a different sort of carol
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castle_perrault Ever since last month, getting all that Determination poured into them by accident with Chara, Frisk's felt...different.
Better. Mood-wise, a little, and physically. More energy.
A stronger voice.
They default to being quiet still with other people; being louder is jarring even when they're alone. They don't mind it. It isn't fully healed, anyway, and it probably won't ever be, but it lasts longer before it hurts, and even more before it gave out.
But they didn't realize how much better it was until they'd been taking care of a much smaller Chara, sharing a room, deciding to help them when they didn't seem to be able to get to sleep...and sang to them. A n old lullaby they remembered from when they were their age, despite not knowing the language and having to hum and croon most of it. It worked, and they'd sat there for a while as it really hit them.
There was a reason they treasured the memory of their concert with Shyren, why they remembered her song even now, and MTT's theme, and the music box--they love music, they loved singing. But they couldn't do it for so long--they'd been sad about it sometimes, but they had other things to do, and the room full of instruments to play with eventually.
And now they can again.
Long after settling their little Chara to bed, Frisk steals out of their room and follows the music that's already there in the distance, the carols. There's a flash of hope that they can maybe find them, or at least make out the lyrics--but no, still not quite.
But that's okay.
They find their way onto a balcony overlooking the gardens. It's a nice enough stage, they think, but they probably won't disturb anyone out here. Who'd be resting in the gardens in this temperature? Even in the near-dark, they can see their breath fog out the stars.
What should they sing...?
Well. Why not a song about singing? One they remember distantly from some children's show they heard long ago--whatever it was, they can't remember, but they remember the lyrics. Or most of them.
So...they do.
A little off-key, a little shakier than it should be, but it's definitely not nothing.
"S-sing...sing a song...
Sing out loud,
Sing out strong..."
Better. Mood-wise, a little, and physically. More energy.
A stronger voice.
They default to being quiet still with other people; being louder is jarring even when they're alone. They don't mind it. It isn't fully healed, anyway, and it probably won't ever be, but it lasts longer before it hurts, and even more before it gave out.
But they didn't realize how much better it was until they'd been taking care of a much smaller Chara, sharing a room, deciding to help them when they didn't seem to be able to get to sleep...and sang to them. A n old lullaby they remembered from when they were their age, despite not knowing the language and having to hum and croon most of it. It worked, and they'd sat there for a while as it really hit them.
There was a reason they treasured the memory of their concert with Shyren, why they remembered her song even now, and MTT's theme, and the music box--they love music, they loved singing. But they couldn't do it for so long--they'd been sad about it sometimes, but they had other things to do, and the room full of instruments to play with eventually.
And now they can again.
Long after settling their little Chara to bed, Frisk steals out of their room and follows the music that's already there in the distance, the carols. There's a flash of hope that they can maybe find them, or at least make out the lyrics--but no, still not quite.
But that's okay.
They find their way onto a balcony overlooking the gardens. It's a nice enough stage, they think, but they probably won't disturb anyone out here. Who'd be resting in the gardens in this temperature? Even in the near-dark, they can see their breath fog out the stars.
What should they sing...?
Well. Why not a song about singing? One they remember distantly from some children's show they heard long ago--whatever it was, they can't remember, but they remember the lyrics. Or most of them.
So...they do.
A little off-key, a little shakier than it should be, but it's definitely not nothing.
"S-sing...sing a song...
Sing out loud,
Sing out strong..."
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Date: 2017-05-08 01:19 am (UTC)He's not glowing anymore. "Better?"
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Date: 2017-06-11 06:37 am (UTC)Still, he's not glowing anymore. Kotetsu doesn't have many coping mechanisms (yet), but the ones he does have are reliable. He nods emphatically. "B-Better. And, um...thank you." For helping. And not being scared. "I can't do that again for at least another hour." So they both get a bit of a respite.
"So I think I could...even go back to sleep now." And he thinks he might actually need to.
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Date: 2017-06-11 06:52 am (UTC)If he can't, then...good. Frisk moves to stand by his side and slings their arm over his shoulder in a half-hug.
"Okay. Where's your room?" Of course they're going with him.