♡ ages of ruin 1/2. (jin/takaya? + chidori)retrauxJuly 12 2011, 03:23:16 UTC
oh gosh this isn't even exactly what you asked for?? it's more jin gen than takaya/jin :x sorry! and um, i can write you something else if you want, i guess?
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"Don't you ever wonder about it," Chidori asks him, once, as they walk the streets of Iwatodai together yet entirely alone; unaccustomed to one another despite everything. It is the first and last time they find themselves as two and Takaya's absence unsettles something in Jin he cannot quite explain-as though in it he has lost a part of himself. The midnight hour has passed but the streets are still comfortingly dark, deserted with it. Chidori's crisp footsteps echo into one another like the last sounds of the world.
"About what?" Jin says, all shoulders hunched and hands in his pockets-voice in shards. He feels strangely on-edge and almost lost with it. The streetlights glare at him through the darkness; from far-away, from another street along and another, they could maybe look like stars.
"Him," Chidori says, raising a hand to her face maybe as though in thought. Her sleeves fall down a little, and even from a few steps behind Jin can see how slight she is, can make out the distinct jut of her wrist-bone. He frowns. "Us."
"What about him?" he says, because it is entirely the same thing as 'what about us?'. It will always be.
Chidori stops, suddenly, turning back to look at him-her hair swings around her shoulders, brushes over her neck. He cannot quite make out her expression. "Where are we headed, Jin?"
He opens his mouth before realising that he doesn't have an answer. "We-," he says, and pauses, thinking very suddenly of Takaya back at home, curled into himself in bed with sickness, quietly delirious and yet still speaking sense. They are maybe the same things, for all it's worth, now. ('We, we are all sinners, Jin. We are the dirt and the filth of this earth.') "Fuck, I don't know. Why are you asking me?"
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"Don't you ever wonder about it," Chidori asks him, once, as they walk the streets of Iwatodai together yet entirely alone; unaccustomed to one another despite everything. It is the first and last time they find themselves as two and Takaya's absence unsettles something in Jin he cannot quite explain-as though in it he has lost a part of himself. The midnight hour has passed but the streets are still comfortingly dark, deserted with it. Chidori's crisp footsteps echo into one another like the last sounds of the world.
"About what?" Jin says, all shoulders hunched and hands in his pockets-voice in shards. He feels strangely on-edge and almost lost with it. The streetlights glare at him through the darkness; from far-away, from another street along and another, they could maybe look like stars.
"Him," Chidori says, raising a hand to her face maybe as though in thought. Her sleeves fall down a little, and even from a few steps behind Jin can see how slight she is, can make out the distinct jut of her wrist-bone. He frowns. "Us."
"What about him?" he says, because it is entirely the same thing as 'what about us?'. It will always be.
Chidori stops, suddenly, turning back to look at him-her hair swings around her shoulders, brushes over her neck. He cannot quite make out her expression. "Where are we headed, Jin?"
He opens his mouth before realising that he doesn't have an answer. "We-," he says, and pauses, thinking very suddenly of Takaya back at home, curled into himself in bed with sickness, quietly delirious and yet still speaking sense. They are maybe the same things, for all it's worth, now. ('We, we are all sinners, Jin. We are the dirt and the filth of this earth.') "Fuck, I don't know. Why are you asking me?"
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