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[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Namine is just walking down the hall, eyes downcast and a blank frown on her face. Her dress is stained with fresh blood, her hands are covered in it, and there's smudges along her arms and legs, though the way it's splattered proves it's not hers. Her tear-stained cheeks are shiny from the small stream of silent tears that are falling and she doesn't even bother to wipe them away as she makes her way towards her room.]

[ooc; sunrisingly is dead.]

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[sundowningly.livejournal.com]

[Guess who else is on his way to his room? And it is just one hall over from hers. He stops and stares when he sees her though.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't even notice him, still staring at the ground.]

[sundowningly.livejournal.com]

[Speaks softly when she's close enough to hear.]

...Namine?

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Stops and slowly looks up at him. She doesn't say anything, just stares.]

[sundowningly.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[He has a feeling he knows which Namine she is.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Just looking at another Riku- older or not- is hard and she just walks forward a bit before sobbing quietly and slumping against the wall.]

[sundowningly.livejournal.com]

[Hurries over, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.]

Are you physically hurt?

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[She's crying harder now, but she shakes her head, wrapping her arms around her chest as if trying to fill that horrible, empty feeling she has.]

[sundowningly.livejournal.com]

[Slowly, cautiously pulls her into a hug. She probably needs one, but being around him may just upset her more.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[No, that's exactly what she needed. She clings tightly to him, crying it all out. Sorry, his shirt is probably going to get soaked.]

/last tag, really >>

[sundowningly.livejournal.com]

[And that's perfectly okay with him. He'll stay right here and hold her as long as she needs him to.]

goodnight xD;

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Which will probably be a while. I hope he didn't have any plans.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he notices her (and the blood, more than anything) and hurries over. excuse him if he stares for a while.]

What happened?

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

R-Riku's... gone.

[Of course, that could be any Riku, but. she's a bit too distracted to specify.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[asdjjkf

he freaks out to the point of just staring blankly at her.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Thanks, Roxas, that helps :| Namine tries to keep walking, but she's shaking too badly to really go anywhere, so she just leans against the wall and slides down onto the ground to cry harder.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he hurries to her, crouches down and puts an arm around her shoulder. he can't afford to panic now that she need his help.]

Come on. Let's get you cleaned up.

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Stays still for a moment, but finally nods a little and sniffles.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he helps her up and gets her to a bathroom.]

Sit down.

[he walks her over to sit on the edge of the bathtub before he reaches for a towel.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[And she does as she's told, just staring down at the ground in front of her.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he starts to wipe at the bloodstains, but soon realizes he's just making it worse by smearing them like that. so he fills the sink with water and dips the towel into it before trying to clean her up again.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[Namine stays still, trying to make it easier on him. After quite a bit of silence, she whispers-]

They always come back, right? The people who leave?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[...he really, really wishes he could say yes to that, and his hesitance should be answer enough. he just keeps wiping at her arms and hands, occasionally dipping the small towel in the water, which is now pink.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

H-He has to come back. H-He will...

[Chokes up at the thought of him not coming back and lets out a shaky breath.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[n-nods.]

Most people do. I did. D-don't worry.

[he moves on to washing her legs, then they'll have to get her some clean clothes.]