PRE FIC RANTINGS A SPRINKLE OF DISCLAIMER: More 30kisses fic. Based on theme #19 - Red. Ahaha, this one was almost too easy.
-sprinkles disclaimer-Life BloodRubedo was the leader because he was the best. It was not a disputable fact- he was the strongest in mind, body and spirit. There was always the possibility that Yuriev had intended for it to be that way- the variants each had a specific purpose after all, and although Albedo had no idea what his was supposed to be, he knew for certain that Rubedo's was the most important.The others claimed that that the variants were monsters and that Rubedo was the worst of all. They hissed and murmered in snake-tongued whispers, voices blending and blurring until they were indistinguishable. Unintelligiable. Their lifeless blue eyes were always so placid and hostile, as if they knew something Albedo did not.Which was ridiculous. They were the jealous ones- incomplete beings sharing a single, flawed conciousness. Albedo was the one who knew something they didn't. Rubedo was better than the rest of them. It was a simple truth that Albedo knew best. Rubedo's thought were the deepest, his emotions the wildest, his heartbeat the strongest and his blood the reddest.Charles Jung (Yuriev had made certain the variants studied the ancient psycologist) spoke of the Rubedo stage of conciousness and it's connection to the thick, red splendour of life blood. Rubedo's blood was Jung's lifeblood and it was the very lifeblood of the URTVs. Beautiful and rich, a sharp hint of salt and metal on Albedo's tongue-Rubedo snatched his hand away with a low, disapproving grunt. "Dammnit, Albedo." he growled, glaring angrily through the dark, dusty air, "Can't you clean a wound like a normal person? The others are going to think we're weird or something!" he narrowed his eyes into slits before hastily jerking away to bandage his hand.Albedo sighed and leaned back against the wall, cradling his rifle in his lap. It didn't matter what the others thought. Albedo doubted that they even had blood. Rubedo bled dark, vivid red and his blood tasted like life.fin.
-sprinkles disclaimer-Life BloodRubedo was the leader because he was the best. It was not a disputable fact- he was the strongest in mind, body and spirit. There was always the possibility that Yuriev had intended for it to be that way- the variants each had a specific purpose after all, and although Albedo had no idea what his was supposed to be, he knew for certain that Rubedo's was the most important.The others claimed that that the variants were monsters and that Rubedo was the worst of all. They hissed and murmered in snake-tongued whispers, voices blending and blurring until they were indistinguishable. Unintelligiable. Their lifeless blue eyes were always so placid and hostile, as if they knew something Albedo did not.Which was ridiculous. They were the jealous ones- incomplete beings sharing a single, flawed conciousness. Albedo was the one who knew something they didn't. Rubedo was better than the rest of them. It was a simple truth that Albedo knew best. Rubedo's thought were the deepest, his emotions the wildest, his heartbeat the strongest and his blood the reddest.Charles Jung (Yuriev had made certain the variants studied the ancient psycologist) spoke of the Rubedo stage of conciousness and it's connection to the thick, red splendour of life blood. Rubedo's blood was Jung's lifeblood and it was the very lifeblood of the URTVs. Beautiful and rich, a sharp hint of salt and metal on Albedo's tongue-Rubedo snatched his hand away with a low, disapproving grunt. "Dammnit, Albedo." he growled, glaring angrily through the dark, dusty air, "Can't you clean a wound like a normal person? The others are going to think we're weird or something!" he narrowed his eyes into slits before hastily jerking away to bandage his hand.Albedo sighed and leaned back against the wall, cradling his rifle in his lap. It didn't matter what the others thought. Albedo doubted that they even had blood. Rubedo bled dark, vivid red and his blood tasted like life.fin.