"Why be 'normal', Cousin? You are not normal, nor will you ever be. Fortunately, you'll never be anything quite so mundane." Teddy's smile widened again, the sincerity evident in his voice. "Instead, you are extraordinary, Alistair. Do you think that looking at things objectively makes you an outsider? I say it grants you the insight I'll never have. If you lack feeling, I lack logic. But together, we have enough of both to do whatever we want." Teddy's confidence was infectious, and he perpetuated his point by lightly poking Alistair on the nose.
"Take the musicians on the stage. That voice. There is such passion and energy behind it, but do you think that the man beating against the drum feels the same thing? The percussionist, much like you, sees things as what they are. To him, they are numbers, each one meaning a timing pattern. He sees things in ones and fours, ones and eights, ones and sixteens. But the singer, the cute one... He sees things as sounds, as feelings. Each note to him is less about the absolute, and more about the abstract. He sees each word as a story in his mind, as a painting he is painting with words. Will the percussionist ever see this? Not unless he makes an concerted effort. Just as the singer will always see things in the rosy tint of emotion. It does not make one less than the other. But they need each other, and together, they are complete and whole."
Teddy's extremely blue eyes landed on Alistair's, and this time it was Teddy who ran a hand through Alistair's hair. He dragged the hand downward, behind Alistair's ear, and over his jawline. He gently lifted Alistair's face upward, to have a better view of it.
"I never want to hear that question again, Alistair. If you were normal, like Tristan or Zvezdana... You and I would not be the team that we are." Teddy's face was as sincere as Alistair had ever seen it. In that moment, Teddy was closer to Alistair in personality than himself. However, the moment passed as quickly as it had come, and Teddy settled back into Alistair's lap, once again grinding against him. Whether it was intentional or not, Theodore was not forthcoming with the information.
Just then, the musicians began to play again. The song was slow and sorrowful, an ode to a man's lost love and his growing desperation to reclaim the feeling. Teddy began to hum along, until he finally began to sing along. His voice was clear and beautiful, but only loud enough for Alistair to hear against the roar of the musicians themselves.
I've missed her since, a long long while...
I lost my heart, my love, my smile,
What Immortal could ever be so vile...?
Her eyes were onyx and her hair was silken,
Voice crystalline and skin was milky,
She'll never come back to me, will she, will she?
Then I'll go to her, we'll be together, we will be...
So with this dagger do I rejoin herrrrrrr....
Enter her arms and leave this wo-orld.
End this pain and feel this never...
A love like ours last foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."
"See, Cousin. I feel. You think. Together, we are unstoppable." And with that, Teddy laid his head onto Alistair's shoulder, small droplets of salty water falling onto his cousin's exquisite clothing and trickling down in globules.