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[Dec. 16] [Baccano!] A World of White
Title: A World of White
Day/Theme: Dec. 16, 2011 "in a world of one color"
Series: Baccano!
Character/Pairing: Ennis & Czeslaw
Rating: G
The window was laced with ice. The yard was full of snow. Ennis poured her coffee very slowly, watching as more tiny flakes continued to float down and add to the haphazardly shaped piles. "It's so white."
"Do you like it?" Czeslaw asked. Ennis' thoughts interested him. He liked to think he had encountered a decently large sample of humanity through his long years, but among his acquaintances she was unique. He had some reservations regarding Firo, but he found he had no difficulty in calling her "sister."
"I'm not sure. It just is."
They watched for a while in silence as if the world outside was a snowglobe shaken around them.
"Even with this much snow, there's still plenty of gray to be seen- the sides of most of the buildings for instance," Ennis mused, "But my eyes can't help but be drawn to the whiteness to the exclusion of every other color. It's fascinating in that sense."
"Back where I grew up," Czeslaw found the words coming out unexpectedly, "Near Kraków...the whole sky would turn white. Most of the buildings were much smaller than what's around us in New York now. It was easy to get completely snowed in." Czeslaw stopped. Why was he saying this? He never talked about his childhood. It was usually too strange and painful to bring up. And he didn't think anyone he knew was trustworthy or mattered enough to him to be hearing this.
"Do you ever wonder what it's like there now?"
"Not really. I left more than two hundred years ago. It's a completely different place now."
"And in Poland," Ennis asked quietly, around her cup of coffee, "Did you go out in the snow for fun like the children I've seen running around New York's streets?"
"I guess," he was nearly about to brush the idea off before realizing that Ennis was curious because she had never done those things. It might have been short and awkward, but that was no reason to take for granted what childhood he had had. His grandfather had done the best he could for him. "...Kids would go out and build forts. They'd start up dumb rivalries and throw snowballs at each other," he sort of forced himself to get into the mood for such games, "Of course, don't worry, not everyone fights. It can just be for fun. You can just go out and sculpt shapes of people or animals out of the snow."
"...Did you like to do those sorts of things, Czes?"
He wouldn't say anything like this to anyone else, but looking into Ennis' wide, thoughtful eyes, Czeslaw gave a careful, deliberate answer, "...I still like to. Would you like to go out into the yard and I'll show you how?"
Day/Theme: Dec. 16, 2011 "in a world of one color"
Series: Baccano!
Character/Pairing: Ennis & Czeslaw
Rating: G
The window was laced with ice. The yard was full of snow. Ennis poured her coffee very slowly, watching as more tiny flakes continued to float down and add to the haphazardly shaped piles. "It's so white."
"Do you like it?" Czeslaw asked. Ennis' thoughts interested him. He liked to think he had encountered a decently large sample of humanity through his long years, but among his acquaintances she was unique. He had some reservations regarding Firo, but he found he had no difficulty in calling her "sister."
"I'm not sure. It just is."
They watched for a while in silence as if the world outside was a snowglobe shaken around them.
"Even with this much snow, there's still plenty of gray to be seen- the sides of most of the buildings for instance," Ennis mused, "But my eyes can't help but be drawn to the whiteness to the exclusion of every other color. It's fascinating in that sense."
"Back where I grew up," Czeslaw found the words coming out unexpectedly, "Near Kraków...the whole sky would turn white. Most of the buildings were much smaller than what's around us in New York now. It was easy to get completely snowed in." Czeslaw stopped. Why was he saying this? He never talked about his childhood. It was usually too strange and painful to bring up. And he didn't think anyone he knew was trustworthy or mattered enough to him to be hearing this.
"Do you ever wonder what it's like there now?"
"Not really. I left more than two hundred years ago. It's a completely different place now."
"And in Poland," Ennis asked quietly, around her cup of coffee, "Did you go out in the snow for fun like the children I've seen running around New York's streets?"
"I guess," he was nearly about to brush the idea off before realizing that Ennis was curious because she had never done those things. It might have been short and awkward, but that was no reason to take for granted what childhood he had had. His grandfather had done the best he could for him. "...Kids would go out and build forts. They'd start up dumb rivalries and throw snowballs at each other," he sort of forced himself to get into the mood for such games, "Of course, don't worry, not everyone fights. It can just be for fun. You can just go out and sculpt shapes of people or animals out of the snow."
"...Did you like to do those sorts of things, Czes?"
He wouldn't say anything like this to anyone else, but looking into Ennis' wide, thoughtful eyes, Czeslaw gave a careful, deliberate answer, "...I still like to. Would you like to go out into the yard and I'll show you how?"