[log | Week 18, day 5]
Who: Currently open to: Matt (mightstealyrcar), Mello (searedsuccessor), Jessica (in_starvation), Ax (bunzuh), Marco (guerrilla_morph)
When: Week 18, day 5
Where: Yomisato, the House o' DN, Aliens, and Vampire
What: The household deals with the loss of one of its own.
Style: Prose, present tense
Status: Closed-ish. If you think your character might swing by, let us know! It's almost certainly fine. <3
Warnings: Angst, language
Matt's curled up in Elfangor's bed, his head under the pillow. He hasn't taken off the too-big shirt and sweatpants yet. He's not sure how he got back here, thinks he might have dreamed some of it. A version of himself yelling at him over the Hitomi; demorphing without trying; a woman with kind eyes, who seemed to understand; Mello when he was the last thing Matt needed. It's all a jumble.
He's not sleeping, and doubts he'll be able to for a while. Just wants to lie here in the dark, empty of the rage that propelled him out of the house that horrible night, empty of tears. Empty of everything.
Halfway dreaming, he imagines going to one of the shrines, offering… something, what? Don't let him be dead. Back here or at home, I don't even care if he remembers me, as long as I know he's all right.
Maybe by the time he can get up, he'll have thought of something big enough to give them for that.
When: Week 18, day 5
Where: Yomisato, the House o' DN, Aliens, and Vampire
What: The household deals with the loss of one of its own.
Style: Prose, present tense
Status: Closed-ish. If you think your character might swing by, let us know! It's almost certainly fine. <3
Warnings: Angst, language
Matt's curled up in Elfangor's bed, his head under the pillow. He hasn't taken off the too-big shirt and sweatpants yet. He's not sure how he got back here, thinks he might have dreamed some of it. A version of himself yelling at him over the Hitomi; demorphing without trying; a woman with kind eyes, who seemed to understand; Mello when he was the last thing Matt needed. It's all a jumble.
He's not sleeping, and doubts he'll be able to for a while. Just wants to lie here in the dark, empty of the rage that propelled him out of the house that horrible night, empty of tears. Empty of everything.
Halfway dreaming, he imagines going to one of the shrines, offering… something, what? Don't let him be dead. Back here or at home, I don't even care if he remembers me, as long as I know he's all right.
Maybe by the time he can get up, he'll have thought of something big enough to give them for that.