So.  Gevanni's place is nice and all, and Near's starting to feel like maybe he can go out again.  He's only been able to make quick runs to the kitchen the past two weeks--Gevanni's done it for him until then--but other than that, he's stayed in.  Thought.  Slept.  Build a tower that would rival any other Near's greatest achievement.  Put together ( Read more... )

Oh god.

He couldn't.... oh god

N could barely think straight, the mark on his cheek suddenly much less of an issue than it had been a moment before.  He couldn't even look at Mihael, hands pressed to his mouth as he stumbled against the wall in horror, barely managing to stay upright.

He was going to be sick.

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He'd left.

He'd actually left.

N restrained a choked sob, because he was not going to cry about this--that was just stupid.  But something needed to be done, he needed to be somewhere, somewhere away from people.  He needed to--

--fuck, he didn't even know.  He had no idea what he was doing, everything just seemed to be so confusing, unreal.  He ( Read more... )

N is sitting on the bed, paging through a large encyclopedia.  He's been staying unnaturally close to this room since he's gotten back--whether or not it's because he still has nightmares of Light blowing his brains out, or if he's just thankful enough to stay close, it's not quite defined.  Still.  His demeanor could almost even be classified as ' ( Read more... )