something i can never have.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[rubbing his hand all over his face, he looks well worn from the latest happenings in his own little world and now he just ... wants to unwind and pass out somewhere. wherever he ends up. his destination is set for the kitchen, feet moving silently.]

Comments

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

You look like hell, little one.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

I'm fine ... and I'm not that little.

[honestly doesn't think seventeen qualifies as little, but ah ... not enough care to fight about it. the other's appearance makes his chest ache, so he walks faster.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I didn't realize that walking around in a stupor qualified as fine these days.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

You never know in this place. Look, I'm not looking for conversation ... I just wanna relax by myself. I've done enough talking.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[nods, turning on his heel]

If you need a distraction later, let me know.

[twinchakram.livejournal.com]

'Nooo, the cute one's sad!'

Maybe he needs some cheering up?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

... I'm fine.

[god, where are you, and if so, why are you torturing this poor kid's broken soul.]

[twinchakram.livejournal.com]

No you're not~

'You can't fool us.'

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Go away, please. I'm really not in the mood.

[twinchakram.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine.

'Feel better, cute little Sora~'

[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[it looks like someone's going to have to postpone building his sandwich.]

Looking for something?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[points to the cabinet at Riku's feet.]

[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[oh, that cabinet. he's aware, but playing dumb.]

Need something out of there?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I do.

[eyes him. he's nothing cheerful, he knows, just knows he's being completely ignorant with the situation he's in.]

[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[that's enough pleasantries. blithely resumes making a stack of meat and something leafy.]

... and you're how old?

[traitorousfire.livejournal.com]

... [sighs]

I'm not gonna hang around to bother you. I just wanted... to apologize to you. That's all I'm here for. I'll leave you alone now.

I'm sorry, Sora.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. It was my fault for feeding into what I wanted when I knew it was wrong.

[c-can't find it in himself to look at him as he speaks though.]

[locked]

[traitorousfire.livejournal.com]

It's not your fault at all. We both wanted it, didn't we?

I may have royally fucked up, but I don't regret what we had. [pauses] ... do you regret it?

[locked]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

But we both knew it was bad. We both knew there were consequences but I disregarded my morals, and you disregarded your upcoming marriage.

I ... I don't. But that doesn't mean this isn't all so screwed up. I just ... selfishly wish this could've happened a long, long time ago.

[locked]

[traitorousfire.livejournal.com]

I know. It's my fault for still pressing despite that. You wouldn't have had any morals to deal with if I hadn't disregarded everything.

Mm, I know. I wish it had too. Things wouldn't be so screwed up then.

[lostrefugee.livejournal.com]

(another person in the kitchen, eating a PB+J sandwich)

Hey, are you okay?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[just sighs, waving flippantly.]

Nothing I can't handle.

[lostrefugee.livejournal.com]

You sure?

(she's trying not to sound rude)

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Yup.

[he's not.]

[lostrefugee.livejournal.com]

(frown. she's pretty sure something's wrong, but she doesn't know this guy, and it seems personal)

You don't want to talk about it?