How many times must we lie, before...
Day: Three.
Characters: Sumeragi Subaru [notafuckingcar] and Sakurazuka Seishirou [rides_a_subaru]
Summary: Seishirou comes to console a distraught Subaru. Cue mindfuckery.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day
Status: closed, incomplete
He could still feel the hand, warm with blood, trailing across his cheekbone, dragging the tears away.
He could still hear those words, feel the -thumpthump- of the heart in his hand, the spray of the blood all over his coat.
He could still hear the sound of something breaking in his mind, unhinging--falling off.
Subaru was curled at the foot of his bed, clutching the ruined man's kimono tightly around his shivering body as he stared at his hand. Open, close. Grab onto the heart. Pull it out. Pierce it.
It wasn't a lie.
Everything had happened. Subaru knew that his mind was broken, he knew that he would never be whole again. But--but still---
"Now now, you must--you must try not to cry, you know," he muttered, still staring at his hand as if speaking to it. "Seishirou-san is alive and you must be happy for him. Even if he doesn't remember you, are we clear?"
...Stupid tears. They wouldn't stop falling.
Characters: Sumeragi Subaru [notafuckingcar] and Sakurazuka Seishirou [rides_a_subaru]
Summary: Seishirou comes to console a distraught Subaru. Cue mindfuckery.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day
Status: closed, incomplete
He could still feel the hand, warm with blood, trailing across his cheekbone, dragging the tears away.
He could still hear those words, feel the -thumpthump- of the heart in his hand, the spray of the blood all over his coat.
He could still hear the sound of something breaking in his mind, unhinging--falling off.
Subaru was curled at the foot of his bed, clutching the ruined man's kimono tightly around his shivering body as he stared at his hand. Open, close. Grab onto the heart. Pull it out. Pierce it.
It wasn't a lie.
Everything had happened. Subaru knew that his mind was broken, he knew that he would never be whole again. But--but still---
"Now now, you must--you must try not to cry, you know," he muttered, still staring at his hand as if speaking to it. "Seishirou-san is alive and you must be happy for him. Even if he doesn't remember you, are we clear?"
...Stupid tears. They wouldn't stop falling.