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Summer is for sorrow
Characters: Suzaku Kururugi and you
Setting: Graveyard, floor 11
Format: Either
Summary: As spring turns to summer Suzaku realises Nunnally is gone and then storm watches.
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[Graveyard] The heat was unbearable, the rain had been bad but Suzaku had never like summer. Too many bad memories came with the heat of summer and as he slowly made his way to the graveyard he suspected another was about to be added to the list.
His flight suit clung to him uncomfortably, his cloak was abandoned in his trunk. He was silent as he entered the graveyard floor and began to study each grave, hoping beyond all hope that the one he was looking for wasn't there.
Except it was, of course it was. Not much showed on Suzaku's face, he just reached out to steady himself on the headstone.
Nunnally vi Britannia
He had to find Lelouch... He stood up, feeling dizzy, it felt strange to be so dehydrated after all the rain just the day before.
[Floor Eleven] This was almost worse than the dry heat of before, the air was heavy and choking. Suzaku had spent the day searching for food to give out to those he knew and fighting off the fire monsters. He had ended on this floor, the waterfall that usually spilled over the tower was gone, yet there was thunder rolling in the distance and the room lit up with lightning.
Suzaku had once tried to escape off this floor, he and Link, a crazy badly thought out escape using bedsheets. His first 'death'.
He sat down at the edge, dangling his feet off the side of the tower and looking out into the fog as the air grew heavier and the storm began. It suited his mood, pressure and sorrow ready to explode. Nunnally was gone, her soul lost to her dead world, perhaps forever. Things had seemed helpless for a long time, since another summers day long ago when the distant rumbling wasn't thunder but approaching war.
Yet somehow things had gotten worse... And now they were stuck, lost souls in a tower of madne...
His eyes flashed red and Suzaku blinked in confusion from where he stood at the other end of the floor, walking slowly back towards where he had sat he saw the scorch mark, and another bold of lightning striking not far from him explained what had just happened.
Setting: Graveyard, floor 11
Format: Either
Summary: As spring turns to summer Suzaku realises Nunnally is gone and then storm watches.
Warnings:
[Graveyard] The heat was unbearable, the rain had been bad but Suzaku had never like summer. Too many bad memories came with the heat of summer and as he slowly made his way to the graveyard he suspected another was about to be added to the list.
His flight suit clung to him uncomfortably, his cloak was abandoned in his trunk. He was silent as he entered the graveyard floor and began to study each grave, hoping beyond all hope that the one he was looking for wasn't there.
Except it was, of course it was. Not much showed on Suzaku's face, he just reached out to steady himself on the headstone.
Nunnally vi Britannia
He had to find Lelouch... He stood up, feeling dizzy, it felt strange to be so dehydrated after all the rain just the day before.
[Floor Eleven] This was almost worse than the dry heat of before, the air was heavy and choking. Suzaku had spent the day searching for food to give out to those he knew and fighting off the fire monsters. He had ended on this floor, the waterfall that usually spilled over the tower was gone, yet there was thunder rolling in the distance and the room lit up with lightning.
Suzaku had once tried to escape off this floor, he and Link, a crazy badly thought out escape using bedsheets. His first 'death'.
He sat down at the edge, dangling his feet off the side of the tower and looking out into the fog as the air grew heavier and the storm began. It suited his mood, pressure and sorrow ready to explode. Nunnally was gone, her soul lost to her dead world, perhaps forever. Things had seemed helpless for a long time, since another summers day long ago when the distant rumbling wasn't thunder but approaching war.
Yet somehow things had gotten worse... And now they were stuck, lost souls in a tower of madne...
His eyes flashed red and Suzaku blinked in confusion from where he stood at the other end of the floor, walking slowly back towards where he had sat he saw the scorch mark, and another bold of lightning striking not far from him explained what had just happened.
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"And you? You look better than last I saw you at least." It would have been hard for the man to look any worse.
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"I've been doing fine... for this place, at least."
He tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged slightly.
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There's really nothing to this story... the silence is just a little unnerving.
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Is it time for explanation of power blocs again? Probably.
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He hadn't actually met anyone else in this tower that came from such a world.
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Politics was a safe topic for him. He didn't have to talk about himself.
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He can't help but wonder if the wars were the reason for his separation from his birth parents. It's not as if he remembered them at all, but it was still something to think about.
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He had failed, but he hoped that one day this man would succeed.