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towerofanimus2013-04-22 10:31 pm
vermicompost) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-22 10:31 pm
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I'm trying to find my peace [closed]
Characters: Kariya and Lancelot
Setting: Floor twenty-five
Format: Prose to start (but feel free to switch to action)
Summary: Kariya isn't feeling well. It's not just what happened recently. He hasn't been feeling well in a while. His faithful Servant steps in to help. Or at least offer some advice.
Warnings: None yet
When Kariya was feeling stressed, or upset, or sad, he had a simple solution: lie down in the flowers. The meadow floor was peaceful, and the flowers were beautiful, red and yellow and purple and pink. They had a soft, fresh smell that he liked to breathe in deeply. The grass was cool against his skin. Even when there were other people in the meadow, as there often were, he could find a quiet, secluded patch of ground. He'd lie down there and try to forget where he was, try not to think too much about the pain in his body or the other pain that was worse, the pain in his heart and mind. It helped him feel better.
Today, it wasn't working.
He kept thinking back to the things he'd seen: the distorted bodies, the stiff, wooden movements, the helpless expressions. He remembered Shinji, with the strange marks on his face and his unnatural limbs. Kariya hadn't been able to do anything about it. The things that happened to people here... Sometimes it was too much to bear, and there was nothing he could do to help them.
He wished he could talk to his friends, but he felt cut off from them. After what had happened with Diarmuid, he was less inclined to reach out to other people. He'd never been much good with people. He was better at writing, at taking pictures, at being on his own. Getting close to people hurt. Thinking of Diarmuid hurt, and it was confusing besides. He was still angry at Diarmuid, and he felt strangely warm and agitated when thinking of him. Was the curse lingering? Or was it something else?
He sighed. He thought about Aoi for a few moments, but that only made him feel worse. She wasn't here. He missed her, but he didn't want her here. He wouldn't have been able to bear seeing her in that kind of agony. It was hard enough, seeing what had happened to everyone else. He hoped Sakura was all right. He'd have to find Sakura.
Kariya closed his eyes. Maybe if he wished himself away, he would disappear. He knew that was a foolish thought, and he knew he was feeling sorry for himself, but he couldn't seem to stop.
Setting: Floor twenty-five
Format: Prose to start (but feel free to switch to action)
Summary: Kariya isn't feeling well. It's not just what happened recently. He hasn't been feeling well in a while. His faithful Servant steps in to help. Or at least offer some advice.
Warnings: None yet
When Kariya was feeling stressed, or upset, or sad, he had a simple solution: lie down in the flowers. The meadow floor was peaceful, and the flowers were beautiful, red and yellow and purple and pink. They had a soft, fresh smell that he liked to breathe in deeply. The grass was cool against his skin. Even when there were other people in the meadow, as there often were, he could find a quiet, secluded patch of ground. He'd lie down there and try to forget where he was, try not to think too much about the pain in his body or the other pain that was worse, the pain in his heart and mind. It helped him feel better.
Today, it wasn't working.
He kept thinking back to the things he'd seen: the distorted bodies, the stiff, wooden movements, the helpless expressions. He remembered Shinji, with the strange marks on his face and his unnatural limbs. Kariya hadn't been able to do anything about it. The things that happened to people here... Sometimes it was too much to bear, and there was nothing he could do to help them.
He wished he could talk to his friends, but he felt cut off from them. After what had happened with Diarmuid, he was less inclined to reach out to other people. He'd never been much good with people. He was better at writing, at taking pictures, at being on his own. Getting close to people hurt. Thinking of Diarmuid hurt, and it was confusing besides. He was still angry at Diarmuid, and he felt strangely warm and agitated when thinking of him. Was the curse lingering? Or was it something else?
He sighed. He thought about Aoi for a few moments, but that only made him feel worse. She wasn't here. He missed her, but he didn't want her here. He wouldn't have been able to bear seeing her in that kind of agony. It was hard enough, seeing what had happened to everyone else. He hoped Sakura was all right. He'd have to find Sakura.
Kariya closed his eyes. Maybe if he wished himself away, he would disappear. He knew that was a foolish thought, and he knew he was feeling sorry for himself, but he couldn't seem to stop.