Sitting on the edge of the bridge, Palae lit a cigarrette with his fingers. The plant they smoked in the town made him feel dizzy and calm, but had an odour wich stuck to clothes for a very long time. He craved to be back at the Consonance gardens, where he could make use of herbs with less residual smell and effects more to his liking.
"Are you going to do it?" His voice was thin from holding the smoke in.
"I thought you were supposed to stop me from doing this in some sort of way. Like, if you came up from nowhere and know me as you do, isn't it logical to conclude that you're a guardian angel of sorts?"
The small man's feet dangled from the edge, waving hello to the quiet waters two hundred metes below. Palae exhaled the smoke and looked at his knees for a while.
"You should stop letting your imagination distort reality to such a point, my friend. I came to this very parapet in which we lie seated just as you did, walking through this chaotic city. You see, that is one of the reasons you ended up in such a situation. I reckon you want to do it, do you not? Wouldn't I be doing the right thing by helping you feel safe about your choice?" The wind was blowing in a strange way. From time to time, it would stop abruptly for a heartbeat, just to start blowing afterwards much like it was doing before.
Now isn't that strange. It sounds exactly like Silune's rhythm from last night.
The man kept still and quiet, looking down at his feet waving down at the water. The stench of the smoke was somewhat dispersed by the wind, but nevertheless intoxicated Palae's nostrils. He spat towards the bridge and put out the cigarrette, storing it in a small metal box produced from the pocket of his coat.
"Wouldn't want to pollute the river with this crap. Tch, as if it weren't dead already, much as you are, eh Severine? Isn't that right?"
Silence. From the long, black coat, Palae fetched a tiny flute from one other pocket. Albeit sunny, the day was really cold from the wind blowing. The man tied his hair in a ponytail so that it wouldn't get in the way when the tune was being played. Even with his golden hair tied up, his slender features and delicate face made him look androgyne even to those with a most keen sense for examining people. It was thus not surprising that Severine couldn't help thinking he was some sort of supernatural being, put there to help him but somehow determined not to do so. Gaily, Palae began trying to place notes into Silune's rhythm, creating a merry tune much like those we imagine are played when a large group of friends drink and dance by a big fire, letting life burn at its brightest in a moment of love and merriment.
"Help me do it. Can you?" Severine wouldn't even look up. His voice was so low he wasn't sure the being who sat by his side heard it, since he kept playing his merry tune. "Are you going to help me or not? I'll do it! I know you want me to do it! Everyone does! You think I'm doing this all on my account? Well, I know better, you fawn-like motherfucker! I KNOW BETTER!"
Funny how Silune's tunes always sound better when you find a minor scale which fits inbetween the major harmony. Meh, maybe that's just me though. I wonder if Gorlair is going to take much longer...
"Help me. Please."
"You don't want to help yourself, friend. If you had changed that it would have all been different. There is no Deus ex machina, you know. Especially when you expect there to be one, such as you do even now."
"This is it, then. I'll do it."
"You can still change your mind."
"I know what goes in my head better than you ever will. Better than everyone ever did."
Palae went back to playing, now with a complete and clear melody line going over and over. Played in such a fashion, the ending seemed to prepare for the initial section, creating a tandem of notes that repeated themselves every five heartbeats. On the instant right after the third heartbeat, though, there was silence.
One
Severine was frozen in place, all his muscles tense.
Two
Inside his head, thoughts ran at a stunning speed, creating a state of confusion from which his anguish fed on until it became overwhelming, heart-crushing. The pain was too much to bear. He pushed his arms against the surface on which he lay, getting ready to jump. To end it.
Three
A purple flash and a cracking sound, much like the one that precedes those really loud thunder.
Ah, such timing! A pity she'll see this though... But yeah, I was missing some chords anyway.
A moment of stillness, and then the parapet underneath Severine became blurry. Should one try to focus on it, he would become very confused unless such a one was Silune (as indeed it was). As if it ceased to exist, the concrete let Severine slip through, on his way to meet his so desired rest.
Four
A bright chord, very suspended (and oh, did Palae have to concentrate not to laugh at that), painted a view behind the lone note being maintained by the flute player. And then, while Severine's energy was transformed and given back to the universe, a quick preparation chord just before
Five
The final, quiet chord. Merry for the reunion, but subtle as not to dishonor the memory of the small man who was now no more. Chanter and Disruptor looked at each other, drinking such beauty as they saw through their eyes.
"Silune"
"Palae"
"Take us out of here, dear and metronomic Gorlair"
"So I shall, Dissonant Palae."
Purple flash. In an instant, only the sound of cars driving by was heard. In another, the people who stopped to gaze at the event remembered of their appointments, and hastily returned to their cars.
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