Lonely Chorus [Active/Closed]
Name(s): Hamel and Riza Wildman
Location: Latham Hotel
Time: Late afternoon, early evening. 10 days after the Mazoku plot
Warnings: Drama, confused emotions, awkwardness
Content: Hamel gets tired of staying in his new room and goes to find comfort.
To say the last few days since waking up has been hard for Hamel was an understatement. No matter how many days that went by or whoever came to visit and tried to cheer him up, nothing wavered the numbing pain he felt. Though he definitely wasn't catatonic anymore, what he had become afterwards was barely any different. There was no desire in him, no need to do anything with the continued life he had. Even the basics were less desirable than they should have been. He knew from the faces of his friends that such a mood disturbed them.
That's why he left the apartment. Sure, his disappearance would probably scare Raiel and Garnet, probably think the worst of someone in his emotional state, but more than anything, Hamel just needed to leave.
So there he was, walking to who knew where. He didn't do much of looking around, right now he wouldn't have cared if he walked in the jaws of one of the big monsters. There was nothing in him anymore anyway.
It was only after an hour did he bother looking up. He remembered standing at this street corner before, the previous thoughts he had at that time was almost laughable now. It was here he struggled on whether to talk to Flute, just a meer boyish coward too afraid of setting foot in foriegn territory like love. Even now, he could still see the hotel in the distance and for a moment, he could feel a small fire burn inside of him. He wanted to be there, to be close to the person he loved so dearly.
Hm. That wasn't going to happen anymore, was it? He did something he promised himself that he would never do and now just being close to her was too dangerous. He didn't deserve her and princess certainly didn't need a monster. He turned away, an action far more painful than any injury he ever recieved.
Out of the mindless and numbing steps, there was a certain spark now in Hamel's heart, a small flicker of desire that hadn't there in what seemed like forever. He wanted comfort. It was something he always took advantage of in the past. Whether he liked it or not, there was always someone close to talk to or express to. If it was just 2 weeks prior, Hamel would probably have thought such thinking wouldn't do him any good, that being alone was best for everyone.
How retarded that thought was now.
Whether it was an unconscious decision or simple coincidence, he found himself entering a hotel, standing in front of a door he wasn't exactly familiar with. There was however some on the other side, someone that smelled familiar. He grimaced at the situation, his mind telling him just how bad this line of thought would bring him. At least it was something rather than nothing.
His hands shaking, he raised his black sleeved arm to the door, giving it a hard knock. He still probably didn't look like much, a long sleeve black dress-shirt, blue jeans and his trademark black hat which probably had seen better days. Though given his situation, he was sure the person on the otherside wouldn't mind his change of fashion.
Location: Latham Hotel
Time: Late afternoon, early evening. 10 days after the Mazoku plot
Warnings: Drama, confused emotions, awkwardness
Content: Hamel gets tired of staying in his new room and goes to find comfort.
To say the last few days since waking up has been hard for Hamel was an understatement. No matter how many days that went by or whoever came to visit and tried to cheer him up, nothing wavered the numbing pain he felt. Though he definitely wasn't catatonic anymore, what he had become afterwards was barely any different. There was no desire in him, no need to do anything with the continued life he had. Even the basics were less desirable than they should have been. He knew from the faces of his friends that such a mood disturbed them.
That's why he left the apartment. Sure, his disappearance would probably scare Raiel and Garnet, probably think the worst of someone in his emotional state, but more than anything, Hamel just needed to leave.
So there he was, walking to who knew where. He didn't do much of looking around, right now he wouldn't have cared if he walked in the jaws of one of the big monsters. There was nothing in him anymore anyway.
It was only after an hour did he bother looking up. He remembered standing at this street corner before, the previous thoughts he had at that time was almost laughable now. It was here he struggled on whether to talk to Flute, just a meer boyish coward too afraid of setting foot in foriegn territory like love. Even now, he could still see the hotel in the distance and for a moment, he could feel a small fire burn inside of him. He wanted to be there, to be close to the person he loved so dearly.
Hm. That wasn't going to happen anymore, was it? He did something he promised himself that he would never do and now just being close to her was too dangerous. He didn't deserve her and princess certainly didn't need a monster. He turned away, an action far more painful than any injury he ever recieved.
Out of the mindless and numbing steps, there was a certain spark now in Hamel's heart, a small flicker of desire that hadn't there in what seemed like forever. He wanted comfort. It was something he always took advantage of in the past. Whether he liked it or not, there was always someone close to talk to or express to. If it was just 2 weeks prior, Hamel would probably have thought such thinking wouldn't do him any good, that being alone was best for everyone.
How retarded that thought was now.
Whether it was an unconscious decision or simple coincidence, he found himself entering a hotel, standing in front of a door he wasn't exactly familiar with. There was however some on the other side, someone that smelled familiar. He grimaced at the situation, his mind telling him just how bad this line of thought would bring him. At least it was something rather than nothing.
His hands shaking, he raised his black sleeved arm to the door, giving it a hard knock. He still probably didn't look like much, a long sleeve black dress-shirt, blue jeans and his trademark black hat which probably had seen better days. Though given his situation, he was sure the person on the otherside wouldn't mind his change of fashion.