Characters: Watanuki, Doumeki Shizuka, Xerxes Break Setting: Shelter Room Time: night 17, early Summary: As night begins to fall, the monsters start to rise, and something a little bit painful comes with them. Warnings:
Doumeki saw Break tense out of the corner of his eye, and then a moment later Watanuki was brushing past him, calling for Eva, and the pieces fell together in his head.
The girl. This must be the spirit of the girl who'd died, who Watanuki had felt so helpless to save. The one he blamed himself over. Doumeki fell still, letting the boy pass him, and watchedcarefully, taking a step backward because, if the spirit was innocent, if she wasn't going to hurt Watanuki, then he wasn't going to take a chance to see her away from the boy. Something in his chest panged, his eyes locked watchfully on the boy as he tried to hug a nearly intangible form, crying for her, the loss.
Whether or not she was a spirit now, Watanuki had still lost her. Doumeki's chest felt tight, but he kept watching because even though some spirits seemed benign, it didn't always hold true. The image of the woman in the park flashed through his head, Watanuki's grief, the arrow striking her in the chest, the pangs of guilt and too-long hours when he thought the boy would hate him forever...
And then Eva-the-spirit was sliding through Watanuki's arms, leaving towards the door, and Doumeki took a step forward, and then another, prepared for how Watanuki would react to this. Between his grief earlier, and Doumeki's memories of how he'd handled the woman in the park, he knew that this was going to be painful.
At least this time he could do something to comfort Watanuki.
The girl. This must be the spirit of the girl who'd died, who Watanuki had felt so helpless to save. The one he blamed himself over. Doumeki fell still, letting the boy pass him, and watchedcarefully, taking a step backward because, if the spirit was innocent, if she wasn't going to hurt Watanuki, then he wasn't going to take a chance to see her away from the boy. Something in his chest panged, his eyes locked watchfully on the boy as he tried to hug a nearly intangible form, crying for her, the loss.
Whether or not she was a spirit now, Watanuki had still lost her. Doumeki's chest felt tight, but he kept watching because even though some spirits seemed benign, it didn't always hold true. The image of the woman in the park flashed through his head, Watanuki's grief, the arrow striking her in the chest, the pangs of guilt and too-long hours when he thought the boy would hate him forever...
And then Eva-the-spirit was sliding through Watanuki's arms, leaving towards the door, and Doumeki took a step forward, and then another, prepared for how Watanuki would react to this. Between his grief earlier, and Doumeki's memories of how he'd handled the woman in the park, he knew that this was going to be painful.
At least this time he could do something to comfort Watanuki.
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