someday under the rain.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting at a table in the library, restless and twirling a pen inbetween his fingers.he has to pause for a moment, wondering aloud.]

What's so great about being a demon? I guess I understand dying, I'm used to it now...

[he sighs--back to writing.]

Comments

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[suddenly! a sora.]

You're his boyfriend, right?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[urk! almost jumps, before looking over at him.]

... what? If you're asking if I'm the boyfriend of the Roxas that's currently petitioning people to kill him, yes. I am.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he smiles weakly and politely holds out a hand.]

Nice to meet you. I'm his brother.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[goes to take his hand--and notices the cigarette burn, chuckling afterwards. he grasps Sora's hand.]

Nice to meet you... again. Rikus all blend together into one group, so I guess you wouldn't remember me.

[that scar on his elbow is still there, though, somewhat noticeable.]

correct html would be nice.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he takes a shot in the dark.]

The one who gave me tissues, right?

ah, html. so moody sometimes. fjska;lf and userpics, wtf

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... laughs softly.]

I guess your memory's better than I'd thought.

html is a pmsing woman. so are icons.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Yeah, hah...

[his gaze drops.]

Is he going to be okay?

ffffff i knew it. html and mother nature have their little pmsing club

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[pauses, and sucks in a breath, looking away.]

... he did it once, already. I was the one who killed him, though, so I don't know if it'll happen again if someone else kills him.

[frowns.]

He refused to have someone kill him in other means that wasn't slitting his throat, because that might be the trick to sending him down to Hell. If that's true...

[trails off and shakes his head.]

I believe in him.

oh shit. we just figured out blue's clues.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[presses a hand lightly over his eyes.]

I'm so scared...

\o/

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[sighs, and puts a hand over Sora's.]

You have every reason to be, but I think he'd rather you believe in him and stay safe.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he sniffs to combat the urge to cry again.]

I haven't seen him in so long and he's already leaving again.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

He'll come back to you.

[speaks knowingly, without a falter.]

People that care about others always do. He cares about you. Believe me when I say I know that.

1/2

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he breathes a deep sigh through his nose.]

I have my fingers crossed...

[quavering.livejournal.com]

... he told me to stay with you.

[he's not sure if Riku knew that already or if this was news to him.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[there's a brief five seconds of surprise, but it fades away quickly.]

... I guess that shouldn't be surprising. He knows I'd protect you above all else, and I don't have a problem with it.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

He said Riku, our Riku, promised to kill me.

[there's a bewildered expression on his face.]

So he didn't want me alone...

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[at the bewildered expression, he nods.]

I doubt he's lying--don't worry. I'll keep by you, but I'll give you privacy too.

... mostly because my bed is mine alone.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Then do I sleep in my own room...?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Don't you wa--

[stops suddenly, and thinks. Roxas would be pretty obsessive, now that he thinks about it...]

... lock your door at night. Make sure it's locked. Do you have a room already?

[quavering.livejournal.com]

I've been kind of migrating around.

[scratches at the back of his head.]

Picking new ones with each night.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... puts a finger against his lips.]

That's actually pretty smart.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

... it is?

[blink.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[nods.]

If he does already know you're here, he'd probably go to your room--but if you change locations daily, he won't be able to pin you down.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[... oh. guess that was pretty smart.]

So I should keep changing rooms?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[nods.]

Just... tell me where you are if you can find me, and lock your door.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Where's your room? So I can find you...

[glances around the library.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

It's near the gym, if you know that.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he gets a distantly thoughtful expression on his face. the gym, the gym...]

... Nope.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... chuckles.]

Once you get out of here, it's five doors down, on the opposite wall.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he turns, mimicking what it would be like to take the route Riku described.]

Okay. I think I've got it.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

I'll probably be in here until you go to sleep, anyway.

[shakes his head.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Night owl?

[manages half a smile.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[there's pain behind his smile.]

You could say that.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he catches that and his own smirk fades.]

I remember those nights... spent mostly studying.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[nods, eyes on his papers.]

... I remember them too.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he tilts his head, watching him.]

Did you study, too?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Mmhm. Used to like it, too.

[quiet.]

[quavering.livejournal.com]

... something the matter?

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[glances at him, and then shakes his head, forcing a smile to his face.]

You just remind me of my best friend, is all.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Ah--.. oh.

[tucks a lock of hair behind his ear.]

Sorry.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[sighs softly.]

It's not a bad thing at all. I'm just worried about him.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

Is he back home?

[he finally gathers up enough courage to stand closer to him, leaning against the desk.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[nods. ]

Hopefully, studying and having fun with Kairi, like things should be.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[his expression is depressed, to say the least.]

... I hope they're okay.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[small nod.]

Me too.

[he forces himself to lighten up and smiles at him.]

--I can cook, if you're hungry.

[quavering.livejournal.com]

[he hasn't eaten since breakfast and he was starting to feel a little queasy...]

If you'd let me help, sure.