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paixaorpg2006-12-29 03:00 am
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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.
no subject
He listened as she spoke, moving to sit down on the bench. The smile turned into a frown as she tried to come up with a reason to leave. Shaking his head somewhat, though she had covered her face by now, the blonde decided to slide down the bench closer towards her, and do the first thing that came to mind.
Although he had not known Linali for long, he felt like he owed it to her. Gently, he put his arms around her in a hug, smiling but not so much as before. "It's all right, Linali-chan."