{ open } there was this boy who tore my heart in two
Characters: donttelldaddy and OPEN
Location: Anywhere, everywhere.
Rating: PG-13
Time: December 12th/13th, midnight
Description: Nothing goes the way Lili plans, and Minato goes for a record in making her angry, and she takes it out in inanimate objects. Maybe people.
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The first time Minato left her, she was furious. It hadn't even been his fault, BREW made him do it. The anger, and the hurt, it wasn't something she could have helped. As much as she tried to put it behind her, it lingered, even now.
The second time hadn't happened yet. It didn't matter, she knew it would. He would leave, again, after gaining her trust, again, and making her feel things she had no business feeling. Again. It was different this time, though, it was his fault. He couldn't blame it on BREW or Death City or anyone else. Except for her.She knew it was going to happen eventually, and she stayed around long enough for it to be real, she felt just as much at fault as she knew he was.
She turned over in bed, trying to calm down. It was working, until she she took a look at the pillow next to her. It used to be hers, but it was Minato's, now. The thought made her sick, (Or heartbroken? How was she supposed to tell the difference?), so she picked it up off the bed and brought it to the bathroom, where there was a candle burning. Lili lit the corner of it aflame, and brought both the candle and the pillow back out, and next to the window. The flame gathered, and she watched it, caught up in the flickering of the colors until it was about to catch her hand, when she threw the rest of it out of the window.
And then she gathered the rest of Minato's things and did the same, leaving her room in a nightgown and a pair of slippers. A t-shirt, tacked to his door on the apartment next to hers and set on fire. A toothbrush, jammed into the wall beside the door frame. Half a bottle of shower gel and a few more of those damned potato chip bags, both poured out by his door and thrown across the hall.
Not yet satisfied, she took off down the hall, into the night and into the city, looking for something to destroy. Or someone. It didn't matter.
Location: Anywhere, everywhere.
Rating: PG-13
Time: December 12th/13th, midnight
Description: Nothing goes the way Lili plans, and Minato goes for a record in making her angry, and she takes it out in inanimate objects. Maybe people.
Notes: Tag in whatever format you like!
The first time Minato left her, she was furious. It hadn't even been his fault, BREW made him do it. The anger, and the hurt, it wasn't something she could have helped. As much as she tried to put it behind her, it lingered, even now.
The second time hadn't happened yet. It didn't matter, she knew it would. He would leave, again, after gaining her trust, again, and making her feel things she had no business feeling. Again. It was different this time, though, it was his fault. He couldn't blame it on BREW or Death City or anyone else. Except for her.She knew it was going to happen eventually, and she stayed around long enough for it to be real, she felt just as much at fault as she knew he was.
She turned over in bed, trying to calm down. It was working, until she she took a look at the pillow next to her. It used to be hers, but it was Minato's, now. The thought made her sick, (Or heartbroken? How was she supposed to tell the difference?), so she picked it up off the bed and brought it to the bathroom, where there was a candle burning. Lili lit the corner of it aflame, and brought both the candle and the pillow back out, and next to the window. The flame gathered, and she watched it, caught up in the flickering of the colors until it was about to catch her hand, when she threw the rest of it out of the window.
And then she gathered the rest of Minato's things and did the same, leaving her room in a nightgown and a pair of slippers. A t-shirt, tacked to his door on the apartment next to hers and set on fire. A toothbrush, jammed into the wall beside the door frame. Half a bottle of shower gel and a few more of those damned potato chip bags, both poured out by his door and thrown across the hall.
Not yet satisfied, she took off down the hall, into the night and into the city, looking for something to destroy. Or someone. It didn't matter.