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Disintegrate. Verb. Fall apart; reduce to pieces // Private to Miwako

Nov 08, 2009 17:06

The kids were demons, as most children are apt to be. And rather good at setting angels on fire and running away before being spotted. Whether or not this was good emotional reinforcement or not as not that pressing a detail. Babysitting does not mean to not promote work ethic and have them watch educational movies. It means keep them happy and ' ( Read more... )

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silentafterglow November 8 2009, 22:25:40 UTC

How long as she been gone for? 4 hours? 5? It wasn't her intention to do so, and now she's regrettably glancing down pocket-watch dangling from her belt. No time to think. No time to say anything, she dashes out of the room as quick as she can. The realization that something could be wrong hitting her conscience ( ... )

itsaleash November 8 2009, 23:14:26 UTC

No reaction. At all. Though since she's holding his hands, she could feel he's shaking. Faintly, but constantly, and completely oblivious to this. Too far detached to try and put anything back together right now. But at least that voice gets through ( ... )

silentafterglow November 8 2009, 23:31:21 UTC

The fact that he's shaking only gets her anxiety level to boost up tenfold. And the fact that he's also not talking? It doesn't come as a realization for her. That her hands could possibly be cutting off circulation if his body was still alive. But it's not. Though, that didn't really matter now, did it ( ... )

itsaleash November 9 2009, 06:50:51 UTC

He didn't notice, practically like dead weight in her arms when she moves him. But still has enough semblance of mind afterwards to turn away from her and curl up on one side. Gaze already falling to the ground and hollowing out. Is that person still here-- yeah. What else would that sudden weight shift be? It's not like it could be anyone else...

Goodbye, Or--

"No. Stop it stop it stop it," broken and quieter than a whisper, but at least he's able to speak. And already shifting his hands to covering his ears. Trying to block out that voice but he's the only one who hears it, so it isn't going away. That damned phone's still on the other side of the room why can I still hear it get out of my head get out get out out out why

"Why isn't it..." going away?

silentafterglow November 9 2009, 08:56:02 UTC

A hand follows his own, and tightly squeezes it for a moment. The grip loosens but she allows her hand to remain there. Holding his own for emotional, and physical support. Something... Something in the room obviously broke him. And not in a way where it was funny. This was definitely different from every other moment ( ... )

itsaleash November 9 2009, 14:31:35 UTC

"Won't work..." Silly figment of my imagination, you'd think it'd know better. Or maybe it doesn't, since when could hallucinations maintain physical contact? But there was only one door back. Had obeyed Thanatos' wish to not look for it, even if he had the means to do so. But once someone leaves through a door, closes it, finality. That dimension's gone. Anyone else? Stuck here. No exceptions.

Eyes narrowing a bit, despite the broken pieces, the bitterness and anger are still at the forefront. Perhaps you might even hear the sound of static in your mind, a presence that doesn't belong, but it's good at hiding afterwards. "That's all."

Done. Finished. Completely infallible. The decision is done, right? Already done and settled. So why does it still seem impossible to accept.

At least this unknown illusion of a person is making for a good distraction.

Oh god XD I can't believe I'm doing this. silentafterglow November 10 2009, 01:02:10 UTC

He has to calm down. And the only thing she has that can calm him down is... A pause and she glances back at Orpheus once more. Her hand slipping from his own so she's easily able to stand. She soon leaves the room after wards. Trying to be as quiet as possible so she doesn't wake anyone around the dorm.

Give or take, 5 minutes for her to come back with a cup of tea in her hand. Did she spike the tea? Maybe. It's not like he's in the right state of mind to be able to tell on spot. Hell, all she knows is that it acts as a barbiturate, and should calm him, or make him fall asleep.

The door is shut behind her when she enters. Eyes glancing over at the three children, then back at Orpheus. She doesn't hesitate to walk towards him again. Setting the tea on the table and propping him up with a free hand. Hopefully he's in control long enough that he can sip it. Else... She won't like the fact that she'll have to chug it down his throat.

itsaleash November 11 2009, 14:22:30 UTC

He's not even in the state of mind to notice he's been shoved upright a few minutes after the fact, leaning heavily against her shoulder once her arm's gone. Staring at the cup in his hands, still shaking slightly. Well, more like staring out at nothing.

At least the vague amount of concentration needed to keep from spilling said tea because of said shaking helps with his awareness. And that after the first two sips, illicits a sigh. There's probably enough opium in this thing to kill someone, isn't there... but at least it's effective. Still leaning against her, eyes still unfocused and clouded, but at least the shaking's slowed. Stopped completely.

And after about ten more minutes, his voice is still dead, weak and cracking on itself. But he's speaking in sentences, so it's a start?

"Was it something I did?"

silentafterglow November 11 2009, 18:29:07 UTC

Freezes completely at his question. Glancing upward to stare at him, but never meeting his gaze. Because that depressed, and cracked voice was already hard enough as it is. So instead of looking at him, the grip on his shoulders becomes tighter. Hands starting to shake as well. How... is she suppose to answer that?

No... You didn't do anything wrong.

Then her head drops. Just enough that it leans against his own. Then her arms move to wrap themselves around his back. It's not your fault. You didn't do anything. So don't blame yourself if you aren't already are.

itsaleash November 11 2009, 19:06:29 UTC

Too late. His first reflex is always to try and find a way to blame it on himself. That way he doesn't have to blame the other relevant party. Getting his focus back a bit, lifting his head as she starts shaking. About to say something, but the words die almost immediately. Cue falling back to complete silence when she latches on ( ... )

silentafterglow November 12 2009, 01:17:19 UTC

Damn it. She hopes to god that he'll calm down before she passes out. Because she's passed her limit of two weeks of not sleeping. However, despite how tired she is, she forces herself to use the last bits of strength that are clinging unto her for dear life. If I can get you to calm down, I can at least fall until a coma without having to worry too much. ... Or so she thinks.

A hard swallow and she forces herself to pull away. Both hands gripping his shoulders in a tight hold and propping him up once more. Still shaking. But then there's that look of determination in her eyes.

"It is not your fault, Orpheus. It never is."

So stop blaming yourself, you moron. God you and that damn Martyr complex and--

itsaleash November 20 2009, 18:12:16 UTC

"Perhaps not..." Tensing a bit as her grip tightens on his shoulders. Bits and pieces coming back and first in line is that usual mindset to keep everyone at an arm's length distance - emotionally and physically.

But it's enough. Enough for that static to come back and that distorted voice hissing out words of temptation, like always. She's right you know~ It's never your fault. And even if it is, they'd never hold it against you~ They all love you sooo much, after all ( ... )

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