Come Home
Day: Thirty-three (slightly Backlogged)
Characters: Momiji Fujiiya justasacrifice and Subaru Sumeragi notafuckingcar
Summary: Everyone's gotta go sometime, right?
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night!
Status: CLOSED//COMPLETE!
( I get lost in the beauty,
Of everything i see,
The world ain’t as half as bad,
As they paint it to be,
If all the sons,
If all the daughters,
Stopped to take it in,
Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin. )
Characters: Momiji Fujiiya justasacrifice and Subaru Sumeragi notafuckingcar
Summary: Everyone's gotta go sometime, right?
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night!
Status: CLOSED//COMPLETE!
( I get lost in the beauty,
Of everything i see,
The world ain’t as half as bad,
As they paint it to be,
If all the sons,
If all the daughters,
Stopped to take it in,
Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin. )
Comments 13
His vision was blurred.
He couldn't walk straight.
Tripping a little over his own feet, Subaru threw out a hand to steady himself, the colours in front of him bleeding and swimming together as his mind slipped around his skull loosely in drunkenness. Momiji. That sweet, sweet girl he'd spoken to so many times... That innocuous voice, completely innocent and-and concerned, and loving.
He couldn't fathom why the thought of hearing her voice again filled him with irrational fury. He could just imagine her eyes widening in horror once she learned the truth-the same way his own sister's would, if she knew, though-
It would be worse-so, so much worse-if she didn't judge him for it...if she wasn't horrified.
If she accepted it--
He'd walked away from Shira to throw up in the bathroom, and returned to the shower area to see none other than Momiji standing there. A pretty girl who looked every bit as sweet as her voice was, and--
Subaru felt. Angry.
“M-Momiji-chan,” he said, voice strangely monotone.
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The conversation he'd had with Shira left him drained, turning his limbs into wooden things that splintered and broke apart, sucking the liquid out from his heart and spraying it all over the wall. He felt none of the familiar warmth he'd experienced before, at the sound of Momiji's voice... Instead, his sister's portrait had been seared into his mind like the visage of Christ and he couldn't escape her face, her lips, her eyes, which were-which were his eyes, gods, it was his face looking back at him, wondering how did he become this“I'm fine,” he said stiffly, stepping forward. Another voice had joined his own, speaking in his own mind but never reaching ( ... )
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Regardless of what it was that was wrong with him, she felt the need to make him feel better. To make him understand that even for someone like her, who was born to be nothing more than a sacrifice to keep the world safe, this was a happy place. Someplace to belong.
When she'd first gotten here, she'd been so confused. Alone and wondering why it was that she'd been sent to a place that was cold and dark and wet, and some place that was so different from the kind of place she'd ever thought she'd be sent.
I love you.... I love all of you...She didn't feel as though she'd changed ( ... )
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The buzzing was getting louder, ringing in both his ears, echoing at the edges of his brain-so shrill, so loud, it made him want to scream-scream and fall to his knees, beg for some escape from all of this, from this pain and confusion and fear...
Fear of who he was, what he was capable of--
He continued to stare at Momiji as if entranced, as if everything going on in his mind and heart hadn't reached his body yet. The girl was-so young. So young, and-and so innocent. No one had reached their hands into her and dragged all those precious innocent things out of her and wrung them into knots, tearing them apart and burning them. She was young, just like he had been, and-it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, that she-that she should be so unsullied and pure and happy and capable of loving and he wasn't-and he hadn't done anything to deserve it, none at all ( ... )
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