[closed] It's just your half light undertow
Who: Roy and Riza.
When: Backdated to after this thread.
Where: Riza's apartment.
Format: ... p-prose I guess. SOB.
What: Roy got an extremely significant tattoo. Riza does not know how to feel about this.
Warnings: aaaaaaaaangst. yep.
Riza came home no lighter than when she left, even without factoring in the weight of the bag of groceries and dog food she brought back. She set the bag down on the counter and started unpacking what little she bought, putting Hayate's food in the cabinet, a bag of rice in the cupboard near the stove, until she reached the bottom and the only thing that was left was the little bottle of ointment she'd picked up for Roy.
To say her feelings were conflicted on the subject of his new tattoo would be something of an understatement. On some level, it was sort of a sweet thought on his part, a comment on the depth of their relationship, on how they fit together. But it had opened a door she had never really wanted opened again and started to let all her confused, sad, angry, guilty feelings about the marks on her back come out into the light. There was a reason she had tried to repress them, a reason why she was glad it was on her back, and even now, almost fifteen years after the burden was laid on her, she still was not sure she was ready to deal with all the feelings it forced on her.
Absently she stood in the kitchen, Hayate at her feet, trying not to think too hard, trying to just accept, and wondered if it had been an hour yet.
When: Backdated to after this thread.
Where: Riza's apartment.
Format: ... p-prose I guess. SOB.
What: Roy got an extremely significant tattoo. Riza does not know how to feel about this.
Warnings: aaaaaaaaangst. yep.
Riza came home no lighter than when she left, even without factoring in the weight of the bag of groceries and dog food she brought back. She set the bag down on the counter and started unpacking what little she bought, putting Hayate's food in the cabinet, a bag of rice in the cupboard near the stove, until she reached the bottom and the only thing that was left was the little bottle of ointment she'd picked up for Roy.
To say her feelings were conflicted on the subject of his new tattoo would be something of an understatement. On some level, it was sort of a sweet thought on his part, a comment on the depth of their relationship, on how they fit together. But it had opened a door she had never really wanted opened again and started to let all her confused, sad, angry, guilty feelings about the marks on her back come out into the light. There was a reason she had tried to repress them, a reason why she was glad it was on her back, and even now, almost fifteen years after the burden was laid on her, she still was not sure she was ready to deal with all the feelings it forced on her.
Absently she stood in the kitchen, Hayate at her feet, trying not to think too hard, trying to just accept, and wondered if it had been an hour yet.