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::Curled up in his bed, Yuri stares at the ceiling of his room, eyes unblinking. His blankets lie on the floor, discarded-- and he's in his Seraphic Radiance fusion again. Goosebumps have formed on his skin, and he's covered in a thin layer of sweat, despite the cold of the train.::
"The Graveyard..."
::His wings are outstretched underneath him on the bed so as not to be crushed by him lying on them while folded, and his coat-- 'borrowed' from Ned, but now altered beyond repair for Yuri's use-- is lying on the ground with the blankets. Despite his emotionless expression, it's obvious Yuri is upset. Clenching one fist so his claws dig into the skin of his palm, he winces as he draws blood, but does nothing else. If he removes the pressure, he'll heal right away-- no big deal, but the momentary pain keeps his mind off the Graveyard. After all... Nothing's a big deal for Yuri any more, except what happens in the world of his dreams::
"... Albert said... That she had been looking for me... So why wasn't she there?" ::Burying his face in his hands, Yuri begins to whimper, forcing back tears. What the hell is the express doing... How is it keeping him from seeing her? Or is the entire thing all twisted coincidence, Alice missing him every time he goes to sleep. All the other spirits stayed there in the Graveyard-- Jinpachiro, Albert, even Jeanne-- but she was nowhere to be found, night after night. Letting out a loud scream of frustration, Yuri throws his pillow across the room, and sits up, folding his wings around himself, forming a cocoon of black feathers. Maybe, if he thinks hard enough... 1913, the best year of his life, will be back in his reach...::
"The Graveyard..."
::His wings are outstretched underneath him on the bed so as not to be crushed by him lying on them while folded, and his coat-- 'borrowed' from Ned, but now altered beyond repair for Yuri's use-- is lying on the ground with the blankets. Despite his emotionless expression, it's obvious Yuri is upset. Clenching one fist so his claws dig into the skin of his palm, he winces as he draws blood, but does nothing else. If he removes the pressure, he'll heal right away-- no big deal, but the momentary pain keeps his mind off the Graveyard. After all... Nothing's a big deal for Yuri any more, except what happens in the world of his dreams::
"... Albert said... That she had been looking for me... So why wasn't she there?" ::Burying his face in his hands, Yuri begins to whimper, forcing back tears. What the hell is the express doing... How is it keeping him from seeing her? Or is the entire thing all twisted coincidence, Alice missing him every time he goes to sleep. All the other spirits stayed there in the Graveyard-- Jinpachiro, Albert, even Jeanne-- but she was nowhere to be found, night after night. Letting out a loud scream of frustration, Yuri throws his pillow across the room, and sits up, folding his wings around himself, forming a cocoon of black feathers. Maybe, if he thinks hard enough... 1913, the best year of his life, will be back in his reach...::