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ajremixI like my existentialism. And I like my depth. Well, you know. Sometimes. When I got freaky thoughts in my head.
Title: Death and the Art of Being
Fandom: Trigun
Rating: G
Word Count: 377
Characters: Vash and Wolfwood
Summary: Post-anime so there’re spoilers. The Zen of existentialism. No, seriously.
“Ne, Wolfwood?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you here?”
Making a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat, Wolfwood looked up at the sky. “Who knows? Guess I have nothing better to do.”
“This is death, isn’t it?” Vash asked, arm braced against his forehead.
“Maybe.”
“Then why am I here?”
Some questions were easier to ask Wolfwood. Rem would tell him straight but Wolfwood would dance around the question, letting Vash form the answer he liked best. Some things were still too painful to know for sure.
“Hey, Tongari. I got a joke for you.” Wolfwood said and when he looked down it wasn’t at Vash laid out by his side or the bike which Wolfwood leaned against. When he looked down it was at the sky, as infinite and unbroken as the one above and to the left and right and everywhere there was a place to be.
“Hm?”
“How many existentialists does it take to screw in a light bulb?”
“I dunno.”
“Fish.”
Vash blinked. “What?”
Wolfwood shot the blonde a quick grin. “Yer not supposed to get it.” He said around his cigarette. “Maybe this is death. Maybe it’s not. Maybe I’m dead, and you’re dreaming me. Maybe you’re dead and I’m dreaming you.”
“Why would you be dreaming me and giving me advice?”
The priest shrugged. “Maybe the dead need counciling, too. Maybe you’re still asleep in your spaceship and dreamed all of us up. Or maybe you never went to the ship and met Rem and this entire universe is just a product of your boredom. Maybe you didn’t stop Knives and this is the world after the end. Maybe, after we leave this place, one or both of us will just stop existing.”
“But if any of that is true,” Vash squinted at the non-existent glare of the non-existent sun, “then what am I supposed to do?”
Wolfwood stubbed out his cigarette on the tarnished guard of his bike. His trusty bike, always nearby. More trusty in an existence where he really had no use for it, ironically enough.
“Just keep walking the path you think you should be walking.” Wolfwood told him. “And, sooner or later, you’ll get to where you’re supposed to be. Somehow.”
Somewhere nearby Rem was singing.
Title: Death and the Art of Being
Fandom: Trigun
Rating: G
Word Count: 377
Characters: Vash and Wolfwood
Summary: Post-anime so there’re spoilers. The Zen of existentialism. No, seriously.
“Ne, Wolfwood?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you here?”
Making a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat, Wolfwood looked up at the sky. “Who knows? Guess I have nothing better to do.”
“This is death, isn’t it?” Vash asked, arm braced against his forehead.
“Maybe.”
“Then why am I here?”
Some questions were easier to ask Wolfwood. Rem would tell him straight but Wolfwood would dance around the question, letting Vash form the answer he liked best. Some things were still too painful to know for sure.
“Hey, Tongari. I got a joke for you.” Wolfwood said and when he looked down it wasn’t at Vash laid out by his side or the bike which Wolfwood leaned against. When he looked down it was at the sky, as infinite and unbroken as the one above and to the left and right and everywhere there was a place to be.
“Hm?”
“How many existentialists does it take to screw in a light bulb?”
“I dunno.”
“Fish.”
Vash blinked. “What?”
Wolfwood shot the blonde a quick grin. “Yer not supposed to get it.” He said around his cigarette. “Maybe this is death. Maybe it’s not. Maybe I’m dead, and you’re dreaming me. Maybe you’re dead and I’m dreaming you.”
“Why would you be dreaming me and giving me advice?”
The priest shrugged. “Maybe the dead need counciling, too. Maybe you’re still asleep in your spaceship and dreamed all of us up. Or maybe you never went to the ship and met Rem and this entire universe is just a product of your boredom. Maybe you didn’t stop Knives and this is the world after the end. Maybe, after we leave this place, one or both of us will just stop existing.”
“But if any of that is true,” Vash squinted at the non-existent glare of the non-existent sun, “then what am I supposed to do?”
Wolfwood stubbed out his cigarette on the tarnished guard of his bike. His trusty bike, always nearby. More trusty in an existence where he really had no use for it, ironically enough.
“Just keep walking the path you think you should be walking.” Wolfwood told him. “And, sooner or later, you’ll get to where you’re supposed to be. Somehow.”
Somewhere nearby Rem was singing.
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Date: 2004-07-31 07:29 pm (UTC)Am I the only one requesting anything? oO Meep.
Elec and Metal luvvin's? Or Pharaoh and Magnet. Haven't seen anything with them in a while~ *bricked*
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Date: 2004-08-02 05:51 am (UTC)Hm, I may try for a bit of Pharaoh tortu-errrrr.... I mean, Pharaoh/Magnet interaction^^;;
Pharaoh: *charging up* You didn't save yourself. Not. In. The. Least.
Virgo: Eep.