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Character(s): Linali and Rin.
Content: Distraught, the exorcist finally gives into her selfish desire to talk to someone about her woes.
Setting: Strolling the tranquil halls of the Matteus Museum of Art.
Time: Around afternoon or early evening.
Warnings: 'NALI ANGST, omg.
Fifteen to twenty minutes it was. Being ready and dressed up, the teen was able to head out the door at comment's notice. Almost bolting out the main entrance doors, the exorcist was extremely eager to see Rin again. It had been three (or was it four?) days since that night.
That night. So much happened then: saved people, chaperoned them to safety, went back and forth in the domes. It wasn't all that different from her job, but the disappearance of her friends pushed her to exhaustion. Her body's fatigue was gone by now, but mulling over myriad concepts of the disgrace drained her. She even lost weight over it; she only ate to eat, yet even then it wasn't much. The evenings between were stretched, worrisome, hopeful, but fruitless.
Where were they? Where did they go? Will they come back? Why...
Linali's psychobabble continued as she maintained a long face for the duration of a train ride.
First Kanda, then Rabi, then Gunzi. She was losing pieces one by one--and so carelessly. If Kanda wasn't back in three days, she was going to go out herself.
He was gone before that happened.
Maybe Rabi was mad at her still, even though she apologized back home. But then again, the Rabi she had been with wasn't from her time. Same year with several weeks in between; not severe unlike other scenarios. It was still Rabi. He could have gotten mad about her foolishness and jumping into things so quickly without a word. Yeah, maybe that's why he left.
And Gunzi... she winced and clutched her arms in a shiver. She told him that she would take him with her. She told him that she would give him good memories and a better life. She promised.
But she broke it.
Was he back in that dreadful place he lived in? She didn't want that. Not for him, not for anybody. She knitted her brows in spite of herself, and her eyes nearly watered behind shut lids--but the train whistled and came to a hault. She tore from the painful reverie of "what ifs" and "could have dones," whiping at stinging eyes. She should have brought Kleenex just in case.
Despite the lack of tissue, Linali didn't make a pitstop. She had to get to the museum without any delay. The last thing she wanted was to make Rin wait.
Content: Distraught, the exorcist finally gives into her selfish desire to talk to someone about her woes.
Setting: Strolling the tranquil halls of the Matteus Museum of Art.
Time: Around afternoon or early evening.
Warnings: 'NALI ANGST, omg.
Fifteen to twenty minutes it was. Being ready and dressed up, the teen was able to head out the door at comment's notice. Almost bolting out the main entrance doors, the exorcist was extremely eager to see Rin again. It had been three (or was it four?) days since that night.
That night. So much happened then: saved people, chaperoned them to safety, went back and forth in the domes. It wasn't all that different from her job, but the disappearance of her friends pushed her to exhaustion. Her body's fatigue was gone by now, but mulling over myriad concepts of the disgrace drained her. She even lost weight over it; she only ate to eat, yet even then it wasn't much. The evenings between were stretched, worrisome, hopeful, but fruitless.
Where were they? Where did they go? Will they come back? Why...
Linali's psychobabble continued as she maintained a long face for the duration of a train ride.
First Kanda, then Rabi, then Gunzi. She was losing pieces one by one--and so carelessly. If Kanda wasn't back in three days, she was going to go out herself.
He was gone before that happened.
Maybe Rabi was mad at her still, even though she apologized back home. But then again, the Rabi she had been with wasn't from her time. Same year with several weeks in between; not severe unlike other scenarios. It was still Rabi. He could have gotten mad about her foolishness and jumping into things so quickly without a word. Yeah, maybe that's why he left.
And Gunzi... she winced and clutched her arms in a shiver. She told him that she would take him with her. She told him that she would give him good memories and a better life. She promised.
But she broke it.
Was he back in that dreadful place he lived in? She didn't want that. Not for him, not for anybody. She knitted her brows in spite of herself, and her eyes nearly watered behind shut lids--but the train whistled and came to a hault. She tore from the painful reverie of "what ifs" and "could have dones," whiping at stinging eyes. She should have brought Kleenex just in case.
Despite the lack of tissue, Linali didn't make a pitstop. She had to get to the museum without any delay. The last thing she wanted was to make Rin wait.
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A frown ruined the warm contentment that had been across his face only moments ago, and he rubbed at the side of his neck a little with his free hand that had been dangling at his side. Gunzi had disapeared, and Linali felt guilty for it. He couldn't bare to see her like this, he had to try and give her some form of comfort...
He lifted his hands quietly, briefly away from his sword, to breathe warm air against his fingers thoughtfully. Odd that even in this dome that there would be weather, though he'd sat and contemplated that stupid happy-happy sun for quite some time. The dome just confused him, but he would ignore it for now.
Now he flipped up the awkward hood of his jacket, still identifiable if only because of it alone and that sword. Rin was desperately hoping that he wasn't going to end up being the late one, but he'd left in time to walk there... hopefully.
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Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to go out in such cold with her condition--or maybe she should stop overthinking. She blocked out any desperate thoughts with his, Rin's, name and kept a glassy eye out for him. She sniffed. Her nose was clogging up now? Great timing. She frowned at the notion of falling ill at the precise moment she caught a familiar figure from the powder white. Nevertheless, she forced herself to lift her spirits, as well as an arm to wave.
"Hey! I'm over here!" she shouted. She hoped he didn't catch an unusual raspiness in her voice.