[reaction] II/IIl_shruggedJanuary 3 2011, 22:23:43 UTC
Father.
- who.
There’s a mental exhaustion that accompanies the rising anger, hated and before he can embrace it, a sharp pain to the chin; dust fills his nostrils and he gags, definitely for himself. A sound and he’s not certain whether it’s his or not. He doesn’t make sounds, not those sorts, and it’s stretching the twine, drawing it finely across the expanse of his mind until he’s certain he’s ill with the rage turning his stomach.
Lelouch… Lelouch - isn’t right, he’s certain of it.
This isn’t right.
But the prickles along his scalp, throbbing along his jaw and the rising terror - His eye, not that, not when it means - And the eyes, the eyes, they’re the eyes, and it serves as a double meaning and then none at all because L’s no longer able to tear the invasive streaks of anxiety from his train of thought, or what remained thereof.
And the terror triples, sending a sickening sensation up his spin and it throbs against the back of his throat, almost urging that he haul over, release the contents of his stomach and just - he feels the prickle of pain that accompanies the shouts and screams and the thrashing is there, but the frustration has increased tenfold because now there is such restraint that he can no longer create distance. His consciousness slips and he falls into the experience fully, and the emotions are almost overwhelming were he able to compare.
L’s fingers finally jerk away, staging a coup if only because the rest of the body had indeed exhibited even the barest of trembles and, with the action, the sound of hitomi clacking wood draws him back. It’s a relief, so much so that his muscles sink like goo and his throat is sucking in breath as though he had been strangled mid-experience. A rush of adrenaline kicks his mind into overdrive and it’s almost as numbing as forcefully experiencing the feelings of another. He swallows slowly, dryly, and, by the time he retrieves the device, the conclusion of the dream has passed.
Out of some masochistic variety of curiosity, he turns the dream back in order to re-watch it from a more objective standpoint and there is much less confusion, less struggling and exhaustion, and he inhales languidly.]
[private | audio.] --> DONEl_shruggedJanuary 3 2011, 22:41:51 UTC
[And despite the uselessness of words, the general lack of necessity that he respond, a certain degree of respect for privacy (mild bullshit), he decidedly does enable audio. The content and the mention of the eyes was enough to draw interest. And it's, for once, not directed at that which is well beyond his resources. or this world. Given that the man isn't particularly private.
Of course, it wouldn't be very intelligent, socially, to simply approach with mere curiosity. It would also be rather irritating to be prodded immediately following the dream, which is why he does permit the passage of time.
L does understand the basic mechanics of social interaction, surprisingly.
And ten to fifteen minutes in and he speaks in a neutral tone, injecting the query with some level of concern.]
I hope you've recovered now, mm? [Break.] Dreams seem far more elaborate in Kannagara than ever before; clearly not a positive for many of us.
[private | audio.] sorry this took an eternity ;;dramatic_capeJanuary 8 2011, 07:03:26 UTC
[ Dammit, Ryuzaki. You disappear for months and then just have to show up again, incessant nosiness and all, in time to pry your fingers into this? That's actually enraging. That's actually the most infuriating thing Lelouch can think of right now, if he were in a state to be enraged or infuriated. As it is, he's so emotionally numb - or in shock, either works - right now that he just glances at the Hitomi as he walks.
He throws it behind him, knowing it will just reappear in his pocket, and vows to talk to Ryuzaki some other time.
Thus, it is over twelve hours later when Lelouch finally gets up the resolve to answer him. ]
I see you're back. [ He didn't manage to say it with as much light friendliness as he'd usually try to muster. Oh, well. ]
[private | audio.] no problem <3l_shruggedJanuary 8 2011, 11:28:21 UTC
[And, when there is no response, L's recourse is to continue preparing for his journey to Mizusato, though this requires little more than locating an appropriate footwear. The geta strap digs in between his toes and pale fingers react by vainly slipping between the aggressive roughness and his skin. The tip rubs over it absently, thoughtless of the fact that the same index may or may not be prodding his lower lip within the hour. That is, given that he decides the leave early.
While his contacts swear that the trip should require less than an hour of trekking the wilderness, the man somehow has a difficult time accepting the distorted time. Even if it is true. He's not likely to sleep well beyond the confines of a wooden house regardless.
And he thinks that if Mello were made aware, he would have a heart attack.
The blond, while touching in his attentiveness, tends to be rather stifling, which is the primary reason he'd refused the offer. Twelve hours later, his geta have been removed, feet warming by a fire and wide eyes not quite exhausted despite the intermittent walks and breaks. The flames lick at the cold air and he's long since forgotten the failed initiation of communication.
Were the dreamer he, the detective may have well ignored any responses as well.
And the voice does provoke a blink: the closest reaction to a start. Fingers find the hitomi, now covered in a commissioned leather casing. It's a familiar voice and he realizes why shortly after... though he's not certain as to the source of the familiarity being expressed. Another who has spoken to his double, is it?]
Mm, yes. It seems so. [Murmurs tellingly.] I apologize if we've spoken previously.
[private | audio.]dramatic_capeJanuary 12 2011, 04:22:37 UTC
[ Ah. So this isn't the Ryuzaki Lelouch knew. (Not that Lelouch ever really knew him; the man was almost neurotically private, and somewhat off, truth be told. Which is not to say that Lelouch is a shining example of openness and normalcy, either.) The gods are at it again. Maybe every time he gets to know anyone here - Raikou, Katsuya, Valeria - they'll just disappear, and sometimes reappear with no memory. (Although, Raikou got his back, at least.)
He thinks of Shirley, and draws his arms more tightly around himself. ]
I see. They must have briefed you. I apologize, in that case, if I offended you - I had met and interacted with a previous "you" before.
- who.
There’s a mental exhaustion that accompanies the rising anger, hated and before he can embrace it, a sharp pain to the chin; dust fills his nostrils and he gags, definitely for himself. A sound and he’s not certain whether it’s his or not. He doesn’t make sounds, not those sorts, and it’s stretching the twine, drawing it finely across the expanse of his mind until he’s certain he’s ill with the rage turning his stomach.
Lelouch… Lelouch - isn’t right, he’s certain of it.
This isn’t right.
But the prickles along his scalp, throbbing along his jaw and the rising terror - His eye, not that, not when it means - And the eyes, the eyes, they’re the eyes, and it serves as a double meaning and then none at all because L’s no longer able to tear the invasive streaks of anxiety from his train of thought, or what remained thereof.
And the terror triples, sending a sickening sensation up his spin and it throbs against the back of his throat, almost urging that he haul over, release the contents of his stomach and just - he feels the prickle of pain that accompanies the shouts and screams and the thrashing is there, but the frustration has increased tenfold because now there is such restraint that he can no longer create distance. His consciousness slips and he falls into the experience fully, and the emotions are almost overwhelming were he able to compare.
L’s fingers finally jerk away, staging a coup if only because the rest of the body had indeed exhibited even the barest of trembles and, with the action, the sound of hitomi clacking wood draws him back. It’s a relief, so much so that his muscles sink like goo and his throat is sucking in breath as though he had been strangled mid-experience. A rush of adrenaline kicks his mind into overdrive and it’s almost as numbing as forcefully experiencing the feelings of another. He swallows slowly, dryly, and, by the time he retrieves the device, the conclusion of the dream has passed.
Out of some masochistic variety of curiosity, he turns the dream back in order to re-watch it from a more objective standpoint and there is much less confusion, less struggling and exhaustion, and he inhales languidly.]
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Of course, it wouldn't be very intelligent, socially, to simply approach with mere curiosity. It would also be rather irritating to be prodded immediately following the dream, which is why he does permit the passage of time.
L does understand the basic mechanics of social interaction, surprisingly.
And ten to fifteen minutes in and he speaks in a neutral tone, injecting the query with some level of concern.]
I hope you've recovered now, mm? [Break.] Dreams seem far more elaborate in Kannagara than ever before; clearly not a positive for many of us.
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He throws it behind him, knowing it will just reappear in his pocket, and vows to talk to Ryuzaki some other time.
Thus, it is over twelve hours later when Lelouch finally gets up the resolve to answer him. ]
I see you're back. [ He didn't manage to say it with as much light friendliness as he'd usually try to muster. Oh, well. ]
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While his contacts swear that the trip should require less than an hour of trekking the wilderness, the man somehow has a difficult time accepting the distorted time. Even if it is true. He's not likely to sleep well beyond the confines of a wooden house regardless.
And he thinks that if Mello were made aware, he would have a heart attack.
The blond, while touching in his attentiveness, tends to be rather stifling, which is the primary reason he'd refused the offer. Twelve hours later, his geta have been removed, feet warming by a fire and wide eyes not quite exhausted despite the intermittent walks and breaks. The flames lick at the cold air and he's long since forgotten the failed initiation of communication.
Were the dreamer he, the detective may have well ignored any responses as well.
And the voice does provoke a blink: the closest reaction to a start. Fingers find the hitomi, now covered in a commissioned leather casing. It's a familiar voice and he realizes why shortly after... though he's not certain as to the source of the familiarity being expressed. Another who has spoken to his double, is it?]
Mm, yes. It seems so. [Murmurs tellingly.] I apologize if we've spoken previously.
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He thinks of Shirley, and draws his arms more tightly around himself. ]
I see. They must have briefed you. I apologize, in that case, if I offended you - I had met and interacted with a previous "you" before.
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