Just another day...
Who: Darc and Izaya
When: Back-dated to Monday evening
Where: Somewhere in Haven.
Summery: Its Darc’s birthday! Not that he has any idea how to celebrate.
Warnings: Nothing specific atm, a bit of language form Darc, possible fluff or angst or something, I guess?
The day was steadily getting later, but Darc remained outside, knees now pulled up to his chin and his back leant against the wall of the building behind him. It was strange to think that he’d been stuck in this place for almost a year now, that so much about his core beliefs and even who he was had altered since he had first arrived, and yet it somehow felt as though little time had passed at all. It seemed like it should feel a lot longer, given that this was, essentially, a prison and one where they were tortured on a regular basis. But torture was something he was very much accustomed to, and he supposed that on the whole, the majority of the time it felt like they had it easy here, in comparison with what he was used to.
This was the first time he’d ever given his date of birth much thought. For a start, he now knew when it was, something that had always been hazy to him up until now. He had also turned eighteen, which he knew meant he was considered to be more of an adult by human standards, though overall it meant very little to him. There was also the fact that he shared this date of birth with his twin, a twin who was now dead and feeding the plants in the biodome. They’d never been close, hadn’t really had the chance to try, but it left him with a feeling he disliked, nonetheless. It was best not to think about it. All in all, he felt no different than he would on any other day, only a little more introspective perhaps. He remained where he was, his expression thoughtful as he continued to lean back against the wall and enjoy what at least felt like fresh air on his skin.
When: Back-dated to Monday evening
Where: Somewhere in Haven.
Summery: Its Darc’s birthday! Not that he has any idea how to celebrate.
Warnings: Nothing specific atm, a bit of language form Darc, possible fluff or angst or something, I guess?
The day was steadily getting later, but Darc remained outside, knees now pulled up to his chin and his back leant against the wall of the building behind him. It was strange to think that he’d been stuck in this place for almost a year now, that so much about his core beliefs and even who he was had altered since he had first arrived, and yet it somehow felt as though little time had passed at all. It seemed like it should feel a lot longer, given that this was, essentially, a prison and one where they were tortured on a regular basis. But torture was something he was very much accustomed to, and he supposed that on the whole, the majority of the time it felt like they had it easy here, in comparison with what he was used to.
This was the first time he’d ever given his date of birth much thought. For a start, he now knew when it was, something that had always been hazy to him up until now. He had also turned eighteen, which he knew meant he was considered to be more of an adult by human standards, though overall it meant very little to him. There was also the fact that he shared this date of birth with his twin, a twin who was now dead and feeding the plants in the biodome. They’d never been close, hadn’t really had the chance to try, but it left him with a feeling he disliked, nonetheless. It was best not to think about it. All in all, he felt no different than he would on any other day, only a little more introspective perhaps. He remained where he was, his expression thoughtful as he continued to lean back against the wall and enjoy what at least felt like fresh air on his skin.