just a passing phase

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[this is not a rare sight lately: Roxas sitting curled up in a chair in a corner of one of the common rooms. around the chair lies a massive amount of books on the most diverse subjects, ranging from How To Care For Your Horse to Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment.

there are pieces of paper sticking out of nearly all of them, marking the page he read before giving up and picking up the next book. there's a cup of now cold coffee and an open notebook on the table next to the chair.

he's not slept for days, fearing the strange dreams, fearing his now empty room. he's staring off into space, whispering to himself.
if you listen closely, you might hear the following, repeated again and again:]

The cake is a lie.



[ooc: he's not exactly built to be able to deal with emotional or psychological stress. and something (someone?) has been messing with his dreams.

edit: finally back :D.]

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[sane-as-me.livejournal.com]

Roxas?

[had gone to see if the section of the library that she'd found containing Hogwarts books had updated yet, but her attention gets drawn to him instead.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he barely seems to register Olette's presence, but he stops whispering, blinking slowly.]

had been going* I win at grammar

[sane-as-me.livejournal.com]

Are you feeling alright?

[frowning and looking him over carefully. the answer is obviously no, but she wants to hear what he says, if he says anything at all.]

grammar is evil

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[the notebook might grab her attention, then. it might provide further clues to his behavior.]

Mm. Fine.

It hates me.

[sane-as-me.livejournal.com]

[spies that notebook, reading through it with a sigh.]

Oh dear... Roxas, would you like something to drink?

[enlarging that pack she always carries with her now, digging through it for a calming potion.]

maybe grammar is having a bad day?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he runs a hand through his hair and it looks rather like he's trying to dig his fingers into his skull.]

No. 'm fine.

[he won't drink anything given to him.]

Maybe someone needs to buy it flowers.

[sane-as-me.livejournal.com]

Are you certain? It will help calm your thoughts.

[removes two potion vials, neither of which are the kinds of healing potions normally used around here, and shrinks her pack again.]

grammar is single and depressed because valentine's coming up? D:

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he nods faintly and looks away dismissively, hoping it will discourage her.]

I guess I should invite it to a single's party.

[sane-as-me.livejournal.com]

[hums thoughtfully.]

And what if it would give you a sleep without dreaming?

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[Walking by, he hears you.]

Since when?

[Kind of teasing him.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[that caught his attention and he looks doubtful, but directly at her.]

It might be a lie.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he quiets down and looks strangely at Roxas.]

Always. Everything always ever.

[sane-as-me.livejournal.com]

It's not, I promise. I've used it before, too, and didn't have a single dream that night.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he's silent for a while, thinking.]

This might be another dream. You might want to poison me.

[sane-as-me.livejournal.com]

[she looks briefly hurt, if only because she wants him to see the reaction to that accusation.]

I would never poison you, Roxas.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Of course you'd say that.

[looks away.]

Doesn't matter. I want to sleep.

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

...huh?

[Gives him an odd look. He hasn't known him long, but he doubts this isn't how he normally acts.]

[sane-as-me.livejournal.com]

[sighs and pats his knee.]

You'll feel better after a good, dreamless rest.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[was that all?
he reaches out for the cup of coffee, his hand trembling. he tries to grab the cup but misses and tries again. and again.]

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

[Sighs and walks over picking up the cup of coffee to observe how he reacts.]

You okay?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Death is dreamless. Lasts longer too.

[sane-as-me.livejournal.com]

Well I'm not planning on killing you.

[opens the vial and holds it out for him.]

Here. It should give you, oh... ten hours? Of perfectly peaceful sleep.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[his eyelid twitches, but that might just be another sign of the nervous breakdown.]

's my cup. Don't.

[forgotten-uses.livejournal.com]

Don't what?

[Tilts it in his hand so the coffee looks ready to pour out at the rim with a relaxed look.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he fumbles, trying to 'catch' the vial and eventually succeeds. he trembles and brings it to his lips. a tear of relief slides down his cheek when he downs the liquid.]