'Cause you know I don't do sadness
Who: Elena, Lelouch
When: Friday, early evening (02/06)
Where: Clairbourn cemetary, their apartment
Warnings: Will be added as needed
What: Looking back one year later, and paying respects
Elena sat curled up on the couch, poking listlessly at her dinner with a fork - Chinese takeout tonight, and she really needed to teach Lulu how to cook - a cold knot of dread beginning to form in her stomach.
"You're being an idiot," she muttered quietly to herself, hoping that Lelouch didn't pick that exact moment to come into the living room, and hear her talking to herself. It's just a graveyard. It's just her body. She's not even there anymore. Just go.
She stared blankly at the television, not even seeing what was on the screen. Without another word, she got up, tossed the rest of her Chinese in the trash and went to her bedroom. Seconds later she emerged with her coat on.
She hesitated for a moment outside Lelouch's door. After the night she had... come in drunk, it was like they were in some weird in-between place. She still worked for Euphie, and she still watched out for him as much as she was able, but something had shifted dramatically. She wasn't sure what was going through Lelouch's mind about the whole incident (I never know what's going through that boy's head, she thought to herself), and she didn't want to risk upsetting anything further.
Finally, she tapped on the door and without opening it said, "I'm going out."
Then she crossed to the couch and pulled the lock box she kept Diana's old Desert Eagle in when she wasn't working. The sound of the gun being removed and loaded was unmistakable, and she hoped that it wouldn't bring Lelouch out to investigate. As a rule, she didn't carry it with her anywhere but on the job.
Here goes, she said, staring at the front door and bracing herself for more than cold.
When: Friday, early evening (02/06)
Where: Clairbourn cemetary, their apartment
Warnings: Will be added as needed
What: Looking back one year later, and paying respects
Elena sat curled up on the couch, poking listlessly at her dinner with a fork - Chinese takeout tonight, and she really needed to teach Lulu how to cook - a cold knot of dread beginning to form in her stomach.
"You're being an idiot," she muttered quietly to herself, hoping that Lelouch didn't pick that exact moment to come into the living room, and hear her talking to herself. It's just a graveyard. It's just her body. She's not even there anymore. Just go.
She stared blankly at the television, not even seeing what was on the screen. Without another word, she got up, tossed the rest of her Chinese in the trash and went to her bedroom. Seconds later she emerged with her coat on.
She hesitated for a moment outside Lelouch's door. After the night she had... come in drunk, it was like they were in some weird in-between place. She still worked for Euphie, and she still watched out for him as much as she was able, but something had shifted dramatically. She wasn't sure what was going through Lelouch's mind about the whole incident (I never know what's going through that boy's head, she thought to herself), and she didn't want to risk upsetting anything further.
Finally, she tapped on the door and without opening it said, "I'm going out."
Then she crossed to the couch and pulled the lock box she kept Diana's old Desert Eagle in when she wasn't working. The sound of the gun being removed and loaded was unmistakable, and she hoped that it wouldn't bring Lelouch out to investigate. As a rule, she didn't carry it with her anywhere but on the job.
Here goes, she said, staring at the front door and bracing herself for more than cold.