Billy ✂ oo4

[aimforthesun]

Who: Billy and vatheon!
Where: Random street
When: Noon
Style: Either
Status: Open~

[This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

He'd already been dreading this week enough when the costumes and masks came along-but now? He'd choose losing his memories over this. Over seeing them again, and hearing their voices

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[redcloakedthief]

[And there is Matthew, eyes half-lidded, expression exhausted and pained. But he sees Billy's panicked run and steps forward, dropping from the roof to the ground and trying very hard to ignore the beautiful woman who follows him.

For a moment he just watches, wearily. And then--]

Billy. Breathe.

[aimforthesun]

[He gives a start. It dawns on him who it is, before he looks away, to the point where he's just about staring at the wall.

Better than looking at Matthew. Better than looking at them.]

What are you...?

[Why is he here?]

[redcloakedthief]

[He narrows his eyes and reaches out, placing a hand on Billy's shoulder, pushing down slightly.]

...This week is hard on everyone. It won't last. It's just a curse.

[If the words sound practiced, it's because he has been repeating them to himself, over and over again.]

[aimforthesun]

[He jerks away.]

I know.

[Matthew's words only serve to weigh down on him further. Reassuring words, gestures of comfort-they're all too familiar, from that time. Like they'll change anything.

His parents are still dead.

And they're still there.]

[redcloakedthief]

[He tightens his grip, expression growing more serious.]

I know it doesn't help. Nothing will help. Are you going to hold on despite this?

[aimforthesun]

[He looks up with angry eyes, ignoring the fact that he looks like a mess right now.]

Shut up! Why do you keep doing this...!?

[It's just like half a year ago, the day before the anniversary of their deaths-he bothered him then too, didn't he? In a way, he wants it the same time that he doesn't. He wants for someone to actually care enough to try and reach out, but he wants people to just leave him alone.

He doesn't know what he wants anymore.]

[redcloakedthief]

[He narrows his eyes and his tone is just barely controlled. Barely. It is obvious he is holding onto his self-control with all he has.]

I know that it hurts. I know that it's hard!

I don't want to see something like this beat you after everything you've survived!

[aimforthesun]

And why do you care!? We're not even friends!

[redcloakedthief]

I don't have to be your friend to care about your well-being!

[He laughs wryly.]

And I do care, so enough with the charades. There are more important things to focus on right now.

[aimforthesun]

[And at that, he stares, because after having forced himself to believing that Matthew didn't care, to hear him admit it himself is...

He looks away.]

Leave me alone.

...That was not the right icon. FORGET THAT.

[redcloakedthief]

No, I won't. You're being stupid over something that doesn't even matter.

Who cares if we are or are not friends? What matters is that we survive whatever Vatheon throws at us.

Fffffff, I didn't even notice. /o/

[aimforthesun]

And I'll do that without you bothering me!

: D;; <3

[redcloakedthief]

...And if you were left alone?

<3

[aimforthesun]

What's that supposed to mean?

[redcloakedthief]

If you were left alone like you say you want...that would only make it worse.

You know that. I know that.

So why are you still lying?

[aimforthesun]

[He doesn't answer... because honestly? He's not sure.

Maybe it's because the idea of someone trying to reach out to him makes him uneasy. Maybe... it's because he doesn't know what to do when people honestly care.

When he's unsure, it's easier to just lie.]