Broken [Closed, In Progress]

Aug 04, 2008 22:30

WHO: Red X and Rikku
WHAT: A thieves' reunion under... unexpected circumstances
WHERE: X's suite
WHEN: Sunday night

The mask can't hold forever... )

rikku, red x

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cunningness August 5 2008, 15:27:16 UTC
Being angry at him for leaving like that would have been stupid-she had pulled the same exact thing too many times to count, and she would've been a hypocrite to get mad over it. She wasn't even mad at him for pushing himself past his limit even when he knew he shouldn't have. In fact, she wasn't mad at him at all. More mad at herself for caring that he'd left and that he'd pushed his limit and mad at herself for not being mad at him. It was a tricky thing to deal with, but she knew she was more than capable of doing so.

What she wasn't capable of was figuring out just why his apology for doing all that shit stung more than it appeased. But a little below the surface, she knew it hadn't been just an apology to her, and if there was one thing constant about the Al Bhed it was that she was a possessive, jealous creature at times and had never been the best at sharing. But she forced herself to see that he wasn't hers to share, that she had no claim, that they were just business partners, and so she told herself she was over it because ( ... )

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crimson_rogue_x August 6 2008, 05:28:21 UTC
Hearing the knock despite its faintness, Red X staggered to his feet, and, slowly but surely made his way to the door. Though pain shot through his limbs like fire, he was getting used to it, even though it was a bit worse since he took himself off of the Vicodin. Still, this was Rikku, and she had said she wasn't okay, and he was guessing it was over more than just what happened to Kairi and his own disappearance. She needed him just as much as he needed her now, and, after having let her down by disappearing like that, he wasn't about to let her down again if he could help it at all ( ... )

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cunningness August 6 2008, 19:00:43 UTC
The wait for the door to open-which seemed like hours rather than seconds-gave her plenty of time to think, mostly about what, exactly, she was doing. Because she knew that whichever way she looked at this, it was more for herself than for him, if even by a tiny bit. Because he was in pretty rough shape, she was sure, and she should have been there to make him feel better, not vice versa. And that knowledge was a slap in the face for her, because she knew how wrong it was. She was selfish by nature, but this might have been overstepping those faint, hardly-there boundaries.

And then when he opened the door and she saw him there, everything rapidly flipped around and suddenly she was there to make him feel better, because he sure as hell needed it.

Automatically, she reached out with gloved hands to grip his arms and steady him. He was horribly, terribly freezing cold, but she was the one shaking as she stood there in the doorway, just staring at him. "You look like you were just run over by a bus," she said without thinking; the ( ... )

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crimson_rogue_x August 9 2008, 08:04:23 UTC
"Well, not that bad."

Though there was that one guy with the suit that made him hit like a bus. Not that he was about to tell her that.

"It was a lot more fun, since I got to hit back."

He managed not to wince into the smile as her hands gripped his arms. The suit was operated by a neuro-interface, so when the blowback hit, it hit all of his nerves, making him incredibly sensitive everywhere. Which, when he thought about it, might've been fun-- especially with Rikku-- were it not for the fact that his body ached like hell on the inside and felt raw as if his own skin had been flayed off of him on the outside. The Vicodin had done enough to make clothes and light human contact bearable ( ... )

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