Watanuki goes to see Doumeki
Day: 42
Characters: Watanuki isthis_hitsuzen and Doumeki ghostrepellant
Summary: The Archer wakes! Watanuki has been stressing out about this, and runs off to see him. There will be a need for some cleaning up, indeed!
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Evening
Status:Closed / incomplete
Watanuki had really stressed out about this, with all the waiting and all. He had to clean the courtyard with the others, finding a little scrap of paper that, well, it had taken his mind elsewhere for a little bit, but it really didn’t get it off of the other man at all.
Rin was out of the room and in somewhere else doing… well what ever they wanted he bet. He was scared for her, sure, she was gone and… and he was almost scared she was dead. He tried not to think like that. No one else was. But he was very sure he had seen the last of her. And now Doumeki? For the day he had been silent, having got no reply from the man. Once in a while he would say something, small, or think he would hear the man, but he wouldn’t. It was bothering him.
Doumeki couldn’t just DIE.
He wasn’t permitted to. Watanuki demanded the man not die. That was all there was to it. But he was scared, even if Chase said he was fine, that he was dead. That would be another one gone. Four people he knew, dead. It… bothered him. A lot really. What if he was really---
But that evening he had heard him, say his first name even. Kimihiro! He felt a wash of relief, fear, anger and stress run through him fast. He then felt… well better, but still scared. He gathered up things, wrapped his sheet around him like a toga, folded his blanket over, took some scraps of cloth, some bandages too, and the pitcher of water that his room had. It was half gone, but it was something. He’s refill it if he could.
Taking off the second the doors opened, he nearly ran to the boys room. The halls still fuzzy with out his glasses, on, but he was used to not seeing things right now. He felt the trails of spirits all around him. His room had been devoid of the ones that hung around Rin, and so he was visited more by others, but even then it wasn’t bad lately. Bad, but not unlivable. Having a lack of an eye was harder then this.
It didn’t matter though. He wanted to get there, and followed the hall to the boys place away, the cell he was in, that wasn’t too far form his own really, all things considered. He was told he wouldn’t like the room, but it didn’t matter. It cant be as bad as… as… well… it didn’t matter.
Stopping at the cell door he held his breath, suddenly more scared. What if… no… no he would be alive. He would be… he… “Shizuka? I-It’s me?” he whispered, pushing the door open just a tad, looking back to see no one around, then slipping in, hiding a bit behind the door, trying not to seem to intrusive yet but… but wanting to see him. “I ah…” oh the smell… the smell was bad, wasn’t it? He swallowed, turning to try to peek in on him.
Characters: Watanuki isthis_hitsuzen and Doumeki ghostrepellant
Summary: The Archer wakes! Watanuki has been stressing out about this, and runs off to see him. There will be a need for some cleaning up, indeed!
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Evening
Status:Closed / incomplete
Watanuki had really stressed out about this, with all the waiting and all. He had to clean the courtyard with the others, finding a little scrap of paper that, well, it had taken his mind elsewhere for a little bit, but it really didn’t get it off of the other man at all.
Rin was out of the room and in somewhere else doing… well what ever they wanted he bet. He was scared for her, sure, she was gone and… and he was almost scared she was dead. He tried not to think like that. No one else was. But he was very sure he had seen the last of her. And now Doumeki? For the day he had been silent, having got no reply from the man. Once in a while he would say something, small, or think he would hear the man, but he wouldn’t. It was bothering him.
Doumeki couldn’t just DIE.
He wasn’t permitted to. Watanuki demanded the man not die. That was all there was to it. But he was scared, even if Chase said he was fine, that he was dead. That would be another one gone. Four people he knew, dead. It… bothered him. A lot really. What if he was really---
But that evening he had heard him, say his first name even. Kimihiro! He felt a wash of relief, fear, anger and stress run through him fast. He then felt… well better, but still scared. He gathered up things, wrapped his sheet around him like a toga, folded his blanket over, took some scraps of cloth, some bandages too, and the pitcher of water that his room had. It was half gone, but it was something. He’s refill it if he could.
Taking off the second the doors opened, he nearly ran to the boys room. The halls still fuzzy with out his glasses, on, but he was used to not seeing things right now. He felt the trails of spirits all around him. His room had been devoid of the ones that hung around Rin, and so he was visited more by others, but even then it wasn’t bad lately. Bad, but not unlivable. Having a lack of an eye was harder then this.
It didn’t matter though. He wanted to get there, and followed the hall to the boys place away, the cell he was in, that wasn’t too far form his own really, all things considered. He was told he wouldn’t like the room, but it didn’t matter. It cant be as bad as… as… well… it didn’t matter.
Stopping at the cell door he held his breath, suddenly more scared. What if… no… no he would be alive. He would be… he… “Shizuka? I-It’s me?” he whispered, pushing the door open just a tad, looking back to see no one around, then slipping in, hiding a bit behind the door, trying not to seem to intrusive yet but… but wanting to see him. “I ah…” oh the smell… the smell was bad, wasn’t it? He swallowed, turning to try to peek in on him.