because this isn't creepy at all

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[This Vexen is currently occupied in his lab, which he has finally organized and stocked to his own meticulous specifications. It is very clean, white, and sterile at the moment, and the only thing of note is the wall of shelves on one side, where many jars are organized, each with a floating Heart inside, each giving off a shine. Unfortunately, not all of the Hearts are that healthy pinkish color... some are purple, some are greenish, and a few are nearly black and barely floating at all.]

... Specimen H-023: Failure. Specimen H-024: Acceptable. Specimen H-025... hmmm...

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[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

That is where you are wrong, child.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

I'm not a child.

[or at least, he doesn't think of himself as one]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

You are to me.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

So?

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

There is no 'so'. Only the reality that the way you perceive yourself is usually not the way others perceive you.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

...Fine.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[obviously this conversation is done, and he ignores you again because it looks like one of the black Hearts in a jar is pulsing erratically]

Ah... Specimen H-008... entering distress after... 8.37 hours.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Waaaaaatching. Mostly because he doesn't have anything better to do.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[the black Heart starts slamming itself against the walls of its jar before finally exploding into a dark goo at the bottom of the jar]

... destruction in 4.5 minutes after distress. Hmm. It lasted quite longer than expected.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[That is deeply disturbing.]

What was it made of?

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[you have no idea, but he is not bothered]

That, child, is a Heart. Or rather, it was before its destruction.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

That's not a heart. I've seen them.

[By which he mostly means the actual physical organ and not whatever that was inside the jar.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

I do not mean the physical organ, child. I mean the metaphysical Heart.

[waves a hand towards the other jars with Hearts]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

I have a name, you know.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

And yet you have not introduced yourself to me before invading my space.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

I didn't think I needed to.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

And yet you felt the need to complain when I did not address you by it.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

I got tired of you calling me "child."


It's Isa, by the way.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Very well, Isa. I am IV, but am more commonly called Vexen.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[He'll just be not asking about the significance of that number, instead just filing away as 'something weird.']

Right.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Now that we have been properly introduced, you may take your leave if you have no other business with me.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[There's a considering sort of pause and then he heads on out with a slight shrug. Off to see what else he can see~.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[he just watches you leave, before writing down a few things on a new pad of paper]