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towerofanimus2013-03-01 04:11 pm
notsogrimreaper) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-01 04:11 pm
Entry tags:
Cry when you're supposed to hold it back [closed]
Characters: Ryoji (notsogrimreaper) and Lancer (oathshackledbird)
Setting: Lancer's room (4-16)
Format: Anything
Summary: A traumatized Ryoji turns to Diarmuid for comfort and to tell him just what he saw when he entered the admin elevator.
Warnings: Existential crises and the feelings that come from them!
[Ryoji hasn't even allowed himself the blessing of thought after everything that happened in the Tower. It was easier to just block it out. He didn't need to think about the ghost's hair trailing over his shoulder, or the machine that had taken his friend and stripped her of her soul only so that it could be shoved into another copy of her real body. He especially didn't need to think about how he had thought, under the influence of the fog, that the only way to help people was to end their lives before they dealt with more hardships.
For a while, he just went through the motions of normalcy, eating and sleeping at the proper times, watching a few movies, hunting some monsters. He spent a little more time on Floor 96 each day. It was such a relief to have those memories stripped away, to be blissfully ignorant of his past and his actions.
Of course, once he left, they always came back. Ryoji couldn't escape them no matter what he did, so he finally accepted that he needed to trust himself enough to rely on someone else.
Which brings him to Diarmuid's room once again. It wasn't that long ago that he was here simply to talk and thank Diarmuid for the Valentine's Day gift. It's a shame that this conversation won't be nearly as nice as that one.
Taking a deep breath, he taps on the door, only to look away, ashamed. He isn't ready for this kind of closeness with someone. He knows he's been told to come talk to Diarmuid about anything, but he never wants to burden others with his troubles. He almost thinks about running, but... Diarmuid was affected by all of this too. He deserved to know the truth.
Even if Ryoji wasn't sure what the truth really was.]
notsogrimreaper) and Lancer (oathshackledbird)Setting: Lancer's room (4-16)
Format: Anything
Summary: A traumatized Ryoji turns to Diarmuid for comfort and to tell him just what he saw when he entered the admin elevator.
Warnings: Existential crises and the feelings that come from them!
[Ryoji hasn't even allowed himself the blessing of thought after everything that happened in the Tower. It was easier to just block it out. He didn't need to think about the ghost's hair trailing over his shoulder, or the machine that had taken his friend and stripped her of her soul only so that it could be shoved into another copy of her real body. He especially didn't need to think about how he had thought, under the influence of the fog, that the only way to help people was to end their lives before they dealt with more hardships.
For a while, he just went through the motions of normalcy, eating and sleeping at the proper times, watching a few movies, hunting some monsters. He spent a little more time on Floor 96 each day. It was such a relief to have those memories stripped away, to be blissfully ignorant of his past and his actions.
Of course, once he left, they always came back. Ryoji couldn't escape them no matter what he did, so he finally accepted that he needed to trust himself enough to rely on someone else.
Which brings him to Diarmuid's room once again. It wasn't that long ago that he was here simply to talk and thank Diarmuid for the Valentine's Day gift. It's a shame that this conversation won't be nearly as nice as that one.
Taking a deep breath, he taps on the door, only to look away, ashamed. He isn't ready for this kind of closeness with someone. He knows he's been told to come talk to Diarmuid about anything, but he never wants to burden others with his troubles. He almost thinks about running, but... Diarmuid was affected by all of this too. He deserved to know the truth.
Even if Ryoji wasn't sure what the truth really was.]
I'm really up for one whenever you want ^^
Thank you so much for the help, Diarmuid-san. I'll try to be a good student, okay?
And this is probably a good end. I sent you a PP so we can discuss setting something up for a log!
[Diarmuid returns the boy's smile and then leads them on off to the gym.]