Passive [Active/Closed]

[newright]

Characters: Machi Tobaye, Trucy Wright
Setting: Grand Room
Time: Night 008
Summary: It's a dark night- the perfect time for a reunion between the boy who used to be a monster and the girl who's living like one.
Warnings: Nothing at the moment. Trucy being a little creepy? Also, moar failop.

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[machitobaye]

Machi had left the piano to walk restlessly through the house, feeling his way along the walls and freezing around every corner, at one point stopping to punch the wall in frustration--but he'd immediately regretted it because of the pain. He was frustrated. The first thing he'd done when he'd resurrected in the attic, gotten himself back, become whole, himself again, was rush downstairs and play the piano, hours and hours of catharsis, of and beautiful music that at first had been wonderful, therapeutic--no, more than that, it had been (or he'd thought it had been) like breathing again after drowning, a sudden satisfaction of an essential need that had been deprived. But that had quickly faded and begun to feel...hollow, dissatisfying and empty, leaving him hurt and angry and agonised with restless incomprehension

[newright]

In the stillness, she could hear almost every footstep when the pianist drew closer and walked away, over and over as though waiting, watching for something. In her mind, however, it was not the sound of a passerby simply wandering along, no. It was the beasts who'd devoured the very light of the world, looking for another victim to drag off into the depths of their fathomless appetites, unsatiated by simply eating the sun itself and looking for a darker, heavier bite to weigh their hunger

[machitobaye]

On edge and nervous as he was, the yelp would have been quite enough to scare Machi out of his skin, but when Trucy slammed her head into the underside of the table and knocked it over with a cacophanous series of bangings, he very nearly ran for it and jumped back against the wall, plastering his back against the hard surface and bringing his arms up so that the undersides were pressed flat on the wall. His blue eyes criss-crossed the room briefly, searching, but it was far to dark and he could see nothing--backpedalling mentally, he rewound and replayed the yelp in his head, frowning slightly in consternation as recognition dawned. He ventured to speak, tentative and wary.

"...Trucy...?"

[newright]

Trucy would have pressed herself against the opposite wall as well, had she not been so startled by the sudden flashing of bright stars against her dizzied eyes. She lay on the ground, half caught under the table and paralyzed by her panic. It wasn't until she sucked in a huge breath that the magician even realized she had stopped breathing. The air inflating her lungs, pressing against her aching ribs, caused an involuntary gasp to blow through her lips before she finally lay back, head lolling to the side and looking for her monster speaker through the darkness

[machitobaye]

Her voice crackled through his brain--just his name, but it was enough. Her voice... it was like a broken thing, dry leaves and cracked glass. He shifted, bringing his arms down the wall and pulling the far one away so that only part of his hand was planted there; he heard the groan and scrape of wood and then a loud SOMETHING as he pushed the table off her, and he heard footsteps, which stopped suddenly--then she reached out, so close that he could feel her hands passing and he jerked back, seeing (or thinking he saw) something move in the dark. "Ah--!" His exclamation was voiceless and very nearly soundless, a loss of air and a mouth movement more than a word.

Her hands groped along the wall, feeling, and he hesitated, listening to her hands before suddenly turning, pushing off the wall and grabbing her wrist--he missed the first time, but succeeded the second, stopping her from going any farther. "...Trucy...?" What was... going on...?