sweetness, sweetness I was only joking;
Day: 40
Characters: isdazzled, relaxfriend
Summary: Gary wants to have a talk with his best gal.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: naito
Status: CLOSED; incomplete
Bella left the baby doll on Nagi's bed and got up to leave. She was just going to leave it there at first, but the sad little wooden toy, so lovingly and neatly dressed, such a bright spot of color in the terrible room, cried out for...
Cried out, after a moment, staticky and muffled, and Bella bit her lips and adjusted its little blanket, tucking the corners in tenderly, the way Nagi must have been doing, every night, every time it ceased its pre-recorded crying... rocking it, so gently, to sleep.
Before the sounds of its false tears could break her heart any further, she left, shutting the door, and made her way quickly down the corridors to her own room. Her composure barely collected on the hurried rush to her new quarters, she opened the door, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat every time she thought of the pride in Nagi's strange tinny voice when he spoke of his child, his false, wooden baby boy.
Characters: isdazzled, relaxfriend
Summary: Gary wants to have a talk with his best gal.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: naito
Status: CLOSED; incomplete
Bella left the baby doll on Nagi's bed and got up to leave. She was just going to leave it there at first, but the sad little wooden toy, so lovingly and neatly dressed, such a bright spot of color in the terrible room, cried out for...
Cried out, after a moment, staticky and muffled, and Bella bit her lips and adjusted its little blanket, tucking the corners in tenderly, the way Nagi must have been doing, every night, every time it ceased its pre-recorded crying... rocking it, so gently, to sleep.
Before the sounds of its false tears could break her heart any further, she left, shutting the door, and made her way quickly down the corridors to her own room. Her composure barely collected on the hurried rush to her new quarters, she opened the door, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat every time she thought of the pride in Nagi's strange tinny voice when he spoke of his child, his false, wooden baby boy.