When no one's around [ ACTIVE / CLOSED ]

[thedaggersedge]

Characters: Garnet til Alexandros, Zack Fair, Rion Steiner
Content: Zack and Garnet discover they've been sharing living space for the past several days, and were completely unaware of each other's presence.
Location: The Grand Masonic Lodge
Time of day: Mid-day
Warnings: None. ...Rion's kinda high-ish, though.

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[hisdreamsmyfate]

Zack hadn't felt much up to moving out of the room, preferring to sit by the younger boy's bed, katana raised in a defensive position. Whatever decided to crawl into the room while the other was in this state would be immediately disposed of. Above all, he was still a SOLDIER, and SOLDIERs defended their comrades at all costs.

Looking up at the voice, the dark-haired man stood, glancing down at the eyeless boy. A bit hesitantly, he called out, "Up here!"

Hopefully, no red-heads accompanied her.

[thedaggersedge]

The halls of the lodge were many, far between, and large in size. Perhaps it was no wonder that they had not passed one-another until now. Still, to her, it was inexcusable that she had become to unaware of her surroundings. She had been neglectful, and absent-minded, and that was no way for her to go about anything.

The reply was distant, but Garnet's ears had begun to pick up on the faintest sounds in this place. She jogged after the voice, until she found the proper door; slightly ajar. With a purpose, she grasped the knob, and nearly threw the door open.

Garnet was quite different from the time she'd last met Zack face-to-face. Her clothing was less mismatched, and her once long, coffee-colored hair, had been reduced to a fringe that fell no further than her jaw.

[axinfinity]

Red lip.

Tulip spiral sprinkle.

Pocket purple roses.

...pickles.

Oh no. Anything but pickles.

Rion felt like he was going to be sick. His head spun. It hadn’t been any different for the past week. Except back then he had been laughing. Yeah, it was funny back then. If only because the high had been a pleasant distraction. It wasn’t so much now. He could barely keep his head on straight...

There were noises. He knew that much. He listened to them. He couldn’t tell whether he was talking or silent. Awake or dreaming. Didn’t matter. Couldn’t think. Head clogged by the fog. He felt sicker. Like he was falling even deeper into it.

He was lying. Lying down. That much he knew. Spiral continued, though. Onward down. His lips moved. Muttered. Nonsensical things.

“...s... sorry...?”

When was this going to end?

[hisdreamsmyfate]

Zack's sword lowered. Mako-blue eyes still focused on the mumbling boy.

One gloved hand resting on the mattress, the SOLDIER's attention remained averted, though it was obvious he had been addressing the younger girl. "He's only getting worse." He almost-whispered, pensive. Finally glancing up, he added, "Is there anyway you can help him? I've just been able to feed and hydrate him. I can't snap him out of it."

"...s... sorry...?"

The dark-haired man blinked. What exactly was he sorry about? Did he finally remember what had happened to put himself in this state?

He knelt over by the bed. "Tor-- Rion, what're you sorry about? Can you hear me?"