as he takes the cup of tea generously offered to him, he realizes they share familiarity even with the smallest of things. no, aiden hadn’t come to earth with a name of his own, but he came to earth with the same sense of knowing that yeoreum speaks of - an awareness on one’s own origin. and it’s the type of vague knowledge that he can’t place with words, a knowledge that tells him where he’s from and who he is, yet doesn’t grant any explanation as to why he should even know such things.
he just knows. he knows, and she seems to, as well.
“i think it was an old book. it was all in english. i don’t really know why it was here- maybe it came from a foreigner, or something…” as he pauses, he glances down at the drink that sits in front of him, watches as heat rises from the center and reveals itself as a thin layer of steam that slowly dances through the air. air that’s already hot. “i could read it immediately, and i could read all the signs in this city. when people spoke, i understood everything. it didn’t really matter what language they were speaking in.”
the star fell to earth with a tongue that can mimic any given human language, and a brain that, without rhyme or reason, immediately processes and understands whichever dialect a person chooses to use when addressing him.
(despite, of course, his own habit of inconveniently dodging eloquence.)
“i guess the languages are easy because i know them,” with the warm cup in one hand, he takes a testing sip of the tea, lets the faint mix of sugar and spice swim over his tongue and rush down his throat. it’s good. warm, adding to the heat that already swirls around inside this small building, but good.
truthfully, he doesn’t mind the heat.
“i didn’t have a name, but i sort of knew who i was,” setting the cup down, he turns it with his hands in idle movement that aids his thought process. “actually, i think i came here by mistake because i’ve never felt like i know what i’m supposed to be doing here…” trailing off with the slightest furrow to his brows, he redirects his line of vision to the girl who sits across from him.
“you said you’re reborn here, right? do you know why? and you’re reborn from…” and the second attempt at communication dwindles into silence just as the first had, a tone of inquiry hanging from the last syllable.
she did think whatever the book might have contained, yeoreum did think, it most certainly was not written in the language that people of this country speak. aiden’s quick to prove her small assumption right, and that’s something to tuck in, that he could speak here and could read from another one. unfamiliarity is often times the most arduous obstacles for humans, it’s something they find fascinating with yeoreum.
it’s something she can now understand.
fascinating? yes, this is fascinating. not because she hasn’t lived it. but the seasons are a given that they’ll be just like her and unlike the others. so this brings wonders because it’s a once in awhile, just this once, the universe will turn and show you that being alone in this world is nothing but a perception. well, so did winter’s voice sound like the last time yeoreum could catch some seconds with them. but, to yeoreum, perpetually in a good state of mind yeoreum. the universe holds no other purpose but to show that no one is ever alone at all, whether among a sea of people who do not acknowledge your presence, or with gazes that never seem to not follow wherever you go.
“i came up with a theory awhile ago, before i get to your question, i need to just share that, you need to hear it!” she composes herself, as much as she can. but then decides taking another sip of her tea will be more smoothing, so she does, quietly, before clearing her throat to go on about her theory. “that it’s because from up there, or from all around the world and the universe we hear more than just one language. because it’s so vast, isn’t it? the sky covers not just earth, but other planets and so, that’s why it’s easy to understand them when in a body like theirs.”
it is a theory she only shared with the other seasons, because they’re the only ones who could understand. most of the other myths, were more tied to this world than the whole of it. what made this world what it is. from the skies down to the damned undergrounds. yeoreum finds herself then trying to find an answer to his questions. about rebirth, hers, about origins, hers. what a suddenly difficult task to delve into. her lips feel tied, they feel glued as she purses them--tongue passing over the shape of it to try to lessen the dryness.
“why is easy, because it was needed. and to be honest with you, i never really know why i am here. i think in that, we kind of relate to most humans on this planet. everyone i talk to never seem to know why they’re here. but that’s the fun in it see! you get to,” a hum, her hands moving away from the table from her cup, as she leans against her chair. “explore, find out, learn, grow. if you knew everything from the get go then there’d be noting left to do and no world to explore. no limits to push, no mysteries to unfold. how dull, dull, dull.”
she falls quiet then, for mere seconds. quiet with the breeze that rattles the opened windows of the shop. the only windows of the shop, behind the counter--far from the table where they’re sat. “so whether a mistake or not, is not what i’d focus on.”
it’s with that, that yeoreum finds her tongue untying itself. like a click, she almost hears it. as if she’s been given permission to speak of what she’s never had to before. it makes her look up at the ceiling as she feels a myriads of things, but mostly--freedom, in a way she’s never known could be possible. it has her face rosy, “i am reborn from the hands of the gods, their last gift to this world. but they had no more strength to be able to leave behind something with power, that could directly affect the lives of humans and so,” a shrug, she looks back down, she’s got a smile from ear to ear. “so, they poured seasons in human shapes and let us run wild! and! i have never ever been able to tell this to anyone before, this feels amazing!”
that it is so easy to spill about something that most of the times has her throat tight and her choking on the sound of it, the truth of it. enough that yeoreum is leaning back in, cheek against the palm of her hand, elbow on the table. “you’re kind of amazing for knowing that, being able to hear that, whether you believe it or not.”
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