⇨ log № 002 ₪ [08]
Who: wanijimas & ilpromenade
What: Taking advantage of the quiet to piece his mind back together.
Where: On the beach, near his Place of Solace.
When: September 28th around 13:00-14:00
Warnings: None. Will update as necessary.
Notes: Pre-log introspective narrative for anyone interested in how the Wraith impacted them, and give more context to Akito's current state of mind.
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Akito doesn't exactly remember how they arrived at the beach, though he thinks Lind probably had something to do with it. It's hard to remember a lot of details like that now. The beach helps though. The quiet. Just waves and sand and gull cries.
It's easier to focus on what he needs to be doing now that there's quiet. He can knit the edges of his mind back together. Untangle the strings of memories that knotted up with Lind's, strand by careful strand.
The heat atop the RV is almost unbearable now that he's fully aware of his body. He sits up and fans out his shirt, grateful for how light it is in comparison to the worn out jeans Agito put on that morning. His face feels uncomfortably hot. The scratches are healing nicely though. Not deep. No infection. There will be little to no scarring.
He jumps off the roof and lands without issue before remembering that he's incapable of such grace anymore. He is no Fang King. He is no Thorn Queen, either. He stumbles for no reason, as if to prove a point to himself.
His head hurts so much that his bones ache and throb with it. He massages the tips of his fingers against a temple absently. If it does anything, he can't really tell.
Akito is used to pain though, and so just works at ignoring it.
What: Taking advantage of the quiet to piece his mind back together.
Where: On the beach, near his Place of Solace.
When: September 28th around 13:00-14:00
Warnings: None. Will update as necessary.
Notes: Pre-log introspective narrative for anyone interested in how the Wraith impacted them, and give more context to Akito's current state of mind.
.-.-.-.-.-.
Akito doesn't exactly remember how they arrived at the beach, though he thinks Lind probably had something to do with it. It's hard to remember a lot of details like that now. The beach helps though. The quiet. Just waves and sand and gull cries.
It's easier to focus on what he needs to be doing now that there's quiet. He can knit the edges of his mind back together. Untangle the strings of memories that knotted up with Lind's, strand by careful strand.
The heat atop the RV is almost unbearable now that he's fully aware of his body. He sits up and fans out his shirt, grateful for how light it is in comparison to the worn out jeans Agito put on that morning. His face feels uncomfortably hot. The scratches are healing nicely though. Not deep. No infection. There will be little to no scarring.
He jumps off the roof and lands without issue before remembering that he's incapable of such grace anymore. He is no Fang King. He is no Thorn Queen, either. He stumbles for no reason, as if to prove a point to himself.
His head hurts so much that his bones ache and throb with it. He massages the tips of his fingers against a temple absently. If it does anything, he can't really tell.
Akito is used to pain though, and so just works at ignoring it.