[Thread] Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind.

[lazyish]

Who: Shikamaru and Nill.
Where: Terra, the apartment.
When: Friday, after this and this.
Summary: Yosuke's missing, presumed dead.
Rating: R, I guess.
Other: RAGE.

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[silencedbird]

It wasn’t difficult to tell what had happened, not really. She didn’t know if it was Ninjin’s death that had finally done it or if maybe it had been missing all along, but some of the hopeless cheerful optimism she’d held before then seemed to have dissipated, replaced by the quiet and somber truth of the reality she lived in. It wasn’t that Nill hadn’t always known the danger that her pseudo-family always seemed to be in, nothing like that-it was just that whenever they had left before she worried they would be harmed, but there was never a shadow of doubt in her mind that they would come home safe and sound

[lazyish]

He heard the door of Nill's room open. Maybe it was time for school. Another glance at the TV told him it was a bit early for that, even. The morning news was just beginning. No reports of an explosion at the park, not now and not on last night's news either. Well, of course they wouldn't report that. Not if the government was responsible for it

[silencedbird]

The assurance from her senpai did little, if anything, to assuage the girls worry, and after a moment of lingering in the doorway (albeit somewhat awkwardly) she stepped into the room, careful to avoid whatever might have been on the floor. She spared the briefest moment of hesitation, as though worried that perhaps such an action had been the wrong course to take, but in the end she reached out and shut the door behind to the room behind her

[lazyish]

He wasn't lying to her on purpose. He had promised himself he wouldn't do that anymore, that she deserved to know the truth just as much as Yosuke and Itachi and Naruto did. But this mantra-- I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine-- was the lie that he told himself so often he believed it. After all, here he was, unscathed. He wasn't the one whose grave had just been made in the skies above Abyss.

Looking at her face now, he knew what she wanted to hear from him. She expected, like everyone else always did, that he would just open up and talk about everything that was going on in his heart and mind. Like it was something he was even conscious of. He tried, searching inside for some emotion he could name for her, but all that he found was...

Before he even realized what he was doing, he'd pulled one of the trench knives from his belt and slammed the blade into the wood of his desk. Burying it to the hilt so that the knuckle of his thumb bruised and throbbed when it hit the desktop.