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paixaorpg2007-12-17 09:09 pm
blackmagicjazz.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2007-12-17 09:09 pm
While You Were Sleeping [Complete]
Character(s): Godot and Mia
Content: For the first time in five years, the lovers speak. Yeah, it's that dramatic.
Setting: Train station nearest to the Cafe Ersestat at Joutenheim (L7ish)
Time: Half an hour to an hour after "Down at Cafe Ersestat"
Warnings: Angst, fluff, diabetic sweetness
It was bad enough learning that Mia was here in this city-- bad in a strange way, a confusing way that twisted Godot's guts and made his palms sweat and made him feel elated and yet nauseous at the same time. Just hearing her voice had shaken him to the core, all the way through him to the part of him that still answered to the name she'd called across the cafe.
Why did he have to find her on the damned journal network? Why did he have to speak with her? He had decided when he saw her there that it was best just to stay away, leave her to her own business and get on with his-- though he honestly couldn't say why. Godot was conflicted in the worst way, torn between wanting to see her again and dreading what she would say.
She no doubt had an earful for him. How stupid he was to have fallen into such an obvious trap, how he'd abandoned her in her time of need, how he wasn't around the way he should have been to protect her. She'd stare in horror at what had become of the once-handsome attorney she'd fallen in love with, his strange and unnaturally bleach-white hair, the ridiculous visor on his face, the way he only kept going thanks to the steady diet of pills and medications they fed him. He had prepared for all of these conversations, but had never expected them to really happen-- after all, the dead couldn't talk. And no matter how many times he'd imagined her asking, he couldn't bear to actually hear her do so.
You're a stupid fool, Godot, he kept repeating in his head as he stood on the train platform, waiting desperately for the train to show up so he could get out of there. You've gotten yourself into this. You've made yourself the one to have to tell Mia that Diego Armando is dead.
A real man never runs from his duty. Escape was the last refuge of the cowardly. If a man can't face the beauty, he's nothing but prey to the beast. All of them his own rules, and all of them getting broken like a Ming vase in a bullfight.
He gulped down a mug of Blend #23 and tried to think about other things.
Content: For the first time in five years, the lovers speak. Yeah, it's that dramatic.
Setting: Train station nearest to the Cafe Ersestat at Joutenheim (L7ish)
Time: Half an hour to an hour after "Down at Cafe Ersestat"
Warnings: Angst, fluff, diabetic sweetness
It was bad enough learning that Mia was here in this city-- bad in a strange way, a confusing way that twisted Godot's guts and made his palms sweat and made him feel elated and yet nauseous at the same time. Just hearing her voice had shaken him to the core, all the way through him to the part of him that still answered to the name she'd called across the cafe.
Why did he have to find her on the damned journal network? Why did he have to speak with her? He had decided when he saw her there that it was best just to stay away, leave her to her own business and get on with his-- though he honestly couldn't say why. Godot was conflicted in the worst way, torn between wanting to see her again and dreading what she would say.
She no doubt had an earful for him. How stupid he was to have fallen into such an obvious trap, how he'd abandoned her in her time of need, how he wasn't around the way he should have been to protect her. She'd stare in horror at what had become of the once-handsome attorney she'd fallen in love with, his strange and unnaturally bleach-white hair, the ridiculous visor on his face, the way he only kept going thanks to the steady diet of pills and medications they fed him. He had prepared for all of these conversations, but had never expected them to really happen-- after all, the dead couldn't talk. And no matter how many times he'd imagined her asking, he couldn't bear to actually hear her do so.
You're a stupid fool, Godot, he kept repeating in his head as he stood on the train platform, waiting desperately for the train to show up so he could get out of there. You've gotten yourself into this. You've made yourself the one to have to tell Mia that Diego Armando is dead.
A real man never runs from his duty. Escape was the last refuge of the cowardly. If a man can't face the beauty, he's nothing but prey to the beast. All of them his own rules, and all of them getting broken like a Ming vase in a bullfight.
He gulped down a mug of Blend #23 and tried to think about other things.