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Valse de la Lune
Original / Romaji Lyrics and English Translation
Blanc ou noir comme toi je pars au loin,
avec l'espoir de changer le destin.
Bien que dans le corps l'âme embrase,
dans l'obscurité la distance devient infinie.
(White or black as I depart beyond you,
with the hope to change destiny.
Although in the body the soul blazes,
in the darkness the distance becomes infinite.)
Avec des jeunes vêtus en peau de bête,
on danse ensemble au milieu des tempêtes.
Un autre horizon se dissout
dans la lumière des yeux qui veulent se reveiller.
(With the youths dressed in the skin of beasts,
we dance together in the middle of tempests.
Another horizon dissolves
in the light of eyes that want to awaken.)
Et, j'attend là,
où rien bouge maintenant.
Même si je ne te vois pas
Je peux retrouver ce que l'on cherche dans la nuit,
même si c'est très difficile
je danserai mon chemin avec les loups.
(And, I wait here,
Where nothing moves right now.
Even if I don't see you
I can regain what we seek in the night;
Even if it's really difficult
I'll dance my path with the wolves.)
Je sentirai la lumière sur ma peau,
sans avoir peur de tes mauvais côtés
C'est la lune qui conduit la danse
quand le soleil sera couché dans ton âme froide.
(I will feel the light on my skin,
without being afraid on your bad sides
It's the moon that leads the dance
when the sun will set in your cold soul.)
Je t'attend là,
où rien bouge maintenant.
Où l'ombre déploie tous ses voiles
Je peux retrouver ce que l'on cherche dans la nuit.
Même si c'est très difficile
je danserai mon chemin avec les loups.
(I wait for you here,
where nothing moves right now.
Where the shade deploys all its veils
I can regain what we seek in the night.
Even if it's very difficult
I will dance my path with the wolves.)
Même si je ne te vois pas
Je peux retrouver ce que l'on cherche dans la nuit,
même si c'est très difficile
je danserai mon chemin avec les loups
(Even if I don't see you
I can regain what we seek in the night;
Even if it's really difficult
I'll dance my path with the wolves.)
.: Roleplay number 1 :.
Roleplayers: Kale, Lyra.
Characters: Tannika, Brochael, Cyate.
Clouds rolled in with a sea breeze to ruffle the waters of Gelandia's canals. Venetian style buildings loomed up over the water's edge, winding haphazard alleys twisting this way and that along the many intricate wire grates. Statues, fountains and bridges made the landscape more confusing instead of forming recognizable landmarks. The city was silent except for the soft gurgle of water, but a soft voice began to grow more and more audible as an aisha wandered down the alleys. She was definitely stunning, with exotic and vivid markings and two bright wings, but the most extraordinary thing about her was the fact that she was walking twenty feet above the ground on nothing but air. The aisha, Brochael, seemed unaware of everything down below and waltzed, skipped and glided along without even noticing how the waters in the fountain below her were starting to bubble.
Everything here was so eerily familiar, and yet distinctly different. From the moment they'd landed here Tannika had been able to establish one thing – she didn't like it. Every street held the echo of some far off memory, one too hazy and discordant to make any sense of. Something about this place was so shockingly similar to something she knew, something she'd forgotten, and it made her brain ache lightly with the struggle of keeping her head straight. In fact, it was that dull, pulsating ache in her temple that had convinced her to sit down and relax a while, taking a break from her shopping excursion to let her head clear and her pain cease. Tannika placed a bag made out of plain, off white cloth on the fountain's edge, sitting down along side it and putting her head in her hands. Strands of purple, tan, and blue hair slithered between the fingers of her relatively dainty hands, and she sighed. The gentle gurgle of the water behind her was calming, that could be said for sure, but soon even the gurgle became jumbled and grumbling, and much too loud for her liking. Tanni whipped around, like she was about to snap at the water and tell it to hush up, when she noticed how it had begun to bubble. That was strange – fountains didn't just up and start bubbl- and what on earth was that sound? Her head jerked back suddenly as she heard the sound of a voice carried on the air, and needless to say the look that came across Tanni's face as she saw Brochael was a Kodak moment. "What the – WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!
Brochael was able to ignore people staring, whispering, and other minor offenses but Tanni's shout was startling enough to make her spazz midair, trip over nothing and fall right down into the dirty canal below. The bubbling in the water quickly receded and a dark shape streaked away to a side alley while a very wet and very disconcerted Brochael flailed about.
Oops - as it was a by-product of her shout, Tannika felt a little bad for the flailing Brochael. She hopped up, leaving her seat by the fountain and ran to Brochael; though, due to the ever present soreness in her legs, by the time Tanni was a few feet away she was hobbling rather than running. Thrusting her hand out to Broch she waved it between the girl's flailing arms, giving her a good chance to grab on. "Here, take my hand!
Brochael flailed around and then upon seeing Tanni's hand leeched onto it and kicked out towards the canal's side. She grabbed the edge, clambered out and shook herself, sending water flying in all directions. Her outfit, a loose flowing shirt and equally comfortable pants, was absolutely soaked and it hung down limply around her to drip water on the cobblestones. "And WHAT is so strange about somebody walking in midair?!" demanded an indignant(though secretly grateful) Brochael. The shadow in the canal was nowhere to be seen.
Tanni winced against the spray of water that dappled her face, waving her hand at the droplets like she was going to make them vanish by doing so. "Oh, gee, I dunno - THE FACT YOU WERE WALKING IN MIDAIR?!" When she said such, Tanni honestly meant the fact that she was walking in midair in general was just too weird for her to reason with; however she never did verebalize her thoughts very well. "What the heck were you doing up there?! Normal people don't just walk around on nothing but air currents!"
Brochael has gypsy heritage. She has a rather long fluffy tail for an aisha, a mark of her gypsy tribe.
LOVE TO HAN.
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