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[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[Right now there is a Nobody wandering the halls, and he doesn't look to be in great shape. But it's ... well ... interesting shape.

He's barely even half-clothed, for one. No shirt, no shoes - just black pants, the top button of which is undone, and they ride low enough on his hips to show just a whisper of blond hair. And his skin shows all the signs of really rough, passionate sex. He's got hickeys everywhere, scratches and bruises and welts. It'll look like he got in a fight with a goddamn big pissed off cat to the uninitiated.

Without a shirt on, that big, black, machinery-lined hole in his chest is visible too, with its thick silver white scarring matting the skin surrounding it.

And then there's just ... the look on his face. He was sort of wandering, obviously aimless, but eventually he stops, just leaning against a wall and pressing a hand to his temple. Not to mention he's shaking, staring at the ground with wide eyes.

After a moment he just sinks down into a crouch, doubling over, holding his head in both hands as his shaking gets worse.]

What have I done?


(ooc; what is timeline. anyway, see what hatesex with xurik will do to you, kiddies.)

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[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[............bzuh?]

Roxas?

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[He flinches away from the voice and says nothing.]

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[heads over, throwing a Cure at him out of habit. injured person = Cure, always.]

What happened?

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[he flinches again, more violently, actually falling back to sit on the floor. he does not look up, but with one hand now on the floor for balance, a bit of his expression is revealed - and he's got a twisted snarl of a grimace on his face.

the Cure clears away most of the cuts and bruises and welts - after all, those were just superficial marks. but that does nothing for the hole in his chest or the shaking in his limbs. his voice comes out low and dark and rough.]

I fucked up.

[island-hero.livejournal.com]

[stops a little ways away, crouching down so he's not standing over Roxas- he hates standing over people, especially when they're injured. and he's trying really really hard not to stare, and doing a pretty good job of it.]

What do you mean?

[floralcia.livejournal.com]

... you okay?

[You caught the attention of a resident moe. Peeks at him, concerned. Does he need a Curaga?]

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[h-holy god that voice. is that...?

A Namine. he stares at her in abject horror, but for some reason can't bring himself to move.]

[floralcia.livejournal.com]

[Kneels down next to him, giving him a Curaga for good measure, before making two large leaves grow, enough to wrap themselves around him and cover him because under dressed. >:]

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[Well, the Curaga helps him stop looking like the victim of a mountain lion attack, anyway. But the leaves? Startle the hell out of him, his eyes going a bit wild around the edges like he's just going to fucking run for it.

but with a bit of a struggle he convinces himself they're not a threat and stays still. after a few shaky breaths he tries looking at her again, but it doesn't help. the feeling of shame hits him like a truck, so strongly that he actually flushes. it's splotchy and unattractive and turns his ears red and he just stares at the floor instead, grimacing.]

[floralcia.livejournal.com]

[Withdraws the leaves then if they freak him out, opting to shrug out the jacket she's wearing instead and drapes it over his shoulder in an effort to keep him warm.]

Can you walk? Let's move you to a room.

[captive_destiny]

[this one certainly recognizes those marks for what they are. if he knew how to cure he would, but he can't so...]

Do you need help?

[he's giving you quite a bit of space, given who you look like. that hole in your chest is something else entirely that unnerves him]

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[A Riku. Roxas instinctively flinches, staring around for the source of the voice, then calms a bit when he takes in how young the kid looks. not his Riku.

... but still. he looks at him a moment longer, then ducks his head back down and gives it a shake. no.]

[captive_destiny]

[that's an all-too familiar reaction, though it's strange to see it in someone else. he tries to keep his voice neutral, as though it doesn't really bother him]

You can't just stay in the hall like this. Come on.

[here, he's even offering you a hand up.]

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

... [lucky thing he has a soft spot for Rikus. Wordlessly he takes the other's hand and stands, though it takes him a moment to meet the other's gaze. there's something strangely challenging about it, as if daring him, just daring him to comment on his appearance, to say some unkind or judgmental word.]

[captive_destiny]

[there's nothing like that in his expression, guarded as it is. as soon as you're standing on your own he lets go and starts walking, slowly in case Roxas is sore]

There's a bathroom nearby with potions in it. None of that looks like it will leave a scar, so you're lucky.

[there's a tone of acceptance to his voice, as though things like this happen every day]

[dawnward.livejournal.com]

[Riku's openly startled when he sees Roxas. his never witnessed his friend in such a condition before, and for the first seconds he's almost--

but then the look on Roxas' face hits home, and Riku is rushing to his side]

Roxas...Roxas! What happened? Are you alright?

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[that voice. not that voice. why... how does Riku always, always find him?

he flinches away so hard he actually falls back, half-sprawling out on the floor. stuck in this position he can't hide his face at all, and the grief written large all over his expression is awful to look at.]

[dawnward.livejournal.com]

[...no.

no, Roxas is not alright.

Riku's beside him in an instant, kneeling, taking his arm]

It's okay, I've got you. Come on. [he tries to lift him, to get him somewhere more private]

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[shitshitshitshit. for a brief instant Roxas nearly indulges the impulse to tear his arm away from him, to just get away and not look back. but he doesn't do it, can't bring himself to, and the second that impulse passes the grief and crushing guilt move in, and his expression breaks. he tries to say something, anything, but his voice cracks and all that comes out is a sob. but he complies, letting Riku lift him up. he's certainly not going to do it on his own.]

[dawnward.livejournal.com]

[a horrible sense of dread is clawing its way through Riku's heart. it frightens him.

he puts Roxas' arm around his shoulder, helping him down the hall. their destination is the room that Riku has picked out. nothing fancy. a lot like his quarters at Hollow Bastion, honestly.

he keeps glancing at Roxas' face. he wants to ask, knows he has to...but...]

Because I don't throw him at enough people.

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

[a shaking Roxas? That can't be good. he'll just stop and crouch down in front of you, good sir.]

Hey, what's wrong?

oh god the brain break

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[ ... what are you. he stares, because he knows you're not another Roxas, but ... what. ]

Yay? XD

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

[he's a bit used to that, male Namine's aren't exactly common.]

I suppose it's pointless to ask if you're okay, it's obvious you're not. Do you need anything?

/o/

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

... who are you?

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

Nami. And you're a Roxas. Want me to get you a potion or something?