minatsuki ❀ twenty-two
Who 
Minatsuki, anyone
Where
Nectar
Style
Your pick.
Status
Open. Come tag Minatsuki while she's still incapable of lying. (Omi, now's your chance.) This is also backdated to about two days ago.
[It's been almost a week since her return to the world of the living, if you could call it that, and longer since she was first... killed. Sent back. Whatever the fuck that had been.
She has successfully avoided people for the most part in the past week. It's been easy, with all of the chaos going on, and Bat is there to tend to her. Part of her can't stand the thought of wanting to return to the store or her apartment in Somni. Everything just feels so different now, never mind the sandstorm.
She can't bring herself to face her brother, or talk to Shiro, or-- damn it- Ganta. It's painful to think about them. More unnecessary emotions. More frustration. More anger. She hadn't solved a fucking thing with any of her actions.]
But they don't need me. And it's the same when it's the other way around. [She's so determined to believe it that it's started to finally- numbly- feel true. Her self-imposed isolation is a familiar thing. She'd been that way for ten years, after all. It isn't hard to revert back to it. To withdraw her trust in others.] Nobody is worth trusting.
Today she's gone to the shopping district to see the greenhouse. She feels compelled to visit the only place in this goddamn world where she's ever had any peace of mind. And she needs that right now. Though her body is still severely injured, she's well enough to be able to walk, even if she looks paler and weaker than usual.
However, there isn't anything left to visit. At first, Minatsuki thinks that she's gone in the wrong direction somehow. That she took a wrong turn to somewhere in the industrial district.
But there's glass shimmering through the sand and the wreckage. Glass and wilted plant life.
It's too much. The girl takes a step back, but she can't tear her eyes away from what is left of her garden.]
It's all gone.
Minatsuki, anyone
Where
Nectar
Style
Your pick.
Status
Open. Come tag Minatsuki while she's still incapable of lying. (Omi, now's your chance.) This is also backdated to about two days ago.
[It's been almost a week since her return to the world of the living, if you could call it that, and longer since she was first... killed. Sent back. Whatever the fuck that had been.
She has successfully avoided people for the most part in the past week. It's been easy, with all of the chaos going on, and Bat is there to tend to her. Part of her can't stand the thought of wanting to return to the store or her apartment in Somni. Everything just feels so different now, never mind the sandstorm.
She can't bring herself to face her brother, or talk to Shiro, or-- damn it- Ganta. It's painful to think about them. More unnecessary emotions. More frustration. More anger. She hadn't solved a fucking thing with any of her actions.]
But they don't need me. And it's the same when it's the other way around. [She's so determined to believe it that it's started to finally- numbly- feel true. Her self-imposed isolation is a familiar thing. She'd been that way for ten years, after all. It isn't hard to revert back to it. To withdraw her trust in others.] Nobody is worth trusting.
Today she's gone to the shopping district to see the greenhouse. She feels compelled to visit the only place in this goddamn world where she's ever had any peace of mind. And she needs that right now. Though her body is still severely injured, she's well enough to be able to walk, even if she looks paler and weaker than usual.
However, there isn't anything left to visit. At first, Minatsuki thinks that she's gone in the wrong direction somehow. That she took a wrong turn to somewhere in the industrial district.
But there's glass shimmering through the sand and the wreckage. Glass and wilted plant life.
It's too much. The girl takes a step back, but she can't tear her eyes away from what is left of her garden.]
It's all gone.