[log] well, I'm not stoned, I'm just fucked up [week 11, day 6]

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Who: Lelouch, Suzaku, perhaps C.C. later
Status: Closed
Style: Third person present (the opening post plays with perspective, but the rest is third person present)
Where: Himorogi
When: Dawn; Week 11, Day 6 [immediately after this]
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lelouch has an emotional breakdown and yells at a tree. Suzaku is in the tree. JERRY, JERRY,

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What is going on -- Suzaku is shaken for several moments to the point that he nearly drops the mask, cloak, and Hitomi from his point on the branches. He catches them and gathers them up, but not in enough time to catch himself. He only realizes this, of course, when it's too late to steady himself

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This being the second time in as many days that someone has ambushed him from a tree, Lelouch could perhaps have been a little less surprised. But being that he had thought himself to be completely alone, and had just finished shouting down a tree, he can be forgiven for shrieking (like a girl, C.C. would have amended were she there) and falling backwards to the ground.

Oh. Okay. It's just Suzaku. Sleeping in the giant tree instead of in a house or on the ground like a sane individual. Sure. Of course. Why not. Lelouch, his breathing under control now, carefully reinserts the contact into his left eye.

"I didn't know you were there," he says, which was obvious unto itself in all honesty.

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The shrieking is what makes Suzaku's brain kick fully back into gear. It's a jerky process, and his auditory system is probably screaming at Lelouch for the sheer audacity of it all.

He can't even answer Lelouch at this point. His vocal chords clench painfully tight, his shoulders shake, and his gut sucks in quickly. Suzaku has to look back down at the ground, fists clenching and unclenching three times. His hands come up, one gripping his own arm tight while the other covers his mouth.

But, it's already too late; Suzaku can't stop the sputter before he clasps the hand over his mouth, and he certainly can't stop the chortle that bubbles out of his throat. He tries thinking of unpleasant things -- these unpleasant things slowly grind sand into the fire before it can get out of control.

So, his hands drop and he nods, seemingly fine now. "Yeah, I ... didn't think you did," Suzaku admits. "Did you get it all out, or should I go?"

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Lelouch does not answer quickly. He has to take in this whole moment at first. Drink it all in. The light coming up over the horizon paints the landscape in a soft gold. Himorogi is always beautiful, and now it seems twice as beautiful, almost as if just to spite him. The air is crisp but not unpleasantly chill; the scent of flowers is faint but not overpowering; the garden is still save for him and Suzaku.

This is too beautiful for him to be dead.

Lelouch closes his eyes, breathes for a second. When he opens them, he asks, "Why are you here?"

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(I'm afraid --)

(If I leave here, the feeling might disappear, too --)

"Oh. Um, well ..." Suzaku begins to say something, but he soon shakes his head. Lelouch's response didn't answer his question, but Suzaki figures he'll stay.

And so he answers, "Well, the tree is actually pretty comfy to sleep in! I didn't want to go to a village and intrude on someone, so I just ... kind of decided to stay here?" Which is, in itself, mostly true. A night's worth of (finally) peaceful sleep can do wonders on the mind and body