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I couldn't stand to hear the crying of my mother [Closed]

Feb 15, 2011 00:37

Characters: Smoke/Gojyo (inthecenterfold) [Age Switched to 12] and Kurayami/Reki (paintitgray)
Date/Time: Feb 14th evening
Location: Kurayami's place on Melee Island
Rating: PG13 for topics more than language
Summary: Smoke looks for a place to hide and just ride out the Age Switch event, but Kurayami left her door locked. :-/ Who she finds is not quite who she remembers at ( Read more... )

saiyuki: sha gojyo (smoke), haibane renmei: reki (kurayami)

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paintitgray February 15 2011, 06:08:49 UTC

One more reason to hate this month...it's been hell on commissions. Meandering her way home across the bridge network with her folding chair and lap desk tucked under one arm, Kurayami frowned up at the flakes of snow falling from between the vast branches of the Tree, high up and far away against the fading colors of the evening sky ( ... )

inthecenterfold February 15 2011, 06:23:46 UTC

He'd been hoping he'd actually get up the energy to leave before she returned. He didn't want to speak up just yet, but his thoughts were betraying him.

["It'd be easier if I was hurt. / Should just go before she kicks me out..."]

He nestled tighter into a ball, feet tucked under him and sitting straighter up against the wall. He tugged on his hood to fully cover his face as if that would actually make things any different. That maybe she wouldn't be there and he could leave without being seen, or maybe he'd wake up and it'd all be over and he'd back in his real body.

["Just want to disappear. / Make it all go away. All of it. / Please... / Don't want to be like this anymore."]

Smoke had cried all of three times in Edensphere - and this little boy wasn't now, but he was awfully close, and that was the part that he hated most. The Sphere had reduced him to this.

["Tree's fault. / I hate it. / Hate it. Hate it. Hate it."]

paintitgray February 15 2011, 06:45:12 UTC

Well, shit. Kurayami winced - there was something a little too raw about reading someone else's thoughts like this, even a kid's. It had been sort of funny in the Bazaar, but this...this was an open wound.

"Hey," she repeated, trying to ignore the weird throbbing ache rising at the back of her throat. "C'mon..." What was she supposed to do? Gather the kid up and hold him? She'd do it, if that was what he needed, but saying he didn't look like he was in a huggy mood would be an understatement. Maybe some people would have tried pushing one on him anyway, but Kurayami wasn't one of them.

She swallowed, then eased herself down on the steps next to him and propped her elbows on her knees, as close to shoulder-to-shoulder as she could manage with the height difference. A warm, solid presence. If he wasn't all right with that, it would be easy to scoot away.

"I'm not gonna kick you out in the snow," she assured him. "You're fine, all right? I'm not that antisocial. Yet." She coughed, not sure what to add to that, and fished ( ... )

inthecenterfold February 15 2011, 06:59:37 UTC

["You say that now."]

He guessed by now that she really hadn't been able to see his face just yet. He was so torn from just staying like that, with her unable to see the emotions playing across his face, in his head--

["Wait, she said she wouldn't kick me out... / Did she... / Hates the tree... / Can she..."]

Though he was still bundled up, his eyes went wide with fear.

["What's going on? / Can she read my thoughts? / Has she been able to this whole time? / Or did she just figure out how?"]

He was becoming more than a little agitated, breathing irregular and unable to stop his mind from reeling. Still sitting, he reached up and pulled the hood off and stared wide-eyed at her.

["Please don't know... / I don't want anyone to know! / Please don't know what happened with mom and bro--"]

paintitgray February 15 2011, 07:07:56 UTC

The bubbles were flashing like fireworks around the kid's head, but Kurayami stared resolutely straight ahead, determined not to pry. She would hate it if the Tree did this to her, and she was fully grown...

Cloth rustled, and she glanced down. Dark eyes met plaintive red ones, and widened as they darted over the pale face, the pointed chin, the flaming hair, the scars. Her fingertips itched - they remembered those scars. She'd painted them, twice.

"Smoke?" she blurted, drawing back just slightly in surprise. The pack of cigarettes fell from her fingers, landing in the snow; and in the stunned moment, her gaze inadvertently flicked to the bright bubble over his head. "Mom?" she echoed, her lips forming the word in confusion without making a sound.