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towerofanimus2012-05-17 04:55 pm
lamentless) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-17 04:55 pm
Entry tags:
actions have consequences
Characters: Roxas and you? [open]
Setting: Floor Thirty-Five
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match
Summary: After a horrible display on the network, Roxas isn't feeling very peachy.
Warnings: Severe depression, and potential death-seeking actions.
Why was he here.
Why was he here.
Why was he here, standing shakily at the edge of a never-ending lake? Why had he stopped at this place?
When he'd woken from the sleep paralysis, he'd bolted like he was on fire. Roxas didn't want to look Ven, or anyone else in the face. That was the only good thing about being dead, he'd realized- nobody could be upset with him until after he came back. Roxas didn't quite understand why he was feeling this way, though. The claustrophobia was a new phenomenon after being trapped with that monster and Sayaka, he could grasp that. He'd always had a temper, too, so his panic and rage were understandable. But, that didn't explain why he'd asked that asshole to...
Rox had taken off his socks and shoes almost immediately after spotting the water. Standing just close enough that he could feel the water with his toes, he could feel his stomach drop. His eyes followed the water downward for a minute, and he caught sight of his own reflection.
His legs quivered, and Roxas abruptly slumped down. Covering his face with his hands, he tried to ignore the feeling of his collar brushing against his wrists as he dry-heaved.
Maybe he knew why he was at the edge of the water, after all.
Setting: Floor Thirty-Five
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match
Summary: After a horrible display on the network, Roxas isn't feeling very peachy.
Warnings: Severe depression, and potential death-seeking actions.
Why was he here.
Why was he here.
Why was he here, standing shakily at the edge of a never-ending lake? Why had he stopped at this place?
When he'd woken from the sleep paralysis, he'd bolted like he was on fire. Roxas didn't want to look Ven, or anyone else in the face. That was the only good thing about being dead, he'd realized- nobody could be upset with him until after he came back. Roxas didn't quite understand why he was feeling this way, though. The claustrophobia was a new phenomenon after being trapped with that monster and Sayaka, he could grasp that. He'd always had a temper, too, so his panic and rage were understandable. But, that didn't explain why he'd asked that asshole to...
Rox had taken off his socks and shoes almost immediately after spotting the water. Standing just close enough that he could feel the water with his toes, he could feel his stomach drop. His eyes followed the water downward for a minute, and he caught sight of his own reflection.
His legs quivered, and Roxas abruptly slumped down. Covering his face with his hands, he tried to ignore the feeling of his collar brushing against his wrists as he dry-heaved.
Maybe he knew why he was at the edge of the water, after all.