☆` when i was younger i saw my daddy cry.
Characters: wavesoakedlegs & kagayakashi.
Location: Their house, 12 Olie. Later on, Mitsuhide's bedroom.
Time: After the implementation of the curfew. Nighttime.
Style: Prose?
Status: CLOSED.
She cried out into the darkness with a sharp gasp and wide eyes; a nightmare. Just a nightmare.
Gracia looked around her room, feeling her breath quicken in pace at the eerie quiet. The city was getting darker, and the curfew gave Gracia little freedom to walk around and think. But she supposed she didn't want to be caught up in that kind of darkness anyway. It reminded her of the worst of days, fueling her nightmares. Her thoughts.
As was evident now. Her shoulders heaved and she decided she couldn't sleep anymore. When she closes her eyes and drifts away, she sees that horrible memory - flames, rubble, dirt, grime, rain, blood, death, loss. When she has a moment to herself, she still sees it - dancing behind glossy eyes, haunting her even in wake. She could only imagine how much worse it was for her father. He was becoming more and more absent from the house. She figured out why without too much difficulty. That was the reason for her restlessness, really. Her father's loneliness...it infuriated her because she couldn't do anything to help him, and it frightened her more than anything because he was her strength and he was faltering beyond reach. Or not. Motochika was always there. For now at least.
But still, even with both of them by his side, he pushed them away. She could feel it. That's why he leaves the house, that's why he doesn't leave his room. He wants to suffer in the same dark silence that was present in her bedroom. She wouldn't stand for it.
She promised him he would never be alone again. (She didn't want to be alone either.) She won't let history repeat itself - nightmares would stay nightmares, and that was that.
Gracia pushed the sheets away from her legs and walked out of the room. She closed her door, making sure she made no noise, and proceeded to walk towards the other end of the hallway where her father's room was. For a moment, Gracia hesitated. What if he was already asleep, and she disturbed him?
Oh well.
She knocked on the door.
Location: Their house, 12 Olie. Later on, Mitsuhide's bedroom.
Time: After the implementation of the curfew. Nighttime.
Style: Prose?
Status: CLOSED.
She cried out into the darkness with a sharp gasp and wide eyes; a nightmare. Just a nightmare.
Gracia looked around her room, feeling her breath quicken in pace at the eerie quiet. The city was getting darker, and the curfew gave Gracia little freedom to walk around and think. But she supposed she didn't want to be caught up in that kind of darkness anyway. It reminded her of the worst of days, fueling her nightmares. Her thoughts.
As was evident now. Her shoulders heaved and she decided she couldn't sleep anymore. When she closes her eyes and drifts away, she sees that horrible memory - flames, rubble, dirt, grime, rain, blood, death, loss. When she has a moment to herself, she still sees it - dancing behind glossy eyes, haunting her even in wake. She could only imagine how much worse it was for her father. He was becoming more and more absent from the house. She figured out why without too much difficulty. That was the reason for her restlessness, really. Her father's loneliness...it infuriated her because she couldn't do anything to help him, and it frightened her more than anything because he was her strength and he was faltering beyond reach. Or not. Motochika was always there. For now at least.
But still, even with both of them by his side, he pushed them away. She could feel it. That's why he leaves the house, that's why he doesn't leave his room. He wants to suffer in the same dark silence that was present in her bedroom. She wouldn't stand for it.
She promised him he would never be alone again. (She didn't want to be alone either.) She won't let history repeat itself - nightmares would stay nightmares, and that was that.
Gracia pushed the sheets away from her legs and walked out of the room. She closed her door, making sure she made no noise, and proceeded to walk towards the other end of the hallway where her father's room was. For a moment, Gracia hesitated. What if he was already asleep, and she disturbed him?
Oh well.
She knocked on the door.