here i am left in silence [active/open]
Characters: Mio Amakura, Alphonse Elric, open
Setting: Perfume Bedroom
Time: Day 016, before the string collar event starts.
Summary: Mio meets Alphonse for the first time in, well, a long time.
Warnings: Probably some awkward, but probably nothing too bad.
Searching the house once or twice a day had moreorless become habitual by now. These days Mio was never able to find anything, not a letter or a note or a crystal or anything out of the ordinary at all, but she still searched every day, because it kept her moving forward, ensuring that she wouldn't stop thinking. By now she was aware that things would only continue to get worse. Even suicide, a last resort that most people only used once they felt as though they'd exhausted all other options, could only lead to worse things. After all, you didn't really die, so much as you gave up what little freedom that the house had given to you. It was almost ungrateful, in a way.
She had to keep moving forward for Zetsu and Mayu's sake as well. The thoughts of the two of them, as well as Kei, had occupied her during the passing weeks more than anything else. The thought that she might be able to get back to her sister or save her dear friend and uncle were what kept her moving forward even now.
The Perfume Bedroom was always the last room she visited. She didn't mind the scent of perfume that permeated the room, mild as it was when one first entered the room, but she always felt a mixture of disappointment and anxiety wash over her as she entered the room. Knowing that it had been Zetsu's room for the better part of his stay, even now she half-hoped to hear his voice when she knocked on the door, or to open it and find that he were there. No matter how many times she visited it, she always found herself met with disappointed, but...still, regardless of knowing that there was a million to one chance of seeing him again, she could never quite shake the hope that a miracle would occur.
Today was no exception, and although she'd put off finding it to be devoid of life for as long as she could, Mio still felt a heavy feeling in her heart as she searched the room, going through drawers, under the bed, and even the bottoms of the perfume bottles. There had been a note here before, hadn't there? Hidden inside the false bottom of one of the perfume bottles...it had been destroyed with the bottle itself, however.
The teenager let out a sigh as she sat down on the bed, looking around the room one more time to be sure she'd checked all the places that a note could be hidden before concluding it to be empty. Then she listened for a few moments, to make sure that there was nobody nearby, before quietly taking out the list that had been retrieved in the abyss, scanning it even though she'd long since memorized it, as though hoping to find answers to all the questions it brought up. She still didn't fully understand it. The Hanging Ghost's rope? Allison's bloody dress? They couldn't even touch the ghosts, but...there had to be a way to do so. Even if she couldn't immediately think of it, she was sure that there was a way.
Setting: Perfume Bedroom
Time: Day 016, before the string collar event starts.
Summary: Mio meets Alphonse for the first time in, well, a long time.
Warnings: Probably some awkward, but probably nothing too bad.
Searching the house once or twice a day had moreorless become habitual by now. These days Mio was never able to find anything, not a letter or a note or a crystal or anything out of the ordinary at all, but she still searched every day, because it kept her moving forward, ensuring that she wouldn't stop thinking. By now she was aware that things would only continue to get worse. Even suicide, a last resort that most people only used once they felt as though they'd exhausted all other options, could only lead to worse things. After all, you didn't really die, so much as you gave up what little freedom that the house had given to you. It was almost ungrateful, in a way.
She had to keep moving forward for Zetsu and Mayu's sake as well. The thoughts of the two of them, as well as Kei, had occupied her during the passing weeks more than anything else. The thought that she might be able to get back to her sister or save her dear friend and uncle were what kept her moving forward even now.
The Perfume Bedroom was always the last room she visited. She didn't mind the scent of perfume that permeated the room, mild as it was when one first entered the room, but she always felt a mixture of disappointment and anxiety wash over her as she entered the room. Knowing that it had been Zetsu's room for the better part of his stay, even now she half-hoped to hear his voice when she knocked on the door, or to open it and find that he were there. No matter how many times she visited it, she always found herself met with disappointed, but...still, regardless of knowing that there was a million to one chance of seeing him again, she could never quite shake the hope that a miracle would occur.
Today was no exception, and although she'd put off finding it to be devoid of life for as long as she could, Mio still felt a heavy feeling in her heart as she searched the room, going through drawers, under the bed, and even the bottoms of the perfume bottles. There had been a note here before, hadn't there? Hidden inside the false bottom of one of the perfume bottles...it had been destroyed with the bottle itself, however.
The teenager let out a sigh as she sat down on the bed, looking around the room one more time to be sure she'd checked all the places that a note could be hidden before concluding it to be empty. Then she listened for a few moments, to make sure that there was nobody nearby, before quietly taking out the list that had been retrieved in the abyss, scanning it even though she'd long since memorized it, as though hoping to find answers to all the questions it brought up. She still didn't fully understand it. The Hanging Ghost's rope? Allison's bloody dress? They couldn't even touch the ghosts, but...there had to be a way to do so. Even if she couldn't immediately think of it, she was sure that there was a way.