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[Thread] Lana and Itachi

Jun 06, 2007 14:08

(ooc: long LJ cut much?)

Who: Lana Lang feather_frost , Uchiha Itachi youlackhate
What: Mourning
When: Last night. 3am? or something.
Where: Music room
Rating: E for Emo PG-13 or something

( Look how pretty she is when she falls down.
And there’s no beauty in bleeding mascara. Lips are quivering
Like a withering rose, she’s back again.

What the fuck do you think love means?
It’s more than words and more than feelings
sucking me dry. )

uchiha itachi, lana lang

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youlackhate June 7 2007, 00:11:47 UTC

Itachi had been reading - like always, really; it was nothing different than any other day. He was up later than he would have been normally - he found that his little 'spar' with Larxene had taken away a good amount of time that he could have been spent researching. (Not that it had been a waste, of course - Uchiha by nature did not do wasteful things and he had certainly learned a few things in the process.) But doing 'field research' did not have the same feeling; the same smell that a library did. Admittedly, Itachi was fond of the smell of books. Not that he would ever say that out loud to anyone. Those kinds of things were to be kept to himself ( ... )

percipience June 7 2007, 03:06:32 UTC

Lana didn't even notice that anyone had entered the room. She was in her own little world that consisted of a strange vortex of pain, grief, shame, confusion, all sorts of negativity just swirling around her. That in addition to it being a time of the night/morning that no sane people were awake for... she wasn't really watching for people.

After several minutes of crying Lana finally began to concentrate on stopping. Stop. You're being a child. she told herself. Pull yourself together.
With her eyes closed she finally sat up and began taking a few deep, measured breathes, trying to calm her post-sobbing fit hiccups and to clear her mind a little bit. It's okay. You'll be okay. It just hurts. It'll get better, it will. You'll be okay. Calm down. You have responsibilities here. You need to have a clear head. You'll be okay. She repeated things like that to herself over and over in her mind to calm herself down, taking calming breaths. She'd be okay. She really would ( ... )

youlackhate June 7 2007, 03:16:59 UTC

Something considerably bad must have happened for someone to cry that much, he mentally remarked. He was not used to tears -- unless the person in question was about to die, of course. Those were a very different sort of tears, however; the kind that he had essentially become immune to. His attentions left his own thoughts and returned to the woman in front of him as she finally sat up and began wiping her eyes ( ... )

percipience June 7 2007, 04:12:56 UTC

Lana met his eyes unflinchingly as he spoke. So he'd heard the piano then stood to watch a sappy girl cry her eyes out? That seemed like an interesting waste of time but whatever.

She was sitting up very straight, still feeling vaguely startled and violated almost. Her eyes slid down to the keys of the piano as he spoke and she reached out and brushed them with her left hand, feeling unbelievably awkward. So what was she supposed to do? Say goodnight to the stranger then walk out? Act like he wasn't there and play something else?

She looked back up at him and bit her lip before throwing a very lame, "I see..." out there.

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