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Carve your name into my arm; instead of stressed I lie here charmed
Ages pass. People come and go like they always do.
N is older, his hair longer, the curls brushing against his shoulders. He was gangly- though always hunched over, so it was hard to tell- and thinner ( Read more... ) -
So sacrifice yourself and let me have what's left
Breakfast in the kitchen wasn't nearly as much fun, now that people seemed to be vanishing left and right. Still, N persevered like a true hero, a small plate full of animal crackers and peanut butter resting on the table in front of him. -
Don't know why I didn't call
So. Gevanni's place is nice and all, and Near's starting to feel like maybe he can go out again. He's only been able to make quick runs to the kitchen the past two weeks--Gevanni's done it for him until then--but other than that, he's stayed in. Thought. Slept. Build a tower that would rival any other Near's greatest achievement. Put together ( Read more... ) -
When push comes to pain
It really wasn't his fault.
The kitchen was supposed to be there. Instead, he opened the door, stepped inside to reach for the light, only to find cool stone pressed against his hand where the kitchen light switch was supposed to be. He blinks for a moment--it's dark. Pitch-black, and when did the door close on him? He fumbles back for it, but ( Read more... ) -
Can't stop; the gods of engineering
Oh god.
He couldn't.... oh god
N could barely think straight, the mark on his cheek suddenly much less of an issue than it had been a moment before. He couldn't even look at Mihael, hands pressed to his mouth as he stumbled against the wall in horror, barely managing to stay upright.
He was going to be sick.
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You've got that "Killer" instinct
Study, and the desire to get himself away from everything that seemed to be going on as of late, dragged N into the library. He didn't mind being alone--as a matter of fact, since Light had dissapeared, he rather enjoyed it.
So, N sits on the floor in the library, stacking books. It's been a rather uneventful day, but the trials of balancing the ( Read more... ) -
Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Suppertime, and N is not in a particularly good mood. He sits on the counter in the kitchen, decidedly Mihael-less--while the blonde's attention was loved, it wasn't exactly beneficial to thinking.
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keep feeding me bedroom eyes (and your tender lies)
He'd left.
He'd actually left.
N restrained a choked sob, because he was not going to cry about this--that was just stupid. But something needed to be done, he needed to be somewhere, somewhere away from people. He needed to--
--fuck, he didn't even know. He had no idea what he was doing, everything just seemed to be so confusing, unreal. He ( Read more... ) -
My brother, you love her (but don't give up your instincts)
N is sitting on the bed, paging through a large encyclopedia. He's been staying unnaturally close to this room since he's gotten back--whether or not it's because he still has nightmares of Light blowing his brains out, or if he's just thankful enough to stay close, it's not quite defined. Still. His demeanor could almost even be classified as ' ( Read more... )