WHO: Omi Tsukiyono (truthandfressia) and Selene (deals_death) WHAT: Omi wants to speak with Selene. WHERE: The park, and onto the Weiss residence. WHEN: Thursday night.
Once more, Omi found himself alone. This time, truly. Utterly. Almost quite helplessly. Despite the inevitability of solitude that gnawed away at his very core, and the certainty that, yes, his team mates were gone and, no, there was little hope of them returning, Omi didn't find himself too bothered.
He had been raised to be alone. To fight alone, to live alone. When it came down to the bare facts of the live he had lived before arriving on the island, his team was replaceable. They had been and would be so long as they continued to operate in their field of work, which had proven itself deceptively difficult to escape even here.
That taken in to consideration, Omi was not yet sure why he desired to see Selene, much less talk with her. As it was, he was already socially awkward enough for half of the island's population.
Perhaps, he realized as he neared the park, his thoughts a little fuzzy around the edges, friendship was not so easily forgotten
( ... )
Selene's head turned when she heard her name, the rest of her body slowly moving to face him at well. The boy certainly didn't look angry, and he didn't seem to be armed. In fact, he was blushing. A smirk tugged at the edge of her lips.
"You're not keeping me from anything," she assured him, moving to close the distance between them. "I have nothing better to be doing."
She looked the boy over as he neared. Youji had not spoken much of his roommates, their names and vague descriptions. This one matched the description of...
"You're Omi?" She asked. "He said you were... 'young and cute.'"
As the distance between them grew shorter, Omi's guard raised, and he performed a mental check-list of the items he had on hand. He ha learned enough of Selene to know she posed little threat unless provoked, but he was hard-pressed to allow his guard to fall. After all, while she might have the most amiable of intentions, there were those who would see her killed
( ... )
Selene started to follow, but then stopped short at the suggestion that she take Youji's things. Omi's words made her brow furrow, and she silently bit at her lip. The ache in her chest ebbed gradually, allowing her to breathe again after some length. Maybe she wouldn't be as lucky as she'd hoped. Maybe, in the end, it really would hurt forever.
As she started to walk again, she was staring at the ground. She couldn't work out what to say. The temptation to ask Omi if he knew how Youji died -- if he begrudged her that final act -- was almost crushing. But she would know soon enough, if he led her to some dark alley and tried to end her. She would deserve it.
...but perhaps instead of dragging up the worst of it, she could find some catharsis in her happiness; the happiness that, for a short time, Youji had brought her.
"It didn't start out that way," she explained with a bit of a smirk. "He was just... going to be for fun, really."
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He had been raised to be alone. To fight alone, to live alone. When it came down to the bare facts of the live he had lived before arriving on the island, his team was replaceable. They had been and would be so long as they continued to operate in their field of work, which had proven itself deceptively difficult to escape even here.
That taken in to consideration, Omi was not yet sure why he desired to see Selene, much less talk with her. As it was, he was already socially awkward enough for half of the island's population.
Perhaps, he realized as he neared the park, his thoughts a little fuzzy around the edges, friendship was not so easily forgotten ( ... )
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"You're not keeping me from anything," she assured him, moving to close the distance between them. "I have nothing better to be doing."
She looked the boy over as he neared. Youji had not spoken much of his roommates, their names and vague descriptions. This one matched the description of...
"You're Omi?" She asked. "He said you were... 'young and cute.'"
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As she started to walk again, she was staring at the ground. She couldn't work out what to say. The temptation to ask Omi if he knew how Youji died -- if he begrudged her that final act -- was almost crushing. But she would know soon enough, if he led her to some dark alley and tried to end her. She would deserve it.
...but perhaps instead of dragging up the worst of it, she could find some catharsis in her happiness; the happiness that, for a short time, Youji had brought her.
"It didn't start out that way," she explained with a bit of a smirk. "He was just... going to be for fun, really."
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