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Porcelainby *~Universe~*
Clad in a black trench coat, Zarbon stands alone on a street-corner with rain falling all over and around him in slow motion. In each raindrop that falls is an image of Deirdre in various emotional states.
In my dreams I'm dying all the time
He stares down at a brilliant red rose held firmly in his fist while the rain rolls off his skin and weighs his braided hair down. His face holds no expression so it is impossible to tell whether raindrops or tears are running down his face.
Then awake its kaleidoscopic mind
The scene changes to somewhere inside an apartment or personal quarters. Zarbon is standing in the bathroom, staring into the mirror while letting the trench coat slide off his bare shoulders. Cut suddenly to him standing in the shower with the steaming water pouring over his face, trickling over his muscular frame and plastering his loose long hair to his skin. Steam gives his outline a soft, blurred appearance as he rubs his hands over his body to spread out the soap and then wipe it away when he rinses.
He presses his forehead against the shower door and closes his eyes as the water flowing from the shower head slows like the rain he was standing in earlier. Images of Deirdre in various states of undress and intimate activity with Jeice bombard his sense of sight.
Distressed, he pushes the shower door open and steps out, and you see his bare feet walking across the floor. Then you see his hands reach forward, rest against two window-panes and push them open.
Brilliant light and gale-force winds burst through the window as soon as it's open. Zarbon just stands there with his head back and his arms spread while the wind whips his long hair around. On the table beside the window, the rose he was holding earlier ruffles gently in the breeze.
His tear-filled eyes gaze lifts longingly towards the sky and he carefully parts his lips.
"I never meant to hurt you�"
A phantom image of Deirdre appears in front of Zarbon. He sees himself making advances on her, and the look on her face isn't very nice. Then he sees how upset she is afterwards, and how Jeice always arrives on the scene to comfort her.
He entangles his fingers in his wildly blowing green locks, grimaces and turns away from the window. A few strands of hair blow across his face as he drops both hands out of view and closes his eyes. When he lifts his hands again he holds a revolver in one and a picture of Deirdre in the other.
"�I never meant to lie�"
Zarbon turns to face the window again, the wind, curtains and his own hair all blowing
around his naked body. He pushes the revolver's hammer down with his thumb, turns his gaze
upwards and places the barrel of the gun against the side of his head.
And time seems to stand still.
"So this is goodbye."
His eyes are faraway and the view pans off to the side, just in time to let you see his finger pull the trigger. A flash fills the room.
This is goodbye�
Bluish blood splatters all over the crisp white curtains. The table by the window is knocked over, spilling a lamp, the rose and a hand-held mirror onto the floor. The lamp and mirror shatter in slow motion. Then Deirdre's picture flutters down to land in a rapidly-spreading puddle of dark blue blood.
Everything except for the light and the white curtains fades away, and the scene melts into blackness. The curtains morph into a pair of feathered white wings that snap open. Zarbon appears in the light and opens his eyes. He sees himself lying on the ground, surrounded by his long hair with the growing puddle of blood forming a dark blue nimbus around his head. The hand with the gun is lying across his chest, the other lies above his head and his legs are curled so all you see is the top of his short 'bush'.
Deirdre walks into the picture, sees Zarbon on the ground and immediately runs to his side. Angel Zarbon watches her kneel down and cradle the normal Zarbon in her arms.
In the regular room, Zarbon's eyes flutter open to the sight of Deirdre leaning over him. He almost smiles at her, but stops when he sees her lips forming the word 'Jeice'.
"Tell the truth you never wanted me�"
Jeice rushes into the room and skids to a halt next to Deirdre and Zarbon. His face expresses the same shock Deirdre's does when she turns to look up at him.
"Tell me�"
As soon as Deirdre turns away, Zarbon's eyes close and his head slumps to the side.
Jeice's eyes widen and Deirdre lays his head carefully on the floor. She stumbles back
numbly. Jeice pulls her into his arms and draws his fingers carefully through her black
hair.
The room goes black and red rose petals begin to rain down. Deirdre, covered only by her hair, emerges with a limp Angel Zarbon in her arms. She carries him towards you. Then the shot switches to her bare back moving away as she carries the fallen angel towards a bed of soft rose petals and lays him down. A few stray petals flutter like snow to land in their hair.
A tear emerges from the corner of Zarbon's closed eye, and it catches the light to create a flash.
In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
Light continues to flood into the room from outside. The curtains continue their
endless flapping and rippling. Shadows are stretching across the floor
As I wake I'm going out of my mind
The barrel of a revolver glistens against locks of dark green hair, held in the grasp of a trembling aqua hand. A peach-toned hand comes up to touch the aqua hand, gently pushing the gun away from its intended target.
"Going out of my mind�"
Zarbon lowers the gun and stares into Deirdre's eyes. He brings one hand up to cover his face, bursts into tears and falls to his knees in front of her. Deirdre places her hands on the back of his head, draws him close and lets him press his face into her stomach. At the same time, she takes the shiny black revolver from his suddenly limp fingers and tosses it aside.
When Zarbon finishes crying himself out Deirdre half-lifts, half-drags him over to the bed and helps him get comfortable under the sheets. Then she leaves the room, pulls the door shut and stares into the eyes of Jeice. He puts his arm around her waist and they walk away together.
Back in the room, a large white feather drifts through the window and lands on Zarbon's cheek as he sleeps. Thinking it�s a kiss from the woman he seems so obsessed with, he smiles.