the worst luck

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[someone's wiping at his eyes and cursing, trying to figure out where he should go since his last choice was downright abysmal. he's currently looking rather worse for wear, shaky and red-eyed. anyone he passes he tries not to look at, eventually giving up and huddling in a chair in a corner]

I shouldn't have ever believed anything he said, anything he did. It's just like everyone else and I should've known it. Shouldn't have listened or cared or c...

[he won't admit he was crying so much that his head hurts, his pride's not allowing that, and he's grumbling to himself because he's really got no one to turn to with this]

All those things he said were just flowery fucking lies. He wasn't different. Wonder if he had that scheduled or just decided to fuck around with the first person he saw.

...It's not my problem.

[and now he's tugging at something he was wearing around his wrist]

I'm tired of it hurting already.


[ooc: Taking place after this and this. Roxas had the misfortune of hiding in the wrong room]

Comments

[bottomsforall.livejournal.com]

Roxas...

[a;slkjf;a knows he's fucked up, eyes wide as he stares at the other, and his own start to burn]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[just pretends he's too occupied with prying that collar off his wrist, wishing he didn't look the way he does]

[bottomsforall.livejournal.com]

Rox, damnit, look at me.

[;lak can't help but move over, kneeling in front of him]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

Hell do you want.

[still doing his best not to look at him, fumbling with the collar more]

[bottomsforall.livejournal.com]

Roxas, please.

Just fucking listen to me.

[tries to stop him]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[and he's fighting, not that he's his most graceful now]

I listened more than I should have already.

[bottomsforall.livejournal.com]

You heard what I said to him? That I thought I fucking loved you?

[oh so quiet]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[hands a handkerchief.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[starts, but relaxes a little when it's at least not the one he's currently out of sorts about]

...Thanks.

[temptes to just hide his face in the thing]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry for what you went through.

... I know how you feel.

[he gives a small nod, then decides it might be time to just get out and leave him alone. turns to leave.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

This place is fucked up.

[looks down at the handkerchief after he's dried his face]

I'll uh...wash this.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he waves a hand, keeping his distance and readjusting his broken arm.]

You don't have to. I figure you'll probably need it, this place seems to be pretty...

[he sighs and runs his hand through his hair.]

... awful. I can't find another word for it.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

It's that at least.

[currently twisting the thing in his hands]

Wish I wasn't in this place. Back home I knew what I was doing.

[insideofhim.livejournal.com]

[a voice rings inside of Roxas' head, a little shaky and frightened.]

Hello ...?

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[looks around warily - with his luck that can't be good. course not seeing anything fails to help]

...What?

[insideofhim.livejournal.com]

I-I'm sorry for the inconvenience... I haven't been able to keep track of my Sora, and I'm too tired to drift anymore...

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

I'm uh...a bit lost here. Where are you?

[insideofhim.livejournal.com]

Inside of your head... a parasite, if you will. Do you know where the Sora with the 'imaginary friend' is?

I'm sorry for bothering you at a time like this.

[he can feel the turmoil pulsing through him.]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head slowly]

Haven't met him. That one yours?

S'fine, not sure anything'd make it worse. Safe to the head might make it better if anything.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[putting two and two together after spotting the collar and remembering how Riku had said he thought he loved a Roxas who didn't want him anymore, and he's swearing... a lot]

Ah, fuck.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

You again, huh?

[his tone's plain flat because he's got nothing left ot put into it presently]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he runs a tired hand through his hair, his voice lacking its usual bite]

I-I'm sorry.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

What for?

[is looking at the floor now, what a nice floor]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[gives him a pointed look, even if he can't see it]

You know what I'm talking about.

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

He told me I don't care.

[can tell he's being watched but just doesn't find it in him to react to that]