039. Disappear - June/July - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
"What if...this all just...you know. Disappears? One day...?"
He was agitated, worried by something. She could tell, but she didn't know how to ask about it either. They both had too much to worry about anyway, what with their main roles and all. He was course was Akito, which while it wasn't the main male of the production; it was certainly the most important and the hardest role to play. Akito Sohma was the God of all zodiacs, and inflicted fear into every one of them. It was a powerful role to play, and a good one as well. He loved the kimonos he wore in every scene, and was growing out his hair for the role as well.
She only had to dye her hair brown for it, as it was already the right length. She had the main female role, but it was a quiet one and most others had more or equal lines to her. She wasn't worried about being able to pull off her role, and she knew he wasn't either, so what could be bothering him?
She wondered how she could get him to talk to her, but in the end she decided that if he even needed anyone to talk to, he’d come to her about it first. She shrugged and returned to cooking their dinner as she stood at the stove, script in hand as she went over her lines yet again.
He should have guessed that she wouldn’t make things easier for the both of them and just ask him straight out whether he was okay or not…he’d have to go to her, but he couldn’t see how he could at all. They were close, they knew each other so well and yet they never really…talked. Not deeply. Not in a ‘get to know each and every dirty little secret you have’ type of way…
He flicked through his script as he sat in front of the TV, not listening to it and not reading the words on the page, nor quoting them in his head from memory like he should be doing either.
He sat there in silence, doing nothing for the next hour until she called him for dinner, and they joined each other out on the balcony for their meal of stir fry and a fresh salad.
“Want to practise our lines?” she offered, not surprised when he shook his head in silence. She sighed, and he knew she was well aware of his distraction, and wasn’t about to start a conversation about it herself.
He sighed and finally voiced his concerns to her.
"What if...our talent, well...my talent...just...disappears? I just don't feel as if I'm going to be able to hold onto it forever...it feels like I'm going to lose it." he looked up at her finally, meeting her eyes with his own.
"What if my acting muse just disappears...will you leave me then, if that happened?" he watched for her reaction desperately, and felt his insides sink as she looked away, unable to answer him.
<--- 038. Sweat || 040. Shot in the Dark --->
He was agitated, worried by something. She could tell, but she didn't know how to ask about it either. They both had too much to worry about anyway, what with their main roles and all. He was course was Akito, which while it wasn't the main male of the production; it was certainly the most important and the hardest role to play. Akito Sohma was the God of all zodiacs, and inflicted fear into every one of them. It was a powerful role to play, and a good one as well. He loved the kimonos he wore in every scene, and was growing out his hair for the role as well.
She only had to dye her hair brown for it, as it was already the right length. She had the main female role, but it was a quiet one and most others had more or equal lines to her. She wasn't worried about being able to pull off her role, and she knew he wasn't either, so what could be bothering him?
She wondered how she could get him to talk to her, but in the end she decided that if he even needed anyone to talk to, he’d come to her about it first. She shrugged and returned to cooking their dinner as she stood at the stove, script in hand as she went over her lines yet again.
He should have guessed that she wouldn’t make things easier for the both of them and just ask him straight out whether he was okay or not…he’d have to go to her, but he couldn’t see how he could at all. They were close, they knew each other so well and yet they never really…talked. Not deeply. Not in a ‘get to know each and every dirty little secret you have’ type of way…
He flicked through his script as he sat in front of the TV, not listening to it and not reading the words on the page, nor quoting them in his head from memory like he should be doing either.
He sat there in silence, doing nothing for the next hour until she called him for dinner, and they joined each other out on the balcony for their meal of stir fry and a fresh salad.
“Want to practise our lines?” she offered, not surprised when he shook his head in silence. She sighed, and he knew she was well aware of his distraction, and wasn’t about to start a conversation about it herself.
He sighed and finally voiced his concerns to her.
"What if...our talent, well...my talent...just...disappears? I just don't feel as if I'm going to be able to hold onto it forever...it feels like I'm going to lose it." he looked up at her finally, meeting her eyes with his own.
"What if my acting muse just disappears...will you leave me then, if that happened?" he watched for her reaction desperately, and felt his insides sink as she looked away, unable to answer him.
<--- 038. Sweat || 040. Shot in the Dark --->