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I Saw This Painted on a Bridge [Open-ish, Active]

Jan 26, 2009 20:45

Characters: Anna Marshall, Machi Tobaye
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Night 006, early
Summary: Machi cannot hide forever.
Warnings: General gross, possible sap.

( I don't want the world, I just want your half )

anna marshall (soprano sorceress), !night 006, machi tobaye (ace attorney)

Comments 17

magicmelodic January 30 2009, 22:10:12 UTC

As far as things had gone today, Anna was trying to keep herself from being caught unawares. So far, she had been mostly successful; tonight's load of monsters had been no more intimidating than the first night she had been here, and was certainly more manageable than most of the others. Still.... Still, there was the fact that she had magic then, yet didn't now. It made everything more dangerous, and she was suitably fearful and cautious, though she remembered the patterns of the creatures from when she had been with Minsc and Chopper. Where were they now ( ... )

machitobaye January 31 2009, 02:12:47 UTC

Machi had not noticed her approach, his attention more on his stomach and the difficulty of getting something to eat. There were a great deal of noises in the house at night--monsters moving, constant construction, the distant sounds of combat--and even Machi's hearing wasn't fantastic enough to distinguish one woman's footsteps from the rest of the noises. And with the terrible gnawing hunger clawing at him him, the crawling weight of the bug adding the painful privation, he didn't realise she was there until he saw a flash of something out of the corner of his eyes. For a second, he almost didn't notice even that--small things were starting to get filtered out and his head was hazy, but--his brain filled in the rest and he looked again, getting a better glimpse of her ( ... )

magicmelodic January 31 2009, 06:48:39 UTC

For a moment, their eyes met silently--the same pale blue she remembered them being, the same terror as when.... She trailed off on that thought uneasily, not liking the implications of the comparison. His face, his eyes were still the same, in spite of the bandages wrapped around his head, in spite of the grime and grease that caked him, in spite of the soiled clothes and terrifying, monstrous limbs that were so easy to recognize. He was still there, her little boy was still there, Machi was still just Machi at the heart of things, in spite of it all ( ... )

machitobaye January 31 2009, 07:33:39 UTC

The stare seemed to last forever. He was frozen, waiting, afraid.

Then time sped up.

Machi almost flinched away when she came towards him, almost ran--or fell--but he didn't have time, she crossed the kitchen before he had time to react, suddenly Anna was on her knees, her arms around him, crying, hugging him, pulling him closer before he even understood what was going on--he was too stricken, too shocked to do anything but stand there uncomprehendingly, numbly, halfway between crying and fear, his eyes still wide with surprise and confusion. Then his brain caught up with the events--only halfway, but enough--and tears started to form, running down his face, his features creasing and he gritted his teeth painfully--he didn't know when that began, didn't even know that he knew he was doing it. He was shaking, physically trembling, but he tried to push her away, get her off him--she shouldn't do that, should touch him, shouldn't be near him, shouldn't--no!--he didn't have the strength, though, and tried instead to pull away, to ( ... )

magicmelodic February 3 2009, 03:35:10 UTC

And now he was crying.... That was good, she supposed. Good.... it was healthy. You needed to cry after a tragedy at some point. Needed to cry, to let it out, to express yourself.... You couldn't stay frozen inside. That wasn't something that could last forever--it would eat away at you and twist you up, make things monstrous. Anna resisted the push surprisingly easily; she was used to fussy children, after all, and Machi's limbs were not well-suited for that sort of thing anymore ( ... )

Failtag, hard to concentrate with epic battoru going on. machitobaye February 3 2009, 23:15:30 UTC

Machi hadn't intended to cry, hadn't wanted to--it was because she knew, because she understood--and it hurt, not physically, but in a different way, a form of pain that seized hold of his heart and tightened around it, crushing it, refusing to let go. He tried to stop, to pull back again, even though he'd already soaked the fabric of her shirt--he didn't want her near him, didn't want her touching him, comforting him, even if he wanted it-she shouldn't be doing either, should stay away-he knew, knew better, and he had to stop her, had to tell her--

He caught his balance, his badly bending joints working against him as he put his hands against her and pulled away, breaking free this time and shaking his head violently in protest. He could see he'd left evidence of his proximity already, his dirty face and body leaving marks on Anna's clothes. His stomach lurched, tear still running down his face.

“You shouldn't touch me!” he burst out-in Borginian, not English, though he hadn't spoken much of either for what amounted to weeks. He ( ... )

magicmelodic February 4 2009, 10:32:00 UTC

He was ashamed, wasn't he? He was ashamed at what had happened to him, even if it wasn't his fault, even if she knew, knew others had received similarly terrible treatments. Alphonse, Edward..... His words only confirmed it as he pulled away, in spite of how awkward it must have been to do so with his new joints.

She considered retrieving her notebook, but in the end only shook her head in return, deliberately reaching out to put her hand on his shoulder. Did he honestly think she could just turn her back and leave him? A mother could never abandon her children, would never be able to forgive herself for it. It just wasn't doneMachi's brow furrowed as she shook her head at him, pulling away further when she reached out. She didn't understand, or didn't seem to--she shouldn't touch him at all, shouldn't try and be nice--he backed up, nearer the counters, shaking his head at her again. He didn't know how else to say it, he couldn't just repeat himself--he knew that that wouldn't do any good, but he didn't know what to say, how to say ( ... )

magicmelodic February 4 2009, 10:32:34 UTC

Machi blinked at her, blankfaced, for a couple of seconds, unable to focus on her as well with Daryan and Apollo talking in his ears, as it were. Then his expression changed slightly and his eyes flicked down to the notebook, taking a moment as he struggled to decipher it; he was still crying a little, and he wanted to wipe his face, his eyes, but knew better than to do so, keeping his arms as close to his sides as possible without touching himself. The words read like Borginian, though he knew that it could not be, but even in Borginian he lagged behind and was temporarily forced to think only about what he was reading because of the indirect wording. Daryan was talking again, things no one else had ever heard because Apollo was gone now--he shook his head, this time to clear it, trying to shut Daryan up when he wasn't wanted, especially not here and now ( ... )