[In Progress]
Who: Akito and OPEN to - Hatori, Shigure, Atem and Usagi.
What: New Years Break Down. No, really.
Where: Akito and Atem's home.
When: Backdated because I have Pneumonia to New Years. Makes sense, huh?
Warning(s): Blood, sickness, lunacy, Shigure (XD) and probably cursing. What can I say? Akito throws a hell of a New Years party. She has broken glass and everything. D8
Atem had done an admirable job of bandaging her up. It was a pity that he couldn't bandage her broken mind in the same way as her broken body. Then again, time was needed before she could come to that conclusion. He hadn't run away from her and that spoke highly of his character. Even in her current state, Akito respected him.
She might tell him that later.
Slumped against the wall, grey eyes staring blankly at the still glass ridden floor, God seemed to be giving Akito a break. His rage had been somewhat satisfied and at least one Spirit was coming to keep him company. That would be enough to lull him back into slumber.
Hopefully.
Burying her face against her legs, Akito counted the ticks of the clock hanging on the wall over her head. One minute...two...three...
What: New Years Break Down. No, really.
Where: Akito and Atem's home.
When: Backdated because I have Pneumonia to New Years. Makes sense, huh?
Warning(s): Blood, sickness, lunacy, Shigure (XD) and probably cursing. What can I say? Akito throws a hell of a New Years party. She has broken glass and everything. D8
Atem had done an admirable job of bandaging her up. It was a pity that he couldn't bandage her broken mind in the same way as her broken body. Then again, time was needed before she could come to that conclusion. He hadn't run away from her and that spoke highly of his character. Even in her current state, Akito respected him.
She might tell him that later.
Slumped against the wall, grey eyes staring blankly at the still glass ridden floor, God seemed to be giving Akito a break. His rage had been somewhat satisfied and at least one Spirit was coming to keep him company. That would be enough to lull him back into slumber.
Hopefully.
Burying her face against her legs, Akito counted the ticks of the clock hanging on the wall over her head. One minute...two...three...