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[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[ If anyone heard the shattering of glass that came from one of the lounge rooms, that would be Riku knocking over a lamp. And if anyone were to peek inside, they'd see her leaning against a wall, one hand grasping the front of her shirt. The other hangs limply at her side as she tries to control her breathing.

Some people might sense the abrupt spike of darkness in the room. Riku may not have gotten the chance to be possessed, but all of that nurturing from Maleficent didn't magically disappear when she arrived. It just needed a push. ]

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[island-hero.livejournal.com]

...Riku?

[peeking in looking worried.]

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[looks up sharply, voice strained.]

Sora?

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[heads inside, frowning.]

What happened?

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[straightens, shaking her head and trying to look like she isn't in pain.]

Knocked over a lamp.

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[....crosses his arms.]

And what happened before that?

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[grits her teeth.]

Nothing? I tripped.

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[clearly disbelieving.]

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

Come on, Sora. You should know about that.

[looks down at the mess of glass, mostly to hide a wince.]

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

You seemed fine last time I saw you...

[heading closer now.]

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

I am fine.

[though she's avoiding looking at him.]

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? Look me in the eyes and say that, then.

[still disbelieving!]

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[she does, looking up with something of a mild glare. it's mostly from pain.]

I'm fine.

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

You don't look it.

[so there.]

[vestsandbelts.livejournal.com]

[... someone is, and thankfully, he's mostly in control of his. have him peek in with a frown.]

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't even pay attention, glaring pretty fiercely at the ground.]

[vestsandbelts.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[lounging in the doorway, now.]

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[that makes her straighten.]

What?

[vestsandbelts.livejournal.com]

What's the problem.

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[frowns.]

Isn't one.

[vestsandbelts.livejournal.com]

Really? 'cause it doesn't seem like it.

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[tries not to lean against the wall too much.]

What, do you care?

[vestsandbelts.livejournal.com]

Yup.

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

Why?

[vestsandbelts.livejournal.com]

Because I feel like it. And what you're giving off is dangerous.

[darkenedshore.livejournal.com]

[pff.]

Then leave.