cat’s cradle
When her hands were finally placed accordingly she gently gripped Canaan’s wrists. Just as before her contact cause a reaction most strange in the girl. As if ever brush of her fingers willed the other to flee. It was as if she knew exactly what Shiki suppressed, what she was.
She looked directly at her a moment, a bad choice. There had been a feeling of intrusion and she soon learned why. Her eyes sparkling blue in defense of the red that shinned back. Her grip tightening on Canaan’s wrist then. Those eyes so similar and yet so different. While Shiki appeared to see the end, the death to all things those eyes took in the opposite.
To see the world in all its natural beauty, the lively emotions of the human heart. Though envious she knew it was more a curse than blessing to carry that gift.
Suddenly she pulled Canaan’s wrists apart, tightening the string in her grasp. As if trying to pretend that small look between them never happened. “First you’ll want to do this.” The last words she spoke before working solely on the task at hand. Shiki not even sure the student was paying attention as the string was looped around her fingers in a fluid motion.
The only pause taken when she reached the end, a question thrown at her. “You don’t need a room to teach.” Yes she was skipping class, but at the same time she was educating a student; you. Today alone Shiki would give you a private lesson.
Canaan never really thought much of her eyes. Not a gift, nor a curse. It’s just there; for her it’s as if it’s a natural thing to have.
Synesthesia. Vision, hearing, taste, touch, smell. Five independent sense all at once. For example, she can see colors from letters, and sound takes a definite shape for her.
Canaan doesn’t understand the exact details herself. As far as she’s concerned, these eyes help her in combat, allow her to see what others cannot. But relying on just these eyes aren’t enough.
Naturally absorb the truth in her eyes. Look at everything. Absorb everything as the truth. Only then will she actually find it, the truth.
The truth of Ryougi Shiki’s frightening eyes, and her fascination for death, her blinding murderous intent. Those were the truths Canaan uncovered during their fight, the truths she found terrifying to behold.
Those eyes…
Those eyes return to their normal black state, and Ryougi Shiki continues on as if nothing had happened. Back to trying to teach Canaan some cat’s cradle.
“You don’t need a room to teach.”
But this isn’t self-defense… was what Canaan was going to say, but decides against it.
She still doesn’t know what Ryougi Shiki is doing with the string, though.
“Are you good at cat’s cradle?”
(Source: synesthesiia)
