The Aftermath [Active/Open]
Characters: Miku, Watanuki, open~
Setting: Lavender Bedroom
Time: Day 015, mid-morning?
Summary: Watanuki helps Miku out with wigs :c
Warnings: idk
Miku wasn't sure she could face anyone.
After what had been done - after the experimentation - she was having trouble facing anyone. The bandages made it so painfully obvious that something had happened to her to all those around her and the things she kept seeing and hearing made it obvious to her. It was like what she'd dealt with all her life, but now it was more common, more vivid, more real. Like she was a part of the house, like nothing had ever stopped, like she lived it all. She couldn't escape it, not any more. It felt like it was driving her insane...
"I'm part of it now," the whisper was hoarse, barely audible from the corner in which she sat, completely unaware that she had even said anything. Another thing she couldn't get used to that they'd done to her; it was painful and she couldn't hide it. She couldn't face Marta like this, she couldn't face Mafuyu like this. Especially not "Mafuyu..."
She didn't really know where to go, any more. If she couldn't face the one she'd been staying with, and she couldn't face her dearest brother... she couldn't face anyone, really, except for Watanuki. He'd been there, so he knew. There was no sense in hiding it from him because there was nothing left to hide. He all ready at least had an idea of what'd been done, and he'd all ready seen her weak and exposed... she simply felt lucky that he was her friend, that she could rely on him. He may not have been Mafuyu... but she felt safe enough there.
The lavender bedroom was at least comfortable enough, though she insisted on staying in the corner for the moment, staring down at her camera that sat, somehow heavier, in her hands. She hoped she wasn't a burden to him - but she didn't particularly want anyone else to see her like this. She couldn't face them, not yet.
Setting: Lavender Bedroom
Time: Day 015, mid-morning?
Summary: Watanuki helps Miku out with wigs :c
Warnings: idk
Miku wasn't sure she could face anyone.
After what had been done - after the experimentation - she was having trouble facing anyone. The bandages made it so painfully obvious that something had happened to her to all those around her and the things she kept seeing and hearing made it obvious to her. It was like what she'd dealt with all her life, but now it was more common, more vivid, more real. Like she was a part of the house, like nothing had ever stopped, like she lived it all. She couldn't escape it, not any more. It felt like it was driving her insane...
"I'm part of it now," the whisper was hoarse, barely audible from the corner in which she sat, completely unaware that she had even said anything. Another thing she couldn't get used to that they'd done to her; it was painful and she couldn't hide it. She couldn't face Marta like this, she couldn't face Mafuyu like this. Especially not "Mafuyu..."
She didn't really know where to go, any more. If she couldn't face the one she'd been staying with, and she couldn't face her dearest brother... she couldn't face anyone, really, except for Watanuki. He'd been there, so he knew. There was no sense in hiding it from him because there was nothing left to hide. He all ready at least had an idea of what'd been done, and he'd all ready seen her weak and exposed... she simply felt lucky that he was her friend, that she could rely on him. He may not have been Mafuyu... but she felt safe enough there.
The lavender bedroom was at least comfortable enough, though she insisted on staying in the corner for the moment, staring down at her camera that sat, somehow heavier, in her hands. She hoped she wasn't a burden to him - but she didn't particularly want anyone else to see her like this. She couldn't face them, not yet.