The Past Finally Caught Up; CLOSED
Who: Ran Fan (urlefthandgrl ) & Aragaki Shinjiro (and_my_ax)
What: Shinjiro has a lot of issues regarding his childhood that he's never dealt with and his time is short
When: Friday Night
Where: 5-2
Warnings: Heartbreaking?
He laid awake in his bed, tossing and turning like he had been for almost every night this week. He didn't sign up for a job this month, and the only reason he didn't was because he wasn't sure he could handle the strain. His body had been on the decline for a few months now, but he refused to show it. But as the grains of sand slipped, so too did his mask of confidence. He couldn't hide his degradation as well anymore. He looked tired, worn down. His appetite had begun to whither, and his coughing fits came more frequently, despite all of the tea and care Ran Fan had tried to give him.
She still didn't know the real reason either. She thought he was just sick.
He reached over to his nightstand and pulled open the drawer, fishing around in the back for the cold steel of his Evoker. He lifted it, and it seemed...heavy. Cold. Foreign. He couldn't tell if it was because he was so worn out, or because of the challenge it now bore.
This was the true reason he didn't have a job this month. He had to find a way to make use of this key. To beat the beast within, the one clawing at him for freedom, for release.
And as if on cue, as if the dim light of his bedside lamp reflecting off the brushed steel had stirred something deep inside, he began to cough. He sat bolt upright, trying to muffle the sound, to keep the blood in. He gasped for air, but all that he inhaled was blood and pain and burning.
What: Shinjiro has a lot of issues regarding his childhood that he's never dealt with and his time is short
When: Friday Night
Where: 5-2
Warnings: Heartbreaking?
He laid awake in his bed, tossing and turning like he had been for almost every night this week. He didn't sign up for a job this month, and the only reason he didn't was because he wasn't sure he could handle the strain. His body had been on the decline for a few months now, but he refused to show it. But as the grains of sand slipped, so too did his mask of confidence. He couldn't hide his degradation as well anymore. He looked tired, worn down. His appetite had begun to whither, and his coughing fits came more frequently, despite all of the tea and care Ran Fan had tried to give him.
She still didn't know the real reason either. She thought he was just sick.
He reached over to his nightstand and pulled open the drawer, fishing around in the back for the cold steel of his Evoker. He lifted it, and it seemed...heavy. Cold. Foreign. He couldn't tell if it was because he was so worn out, or because of the challenge it now bore.
This was the true reason he didn't have a job this month. He had to find a way to make use of this key. To beat the beast within, the one clawing at him for freedom, for release.
And as if on cue, as if the dim light of his bedside lamp reflecting off the brushed steel had stirred something deep inside, he began to cough. He sat bolt upright, trying to muffle the sound, to keep the blood in. He gasped for air, but all that he inhaled was blood and pain and burning.