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The next day I found him in the library.

“Zexion?” I said my voice pianissimo. He looked up. “Why?” I felt half my age suddenly.

“Love is nothing without feeling, without a heart,” Zexion said, mezzo-piano, bruscamente, like I wasn’t worth his time. He had to keep counting his own part to find the conductor’s beat again.

“Then why are we here?”

“Because we are a set of anomalies wandering the worlds. We have no reason. We have every reason to not be here.”

“We can too feel!” I burst out suddenly, “I know it—I can—you just—you just have to remember!”

“No, you’re wrong. Those without hearts cannot feel.”

“No, you are wrong! You know you remember, and if you can remember, then you can feel. I couldn’t play if I—“

“You could play, and you do, without truly feeling. Music is simply a mathematical sequence of patterns written down so they are translated into pretty sounds. Feeling—“

“Music is feeling. It’s what feeling sounds like. No musician plays if they can’t feel!” Music without feeling is like—like seeing in the dark, like climbing through air, like the sun being cold, like walking on the ceiling when you’re not Xigbar!” I shouted, con brio, “It just isn’t music!”

“Fine. Believe your silly notions, and perhaps you’ll come to realize just how silly they are at some point,” he glared, and walked away as though it would solve everything.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Perfect four-four time.

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--Lullaby Mysterioso, PicklesandTeaParties (Me XD)

Okay... I sort of had to.

Photographer:
Zexion: Me

Description
Demyx-

The next day I found him in the library.

“Zexion?” I said my voice pianissimo. He looked up. “Why?” I felt half my age suddenly.

“Love is nothing without feeling, without a heart,” Zexion said, mezzo-piano, bruscamente, like I wasn’t worth his time. He had to keep counting his own part to find the conductor’s beat again.

“Then why are we here?”

“Because we are a set of anomalies wandering the worlds. We have no reason. We have every reason to not be here.”

“We can too feel!” I burst out suddenly, “I know it—I can—you just—you just have to remember!”

“No, you’re wrong. Those without hearts cannot feel.”

“No, you are wrong! You know you remember, and if you can remember, then you can feel. I couldn’t play if I—“

“You could play, and you do, without truly feeling. Music is simply a mathematical sequence of patterns written down so they are translated into pretty sounds. Feeling—“

“Music is feeling. It’s what feeling sounds like. No musician plays if they can’t feel!” Music without feeling is like—like seeing in the dark, like climbing through air, like the sun being cold, like walking on the ceiling when you’re not Xigbar!” I shouted, con brio, “It just isn’t music!”

“Fine. Believe your silly notions, and perhaps you’ll come to realize just how silly they are at some point,” he glared, and walked away as though it would solve everything.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Perfect four-four time.

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--Lullaby Mysterioso, PicklesandTeaParties (Me XD)

Okay... I sort of had to.

Photographer:
Zexion: Me