beat inside me, leave you blind

[mightofaknight]

[ He's pretty sure he hates the rain. It's a little excessive, he thinks, to have got caught in a summer shower when he already feels like shit, and doesn't do his pallor any favours with darkened curls sticking to pale cheeks, droplets gleaming on a blue scarf tucked tightly inside a button-down coat. It's almost as rigid as his old Rounds uniform

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[draping]

[ the hours seem to go by so slowly these days. so slowly. lately he's been wishing for summer rain just to make noise on the roof so he'd have a gentle pitter-patter rhythm to give his life a soundtrack, all day, every day. it's calming and that's bad. he needs to be getting excited, being proactive, not laying sprawled so fully on the couch that his legs hang off the edge, one arm slung over half his face so that he only sees bits and pieces of the tv shows.

soooo slow, so empty and dull. one leg swings over the arm of the couch with his foot scraping the carpet to make a faint noise, on beat with one particularly loud drip of water on the windowsill.

and then the knocks happen and throw him off. he looks at the clock first, then over at the door, and then rolls sideways off the couch and takes most of the afghan with him, dragging the remainder of it along the floor behind him as he slopes over to the door and pulls it open.

and then, good gracious does his heartbeat ever pick up. ]Suzaku! Hey, what's up? Looks like you

[mightofaknight]

We need to talk.

[ It doesn't sound like his voice to his own ears. Disconnected words not representing how he feels. Doesn't look up, Gino's presence exuberant enough that Suzaku barely dares to give a glance to those blue eyes. ]

May I come in?

[draping]

Okay. Sure, c'mon.

[ worried? nah. he steps aside to let Suzaku in, wishing a fresh, fluffy towel into his hand to offer up, nice and warm. ]

Here. What's up?

[mightofaknight]

[ Closing the door, he raises a hand to stall the proffered towel, easing it back toward Gino. Feeling like his voice has died, Suzaku gathers his resolution (which seems far less focused than it ordinarily would when making a decision this momentous) and looks up, dripping barely a foot beyond the door. He doesn't think he'll need to go any further. ]

Lelouch is going to be living with me from now on. I invited him.

[ Should he be getting a migraine behind his eyes? It's there. ]