trying to assign instruments to gerudo characters for thralls' soundtrack. Nabooru is getting the sitar so far, as I think she's good at representing the gerudo side that's closer to the Wild Era in terms of long-term vision for gerudo prosperity, not to mention that it works great for a more laid-back character; though Iftaah could also get that aspect, even though her perspective is a little bit more desperate and a little less actually strategizing about diplomacy and commerce in the way that Nabooru's is... not sure I have nailed down the perfect instrument for her yet though? Maybe a duduk, for its plaintive quality and capacity for softness? But I don't know, I feel like there could be something better out there. Saeruk and flamenco guitar seem pretty great fit for the versatility of the instrument, both harsh and defiant, playful at times, but also extremely sad if needs be, and the fact that she represents more the "older" kind of gerudo works well with more hispanic/romany inspirations. And then there's Aveil, who I feel represent the best the connection of the gerudos to their land, and I'd love an instrument that really represents that. Still looking for that one.
There's a bunch of fun things for Ganondorf that can be done, but I think he'll get... bigger instruments, in general. And church organs are quite versatile too it turns out. :) I like the marimba from his first phase boss battle, but it's a little too... I don't know, I feel like it lacks the roundness and depth and imposing quality that we could get with other picks. But Ganondorf so far has about *eight billion* leitmotifs going on with what I have selected for him (him and Ganon's, as they are... not exactly separate entities in the story, but sort of, it's kind of weird), so it might be more a case of actual melody rather than instruments, or maybe on top of instruments that swap in and out depending on what we want to invoke...
Sorry, rambling, but I would really love to compensate for my lack of voice actors with a pretty meaningful stab at the soundtrack. I feel like I kind of have to honestly. ;;
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Comatose [Part 3]
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Rating: T
Pairing: Dabi/Twice
Warnings: medical jargon, alcohol abuse/use, mental health issues, hospital settings
"You gonna invite me in or what?"
Jin feels as if he's been placed in the middle of a nightmare, out of sheer disbelief of the situation. Facing a wall of darkness, with a familiar voice calling out to him, he waits for the inevitable twist. He waits for the truth to hit him, that Dabi hasn't come back, that he's dreaming or even... even losing his mind. Hearing voices in the middle of the night.
He's scared.
He's scared that someone's going to creak open their door and see him talking and facing no one. He's afraid to reach out, afraid that he'll feel nothing but empty space where the voice originates, afraid that the dark figure in the hall is just his eyes playing tricks on him.
Breathing uneven despite his attempts to control it, he manages to choke out, "Are you real?"
Silence follows his really, really stupid question and for a moment he thinks that the hallucination has evaporated right in front of him.
"What kind of question is that?"
He waits for a real answer. The voice huffs.
"Can you just turn on the damned light?"
No, he thinks, even when his other voice tries to affirm. If the light reveals nothing there, he'll... he'll...
"Don't mess with me, Jin. Not now," the voice says with a combination of exhaustion and annoyance that is so uncannily like Dabi that he reaches for the switch without a second thought.
Heart racing, breath fast, he lets his eyes follow the outline of the figure in front of him. It is Dabi, he dares to think. And as his vision adjusts, he can see the faintest blue color of his eyes and the mess of his hair and...
"Where the fuck have you been? Nice disappearing act!"
"Long story. Can I come in now?"
"No." Jin can hardly believe his own voice. The incoming urge for his other to pipe in immediately dies too. "No way. You fucking- You were gone. Vamoose. Poof and-"
"Jin."
"Now you're here in the middle of the night. No warnings. Just... out of nowhere you show back up like you never even left and-"
"Jin."
"Stop." He sucks in a breath that makes his bones rattle. "Not until you explain what the fuck is going on."
"Not now. Jin," Dabi says while Jin steels himself against the hot flash of anger that spikes his blood, "I'm... tired. I'll tell you everything, I'm just..."
The burning in his rib cage dies. Either Dabi's a good actor or the exhaustion is taking its toll on him. So he steps aside, away from the door frame so Dabi can get in.
After a short pause, Dabi pushes himself off the wall. But he barely makes it into the flood of light pouring from the door before his shadowy figure collapses midstep. Jin catches him out of instinct.
He slings one of Dabi's arms over his shoulders and helps him inside. It's when he closes the door that he notices what he missed in the dark. The papery fabric that loosely hangs from his body. How there's little to no black dye left in his hair. And his arms and then his face...
Dabi's had scars. Patches on his torso, his legs, even his arms. From using his quirk as a kid, he said. Scars that were mostly just red marks streaked here and there. But this...
This was everywhere. Across his neck and arms and face... And that's only what the clothes, which Jin is just now figuring what hospitals have in stock, are showing.
"What the hell?" He's quick to change their positions, so that most of Dabi's weight is leaning into his shoulder as he gets a better look. "What- you're like a patchwork doll! Are these burns?"
"Not now," Dabi repeats, looking as if he might fall asleep then and there. "Had to walk most of the way here and I almost didn't make it. Couldn't wait any longer..."
Suddenly, it's like Dabi can't bring himself to open his eyes. Jin leans forward and catches his friend by the back of his legs and lifts him up into his arms. Normally, Dabi would be barking out insults and cussin' up a storm, but his eyes merely flutter a moment and he grunts. Jin can feel Dabi's muscles relax as he's carrying him into the bedroom.
Instead of laying Dabi down, Jin sits himself on the bed, throwing his legs over the bunched-up sheets. He rolls to his side and lets the both of them fall back, the springs squeaking as they catch their combined weight.
With only a sliver of light from the other room, Jin can see that Dabi's eyes flutter briefly, far weaker than the last time. Even when Jin can tell his breathing's slowed and his limbs slack in sleep, he keeps his grip tight on the body curled up against him. Something in the back of his mind won't release him from the idea that this is all just one convoluted and strange dream and he'll wake up any moment, arms empty, aching for weight.
Dabi shifts throughout the night till his face is pressed against Jin's shoulder. And Jin, unable to sleep, keeps vigilant watch, mouth pressed against Dabi's head, waiting for the sun to creep past the horizon.
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