So when she heard the splinter of glass and the ripping sound of wood being pulled back from the front of the shop, her hand lifted to her ear. The pain and the blood didn't even register.
She'd been expecting this, right? She had... accepted...
But when she came out to the front of the shop, her hair quivered in its spiralling motions and fell still and silent as she stood there, staring at the man at her feet. He'd come back. She knew that he might, but there was that sick feeling of What if he doesn't. And she'd thrown her phone away. There was no way to tell.
She found herself kneeling then, not caring about the broken glass or damage to the wall as she wondered why this had been done to him instead of her. Heat was back, right? So what the fuck was stopping him? What was stopping the goddamn bastard? Was he stretching out the inevitable confrontation? For whatever fucking reason? He was too stupid to know that it would get to her
( ... )
The general smell of the flower shop overwhelmed just about everything else, but he could tell the difference here - the sharp scent of alcohol that meant he'd been brought into the side room. He didn't remember getting there. Had he walked that far?
Movement caused Bat to cough again, and he could tell how jelly-like his legs were without much effort. He couldn't have moved on those. That meant that someone had... "Mina...tsuki?"
He could tell where he was now. He was on the couch. Sitting up was an exercise in futility, so he stopped trying.
"I'm right here," she finally managed to say, and the words sounded strange coming out of her. She couldn't tell where he was actually hurt, what of the damage to his body was scars and what was real. Had Heat looked like this when he returned?
She held out a glass of water to him, biting back her questions, the demands she wanted to make, the answers that she wanted now. Her eyes swept over his face. She looked away.
A shaky hand came up to reach for the girl and bumped lightly against the glass instead. It wasn't hard enough to spill anything, but Bat froze. His eyes were half open but not really focused in her direction.
After a few long seconds, he slowly felt for where her hand held the glass. Then he brought up his other hand to get a better grip on it. He could lift his head enough to drink, he figured, and he was incredibly thirsty. His throat felt raw.
He wished he could see her. Would she look concerned?
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So when she heard the splinter of glass and the ripping sound of wood being pulled back from the front of the shop, her hand lifted to her ear. The pain and the blood didn't even register.
She'd been expecting this, right? She had... accepted...
But when she came out to the front of the shop, her hair quivered in its spiralling motions and fell still and silent as she stood there, staring at the man at her feet. He'd come back. She knew that he might, but there was that sick feeling of What if he doesn't. And she'd thrown her phone away. There was no way to tell.
She found herself kneeling then, not caring about the broken glass or damage to the wall as she wondered why this had been done to him instead of her. Heat was back, right? So what the fuck was stopping him? What was stopping the goddamn bastard? Was he stretching out the inevitable confrontation? For whatever fucking reason? He was too stupid to know that it would get to her ( ... )
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Movement caused Bat to cough again, and he could tell how jelly-like his legs were without much effort. He couldn't have moved on those. That meant that someone had... "Mina...tsuki?"
He could tell where he was now. He was on the couch. Sitting up was an exercise in futility, so he stopped trying.
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She held out a glass of water to him, biting back her questions, the demands she wanted to make, the answers that she wanted now. Her eyes swept over his face. She looked away.
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After a few long seconds, he slowly felt for where her hand held the glass. Then he brought up his other hand to get a better grip on it. He could lift his head enough to drink, he figured, and he was incredibly thirsty. His throat felt raw.
He wished he could see her. Would she look concerned?
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