[Thread] Can't Make a Start

[hands_of_reason]

Characters: AU!Lyle Norg, OU!Naoki Kashima
Where: The clinic
When: Shortly after this; during mod!plot
Summary: Lyle's become emotionally withdrawn and Naoki's worried about him, so he heads to the clinic to see if he can coax him out of it.
Warnings: Fluffy, angsty goodness.

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[invisikid]

This was where he and Brainy had been killed. Upon wakening, he'd felt no utterance or feeling towards the fact that would usually have him sprinting as far from that place as possible. He knew the emotions were there, since his body still trembled every once in a while, and invisibility had taken over without any mental urge. But they weren't active.

'Most probably a defense mechanism I had not realized.' He mused, leaning against the side of the medical building and staring at where his shoes would be. This wasn't something unconsciously imposed; it took a great deal of focus and will. That's why only a disciplined mind like his own could do it. The chaos of emotions he'd been feeling, plus the shock when he "died" had been too much. Now was just the matter of will to face all that he'd locked away. That wasn't going to be pretty. 'Always made for hiding. Bitter amusement was lacking.

At Naoki's call, he raised his dull eyes, and faded back into view.

"Naoki."

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He jumped a bit at the sudden voice, but a little smile crossed his face when he saw Lyle. Emotionless or not, it was beyond good to see him alive and unharmed; he was even using his name again. Walking over to stand in front of the Legionnaire, the smile flickered a bit as his own gold eyes met with Lyle's emptied ones. They had always been so lively before... how could someone just send that sort of light away? It was almost like looking into the eyes of a stranger, and all of a sudden, he missed Lyle again, though he was physically there; close enough to reach out and touch

[invisikid]

The touch was...odd. Normal feelings bubbled under the surface, like a waning tide and his brow furrowed, just slightly, as he tried to grasp them. Such a burst of relief and sorrowful happiness...vanished as soon as it appeared, leaving only a small shudder in his breath. In the older teen's hesitant hold, his fingers drew back, almost ready to pull away and no light altering or returning in his eyes, not yet. It was an odd look; dirt still smeared on his face from where he feel, gaze flat, but twitching across the Demi-Fiend's face every so often in parallel to the look someone gets when they've got a word on the tip of their tongue.

"I'm... not injured." He stated slowly, calculating. Naoki had called him robotic, and that wasn't too far from the truth. And such, another wave of emotions were meant to be there, especially at the nick name. And maybe it was because it was Naoki's voice and he'd been dead and- "Naoki..."

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There was a vague stab of hurt when his fingers withdrew from him, but he didn't let him go. How could he? It just wouldn't be right. The younger's gaze continued to make him feel strangely cut off, though he tried not to let it get under his skin; countering it with a smile. "You've got something on your face." Naoki reached into his pocket and pulled out a green scarf, attempting to brush it against the dirt to try and get rid of it, should Lyle let him. "I meant to bring this to you a few days ago, too. So you wouldn't get so cold."

Whether he allowed him to try and remove the dirt or not, eventually he would fold the scarf and set it near Lyle's feet. "I could heal you if you were, but I'm glad you're alright." He looked like he was prepared to say something else, but paused when his name was called, turning worried eyes on Lyle again. "Yes? I'm here." It felt stupid to say, but when it came right down to it, he felt stupid saying a lot of things.