Darwin Delantri

:: Find me here ::

A dark living room, lit only by the flickering from a the dying fireplace. The coals cast indefinate shadows over the furniture and shag rugs, like ships on a misty bay.

:: Speak to me ::

One shadow stirs uncomfortably on the rug in front of the fireplace.

:: I want to feel you ::

The distraught Zechs pulls himself off the rug and surveys the darkened room with acute emerald eyes.

:: I need to hear you ::

He weaves his familiar way past silhouettes of furniture.

:: You are the light that is leading me ::

He stops and sits, wets his paw, and runs in through his bright white mane.

:: To the place where I find peace again ::

He hops up on the piano bench and from there, onto the windowsill. Gazing up at the full moon, he takes a lucrative sigh out of the air, his breath fogging the tiniest part of the glass.

:: You are the hope that keeps me trusting ::

Betrayed by that moon’s feral light, Noin prowls through the dark house, her head down and her whiskers twitching.

:: You are the life to my soul ::

She suffers from the same malaise Zechs has, dropping herself forlornly onto a cushion sticking with ashen-violet fur.

:: You are my purpose you are my everything ::

Still scared and fragile, she eyes the slinking shadows with darting distaste.

:: And how could I stand here with you ::

The shadows melt together again, and Zechs hops down from the windowsill, his paws hitting the floor with such light precision that they barely cause a gasp of startled wind.

:: And not be moved by you ::

He is glad to leave the living room, going instead to the cold linoleum of the home’s kitchen.

:: Would you tell me it could be ::

Beside the towering refrigerator, a few plastic dishes sat safe from the pearl door’s arc.

:: Any better than this ::

The one marked Zechs in big block letters is full, as he never touched his food.

:: You calm the storm you give me rest ::

The second, empty one is marked Noin. She forgot to take it with her when she left.

:: You hold me in your hands ::

Zechs walks to the communal water bowl and looks at his reflection.

:: You won’t let me fall ::

Noin sees Zechs’ reflection in her replacement, ceramic water dish, and backs away in surprise.

:: You still my heart ::

She looks at the glistening pool again, disappointed to see her own face looking back at her.

:: You take my breath away ::

Not bothering to drink, she jumps up on the kitchen counter.

:: Would you take me in ::

She sits between the sink and the dirty blender jar, looking out at the moon through a child’s dreamcatcher.

:: Would you take me deeper now ::

The moonlight’s silken streaming beams make her deep eyes shine, but they soon take on a glitter from within.

:: ‘Cause you’re all I want ::

Blessed by the moon goddess, the two were freed outside, charging for one another across an endless field.

:: You are all I need ::

They met and clashed, laughing as only cats can as they tumbled in an ecstatic ball of fur, paws and rolling grass.

:: You are everything ::

Together again, they grin as they pause from their wrestling to catch their breath.

:: Everything ::

On the grass, panting, they lock their eyes and just look into one another, silent under the moon.

:: How am I to stand here with you ::

The mutual dream ends, and Noin jumps down from the counter. She takes an indulgent drink of her chilly water and leaves the kitchen satisfied.

:: And not be moved by you ::

She lies down on her cushion, smiling underneath her bangs as she lets herself slip off into bliss.

:: Would you tell me how it could be ::

Zechs breaks his gaze from the blue-white disk past the glass, retreating back to his shaggy mat.

:: Any better than this ::

He plops down in front of the last moments of the coals, smirking as his consciousness faded along with the light.

:: ‘Cause you’ re all I want ::

:: You are all I need ::

:: You are everything ::

:: Everything ::

Everything is property of Lifehouse, and Lucrezia Noin and Zechs Marquise are property of Sunrise Studios, Sutso Agency, and Bandai.