[closed - in progress]
WHO: Shinomori Aoshi @ blue-okashira & Okita Souji @ oni-no-ko-desu
WHAT: We don't know~ Mun's wanted something to do~ CUTENESS
WHERE: Aoshi's & Souji's! residence
WHEN: Night time. Day ?? whatever~
Nights in Rivelata were generally cool, the sun long gone from the sky and the breezy sea winds winding through the city streets, but, despite the windows being pushed open and his yukata tugged free from his chest a clammy sweat still clung to Souji's skin. The young man's face creased in periods of discomfort, seemingly in pain, yet, he made no sound, or cry for help.
It was with a start and a wracking cough that his was freed from his restless sleep. With wide, shocked and panicked eyes Souji jerked upright, bending almost immediately at the waist and clutching at his chest while another coughing fit claimed his body.
His eyes were pricked with tears by the time is passed. It hurt, certainly, but it wasn't this that had disturbed him. He was glad to be awake and that it had all been some horrible nightmare. A subconscious warning.
Souji sat there rubbing a calloused hand over his sharp collar-bone, swallowing thickly whilst he caught his breath. A bitter, metallic taste sank down into his stomach.
He would have to be confined. Quarantined. He couldn't -wouldn't- let that nightmare become a reality. He had taken far too many chances already. He couldn't do that, other people's lives were at stake! How had he forgotten that? How had he put himself first? He'd become too comfortable, too at ease. He had been careless.
On shaky, sleep laden legs Souji pulled himself up and moved to the window. He leaned on the frame, heavy head resting on his arms while he let the night air soothe his fiery skin. A general feeling of disgust washed over him.
WHAT: We don't know~ Mun's wanted something to do~ CUTENESS
WHERE: Aoshi's & Souji's! residence
WHEN: Night time. Day ?? whatever~
Nights in Rivelata were generally cool, the sun long gone from the sky and the breezy sea winds winding through the city streets, but, despite the windows being pushed open and his yukata tugged free from his chest a clammy sweat still clung to Souji's skin. The young man's face creased in periods of discomfort, seemingly in pain, yet, he made no sound, or cry for help.
It was with a start and a wracking cough that his was freed from his restless sleep. With wide, shocked and panicked eyes Souji jerked upright, bending almost immediately at the waist and clutching at his chest while another coughing fit claimed his body.
His eyes were pricked with tears by the time is passed. It hurt, certainly, but it wasn't this that had disturbed him. He was glad to be awake and that it had all been some horrible nightmare. A subconscious warning.
Souji sat there rubbing a calloused hand over his sharp collar-bone, swallowing thickly whilst he caught his breath. A bitter, metallic taste sank down into his stomach.
He would have to be confined. Quarantined. He couldn't -wouldn't- let that nightmare become a reality. He had taken far too many chances already. He couldn't do that, other people's lives were at stake! How had he forgotten that? How had he put himself first? He'd become too comfortable, too at ease. He had been careless.
On shaky, sleep laden legs Souji pulled himself up and moved to the window. He leaned on the frame, heavy head resting on his arms while he let the night air soothe his fiery skin. A general feeling of disgust washed over him.