Post by xPhantom on Apr 29, 2010 7:37:33 GMT -5
[Self RP for the most part, unless you wanna jump in randomly. This is based on the RinxLen version of the song Cantarella, which I am listening to atm~
If you haven't seen the PV, go watch it! ]
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Damien could very well remember the day he first met hsi twin sister.
He had never known if they were related by blood or not, but they looked alike and had the same mindset.
At this point, however, it didn't really matter to him. Blood was only something red, anyyway, as he saw it -- just a red substance that keeps humans alive for a while, then dries up in the Earth.
His first memory was sitting in the shinigami realm, staring down at the only gateway to the human world.
He didn't remember being human, or having his own blood.
The grim colors of the dead universe were the colors his blue eyes first absorbed.
Looking over, he saw Yami. The girl who looked just like him, and seemed just as confused as he was.
For a long moment, for centuries it seemed, they looked at each other in genuine unknowing.
Damien had been the first to speak. "Hi there, I'm Damien..."
"I'm Yami," replied the girl, scooting closer to him curiously. Both looked no older than eight years old.
"Why do you look like me?"
"I don't know."
"Where are we?"
"I dunno."
"I don't-..."
He couldn't remember anything, and questioned how he could remember his name but not his identity.
Looking around, he found that the hazy, lifeless realm wasn't at all scary. It was more saddening than anything.
After meeting his twin for the first time, he then met his "father", the shinigami king.
He, on the other hand, looked nothing like Damien or Yami. He wasn't even scary for being the king of death.
He looked no older than his mid twenties. He had jet black hair, red eyes, and a smoking habit.
The castle wasn't anything grand or luxorious, but run down and needed painting.
Damien was never scared by any of this, and found it to be welcoming.
Father explained to Damien that he and Yami were his children, twins.
When Damien asked about their mother, the king had no reply. They lived in the castle alone.
Yami never seemed to remember anything more than Damien, and had no answers for their strange appearing in the shinigami realm.
"Let's just not worry about how we got here," she said to him one day as they sat by the portal. That had somewhat become their meeting place during the day.
And by meeting place, they never had anything much to do all day.
Damien had grown weary of looking into the portal, however, as if scared a mosnter would come out and snatch him away.
If you haven't seen the PV, go watch it! ]
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Damien could very well remember the day he first met hsi twin sister.
He had never known if they were related by blood or not, but they looked alike and had the same mindset.
At this point, however, it didn't really matter to him. Blood was only something red, anyyway, as he saw it -- just a red substance that keeps humans alive for a while, then dries up in the Earth.
His first memory was sitting in the shinigami realm, staring down at the only gateway to the human world.
He didn't remember being human, or having his own blood.
The grim colors of the dead universe were the colors his blue eyes first absorbed.
Looking over, he saw Yami. The girl who looked just like him, and seemed just as confused as he was.
For a long moment, for centuries it seemed, they looked at each other in genuine unknowing.
Damien had been the first to speak. "Hi there, I'm Damien..."
"I'm Yami," replied the girl, scooting closer to him curiously. Both looked no older than eight years old.
"Why do you look like me?"
"I don't know."
"Where are we?"
"I dunno."
"I don't-..."
He couldn't remember anything, and questioned how he could remember his name but not his identity.
Looking around, he found that the hazy, lifeless realm wasn't at all scary. It was more saddening than anything.
After meeting his twin for the first time, he then met his "father", the shinigami king.
He, on the other hand, looked nothing like Damien or Yami. He wasn't even scary for being the king of death.
He looked no older than his mid twenties. He had jet black hair, red eyes, and a smoking habit.
The castle wasn't anything grand or luxorious, but run down and needed painting.
Damien was never scared by any of this, and found it to be welcoming.
Father explained to Damien that he and Yami were his children, twins.
When Damien asked about their mother, the king had no reply. They lived in the castle alone.
Yami never seemed to remember anything more than Damien, and had no answers for their strange appearing in the shinigami realm.
"Let's just not worry about how we got here," she said to him one day as they sat by the portal. That had somewhat become their meeting place during the day.
And by meeting place, they never had anything much to do all day.
Damien had grown weary of looking into the portal, however, as if scared a mosnter would come out and snatch him away.