[Thread] Unavoidable Consequences
Characters: AU!Yuki Judai misguidedherald OU!Yuuki Juudai hero_of_dark
Where: the Paj hallway
When: around three days after the events in this thread, after the end of the Potion Plot
Summary: There is confusion.. and then there is all-out shock and denial, after the dizzying ambrosia fades away, leaving behind it only anger, bitterness, self-recrimination, guilt enough for a hundred individuals and the consequences that must inevitably be faced, when one acts without reason.
Warnings: Snark, arguing, verbal violence, most likely. It remains to be seen if it will turn to physical violence as well.
If stereotypes had ruled every aspect of his existence, Judai would have either holed himself up in Paj-Okto for the next several months or walked around with a nondescript paper bag over his features, hiding them from view. More precisely, hiding his shame from view.
However, since nothing was as simple as childish tropes ever made it out to be, neither of those two options was applicable -- the first stood as truly inadvisable, given Yubel's still intense anger and Judai's desire to not cause her anymore grief than he had already done, in his complete idiocy, while the second was truly ridiculous and entirely useless in its simple stupidity. It would be just the same as burying his head in the sand, running away from that which he was loath to face.... something with which Judai was well-acquainted, since it had been his standard modus operandi, when it came to moments during which it seemed as if everything might just be falling apart around him.
In the absence of the 'fight' option, when his adversary was not a corporeal, visible, one -- yet some thing much more subtle and insidious, born within him -- 'flight' remained the only suitable response. And that was precisely what he was doing at the present moment, fleeing from the face of something that he didn't wish to even acknowledge, much less examine in any kind of detail, for its mere memory was enough to trigger both fury and intense disgust within him -- at the object of his artificial desires and at himself, for giving in to such base needs in the first place.
Sitting on the protruding windowsill, near the bench at the end of the Paj hallway, Judai studied the white, flat expanse of the park visible ahead, through the frozen glass, golden eyes appearing to not notice anything of what surrounded him -- gaze seemingly drawn inwards, towards a conflict that had now turned into the slow, festering burn of self-hatred.
Where: the Paj hallway
When: around three days after the events in this thread, after the end of the Potion Plot
Summary: There is confusion.. and then there is all-out shock and denial, after the dizzying ambrosia fades away, leaving behind it only anger, bitterness, self-recrimination, guilt enough for a hundred individuals and the consequences that must inevitably be faced, when one acts without reason.
Warnings: Snark, arguing, verbal violence, most likely. It remains to be seen if it will turn to physical violence as well.
If stereotypes had ruled every aspect of his existence, Judai would have either holed himself up in Paj-Okto for the next several months or walked around with a nondescript paper bag over his features, hiding them from view. More precisely, hiding his shame from view.
However, since nothing was as simple as childish tropes ever made it out to be, neither of those two options was applicable -- the first stood as truly inadvisable, given Yubel's still intense anger and Judai's desire to not cause her anymore grief than he had already done, in his complete idiocy, while the second was truly ridiculous and entirely useless in its simple stupidity. It would be just the same as burying his head in the sand, running away from that which he was loath to face.... something with which Judai was well-acquainted, since it had been his standard modus operandi, when it came to moments during which it seemed as if everything might just be falling apart around him.
In the absence of the 'fight' option, when his adversary was not a corporeal, visible, one -- yet some thing much more subtle and insidious, born within him -- 'flight' remained the only suitable response. And that was precisely what he was doing at the present moment, fleeing from the face of something that he didn't wish to even acknowledge, much less examine in any kind of detail, for its mere memory was enough to trigger both fury and intense disgust within him -- at the object of his artificial desires and at himself, for giving in to such base needs in the first place.
Sitting on the protruding windowsill, near the bench at the end of the Paj hallway, Judai studied the white, flat expanse of the park visible ahead, through the frozen glass, golden eyes appearing to not notice anything of what surrounded him -- gaze seemingly drawn inwards, towards a conflict that had now turned into the slow, festering burn of self-hatred.