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[Voice Call - Private to Lelouch | Week 5, Day 1 - Night]

Apr 27, 2010 22:01

[ Footfalls are the first thing that can be heard. Weighted, antsy things that reflect upon the person responsible for their make and model. Hesitation is the hammer over the butt of the nail. It is a wonder Valeria doesn't clear her itching throat before she speaks. When the hammer falls, she manages ( Read more... )

~turk knife, *complete, ~lelouch vi britannia

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dramatic_cape April 28 2010, 04:32:36 UTC

[ Lelouch waits quietly on the other end for Valeria to get it all out of her system - the apologies, anyway. He'd been beginning to get a bit worried, truth to tell, but now that she's called him, at least she's safe. ]

Val? I'm fine - I'm more worried if you're okay -

[ Because it honestly hadn't bothered him all too terribly, but having her run off like that was disconcerting. ]

incisive April 28 2010, 04:51:16 UTC

I'm... as well as can be expected considering the circumstances.

[ Which is another way of saying, 'I'm functioning, but I'm not even sure how to begin correcting this or how much of it I can correct.'

Valeria shakes the thought and pauses in her tracks, inhaling deeply, inaudibly. ]

I should be back in half an hour or so. Is there anything you want me to pick up while I'm out?

[ She could use the time. She could definitely use the time. She isn't sure she's ready to face either of them right now. She would just as soon climb into the appropriate cabin through the porthole, crawl under her covers, and sleep like the dead into the afternoon, but that isn't an option. Continuing this behavior isn't an option. ]

dramatic_cape April 29 2010, 05:34:48 UTC

Not in particular.

[ Val seems to be taking this hard, and Lelouch doesn't really blame her. As shocking (and underneath it, kind of funny) as it had been for him, it must have been much more so for her. ]

Listen, don't... It's fine.

incisive April 30 2010, 21:57:59 UTC

[ The Turk stirs in conjunction with the Survivor beneath the surface. ]

Understood. I'll be back within the hour, so don't wait up for me.

[ The Hitomi, having been made to adopt the form of a phone similar in make and model to that of the Turks' standard on Gaia, is flipped close as she turns her eyes to the moon overhead. ]

I guess it is late.

[ And with that, she moves forward again. ]