lost and found and no, leah
WHO: Kaworu and Soldier (no, leah)
WHERE: City subway (not the closet, leah)
WHEN: 11/19
WARNINGS: nothing okay leah
SUMMARY: it's oddly easy to find two albinos in one place nowadays
FORMAT: no
Finding peace and quiet was the real quest in the City more often than not, but Soldier Blue couldn't stand it. Self-imposed exile hurt, but being close to the things that he felt he had no true claim to hurt just as bad, if not worse. Silence sent him reeling back into the endless cycle of thoughts that could too easily tip and spiral downward and send him back down low. Even if he deserved it, Blue could only stand his own feelings for so long before he had to force himself out of it. Solitude was no answer.
There were nearly as many people down beneath the streets as there were above, but the confined tunnels added to the sense of congestion in the physical sense much better than the open air. Thoughts and feelings bubbled up against a ceiling and swirled along down the tunnels as people rushed along their ways. It was very easy to become overwhelmed in all that noise, both exterior and interior, and for once, Blue found it a refuge. Instead of being weighted by his own emotions, he need only look and listen about, absorbed in the brief glimpses of the lives around him as a means of distraction. Even the most petty thing was worth listening to, and though his ability to hear things that were assumed private was at times a point of shame, he only did what came naturally. He had no need to pry at all - it was all laid out for him without reservation.
He was growing to really like that crowded, smelly subway station. He was hardly approached, humans far too busy with their own schedules to spare a second to look outside themselves at others; Blue gave up the effort of disguising himself after a point, finding only passing glances of curiosity (a word from the younger ones, now and then) as punishment. Nobody minded, nobody asked questions, and nobody bothered to ask him to leave that bench - it was both lonely and comfortable.
It wasn't something he could keep doing forever, he knew, but for the moment...just a distraction. It was merciful.
WHERE: City subway (not the closet, leah)
WHEN: 11/19
WARNINGS: nothing okay leah
SUMMARY: it's oddly easy to find two albinos in one place nowadays
FORMAT: no
Finding peace and quiet was the real quest in the City more often than not, but Soldier Blue couldn't stand it. Self-imposed exile hurt, but being close to the things that he felt he had no true claim to hurt just as bad, if not worse. Silence sent him reeling back into the endless cycle of thoughts that could too easily tip and spiral downward and send him back down low. Even if he deserved it, Blue could only stand his own feelings for so long before he had to force himself out of it. Solitude was no answer.
There were nearly as many people down beneath the streets as there were above, but the confined tunnels added to the sense of congestion in the physical sense much better than the open air. Thoughts and feelings bubbled up against a ceiling and swirled along down the tunnels as people rushed along their ways. It was very easy to become overwhelmed in all that noise, both exterior and interior, and for once, Blue found it a refuge. Instead of being weighted by his own emotions, he need only look and listen about, absorbed in the brief glimpses of the lives around him as a means of distraction. Even the most petty thing was worth listening to, and though his ability to hear things that were assumed private was at times a point of shame, he only did what came naturally. He had no need to pry at all - it was all laid out for him without reservation.
He was growing to really like that crowded, smelly subway station. He was hardly approached, humans far too busy with their own schedules to spare a second to look outside themselves at others; Blue gave up the effort of disguising himself after a point, finding only passing glances of curiosity (a word from the younger ones, now and then) as punishment. Nobody minded, nobody asked questions, and nobody bothered to ask him to leave that bench - it was both lonely and comfortable.
It wasn't something he could keep doing forever, he knew, but for the moment...just a distraction. It was merciful.