Quiet it is, Viktor notes as he takes a look around. He prefers it, too and not just because it means they can speak more freely. Viktor values silence, now that he can choose it. Yet, quiet isn't what it used to be, now that Viktor's power is allowed to exist -- more so now, if what Viktor and Luther dreamed(??) actually happened. If they saw another timeline, Viktor has access to a new soundscape. And some hard pills to swallow, so to speak.
Viktor ducks his head and laughs, a quiet, warm breath where a self-effacing huff may once have been. By way of answering Dani's question, he says, "I used to hate the quiet. Growing up in my weird family -- I told you there are seven of us -- it was loud, one way or another, when we were all together. But, I didn't get to be with the others outside of lessons. I was alone a lot. Even more after the, like, one person that gave a shit about me wasn't around anymore." A gross oversimplification is happening here, but there's no neat way to say what he's feeling, and not enough time left on Dani's shift to fill in all the gaps.
"I used to think that playing music was going to save me or keep me from being ordinary, maybe make Dad finally value me. And it wasn't quiet all the time. I was allowed to be a part of the noise."
Viktor's relationship with sound is intimate, formerly fraught and presently resolved. He's smiling when he settles his eyes on Dani. "I found out later my dad was afraid of me. He put me in a box. It seemed like no matter what I did, the box got smaller and smaller." He takes a peaceful breath.
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Date: 2022-07-26 10:37 pm (UTC)Viktor ducks his head and laughs, a quiet, warm breath where a self-effacing huff may once have been. By way of answering Dani's question, he says, "I used to hate the quiet. Growing up in my weird family -- I told you there are seven of us -- it was loud, one way or another, when we were all together. But, I didn't get to be with the others outside of lessons. I was alone a lot. Even more after the, like, one person that gave a shit about me wasn't around anymore." A gross oversimplification is happening here, but there's no neat way to say what he's feeling, and not enough time left on Dani's shift to fill in all the gaps.
"I used to think that playing music was going to save me or keep me from being ordinary, maybe make Dad finally value me. And it wasn't quiet all the time. I was allowed to be a part of the noise."
Viktor's relationship with sound is intimate, formerly fraught and presently resolved. He's smiling when he settles his eyes on Dani. "I found out later my dad was afraid of me. He put me in a box. It seemed like no matter what I did, the box got smaller and smaller." He takes a peaceful breath.
"It's good to be out."