nice finally meeting you. Come visit me. My door is always open." It had turned out to be a very nice day.
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