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destinystrings2013-12-28 09:37 pm
trainwrecking) wrote in destinystrings2013-12-28 09:37 pm
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Where can I go from here?
Who: Yuzuru Otonashi and OPEN.
Where: On on of the lit-up main roads on a snowy day: backdated to the 26th!
Summary: Otonashi is trying to honor a lost loved one's memory, collect himself after the Shadow event, and move forward.
Warnings: (P...ossible talk of character death? I guess that's always a disclaimer with these losers.)
[He wouldn't shed tears, he told himself. That isn't what she would have wanted for him, but the small snack cake in his hand? His late sister would have loved that. She probably would have urged him to try some.
Weary after donating blood just an hour before, it's in his best interest to oblige. The taste is forgettable -- or maybe he just isn't paying it any mind.
Sitting beside him on the bench is a rather large chocolate cake, (a gift with no owner now, regrettably) along with a couple of other small boxes and something wrapped in a damp envelope. His intent had once been to give these items out, but after his first rejected gift, his plans had changed somewhat. The redhead found himself sitting here instead, taking in the sight of people walking in the dimly lit roads. The warm, white lights had yet to be taken down, cheerfully glimmering on the falling snow. Children of all ages took part in an increasingly aggressive snowball fight in the park nearby, their laughter and yelling crystal clear even from here.
He had been so afraid of his memories and of the truth -- any truth -- that he can't help but desire to fold into himself to think. Nothing but snow and unclaimed gifts accompany him. Maybe he should get going; he needs to pawn off this dumb cake.
Will you bum cake off him? (Seriously he won't eat this thing..!) Tell him to move so you can park your butt on that bench instead? Throw a snowball (rude!)?]
((I will be finishing up Shadow stuff and tagging into more people's event stuff still! But I wanted something easy + an excuse for him to have gifts to give, if... he can get over his first spectacularly failed gift attempt.))
Where: On on of the lit-up main roads on a snowy day: backdated to the 26th!
Summary: Otonashi is trying to honor a lost loved one's memory, collect himself after the Shadow event, and move forward.
Warnings: (P...ossible talk of character death? I guess that's always a disclaimer with these losers.)
[He wouldn't shed tears, he told himself. That isn't what she would have wanted for him, but the small snack cake in his hand? His late sister would have loved that. She probably would have urged him to try some.
Weary after donating blood just an hour before, it's in his best interest to oblige. The taste is forgettable -- or maybe he just isn't paying it any mind.
Sitting beside him on the bench is a rather large chocolate cake, (a gift with no owner now, regrettably) along with a couple of other small boxes and something wrapped in a damp envelope. His intent had once been to give these items out, but after his first rejected gift, his plans had changed somewhat. The redhead found himself sitting here instead, taking in the sight of people walking in the dimly lit roads. The warm, white lights had yet to be taken down, cheerfully glimmering on the falling snow. Children of all ages took part in an increasingly aggressive snowball fight in the park nearby, their laughter and yelling crystal clear even from here.
He had been so afraid of his memories and of the truth -- any truth -- that he can't help but desire to fold into himself to think. Nothing but snow and unclaimed gifts accompany him. Maybe he should get going; he needs to pawn off this dumb cake.
Will you bum cake off him? (Seriously he won't eat this thing..!) Tell him to move so you can park your butt on that bench instead? Throw a snowball (rude!)?]
((I will be finishing up Shadow stuff and tagging into more people's event stuff still! But I wanted something easy + an excuse for him to have gifts to give, if... he can get over his first spectacularly failed gift attempt.))
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Hinata... What don't I understand? [He hesitates, but only briefly before he lays a gentle hand on the other boy's shoulder. It's followed by reaching for Hinata's shielding hand, a soft attempt to pull it aside.]
Come on, why would I judge you for this? It's really okay.
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[It's always a strange thing to see him cry... it's like a terrible storm rolling in on a nice, sunny day.]
S-sorry, I just... [He chokes on a sob, shaking his head, as if to chase away a thought.] I'm s-so lonely...
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[The guilt settles heavily into his voice, threatening to crack it under the weight. Feelings of shame, of empathy, of self-loathe for his own failure to see the obvious come flooding in. His heart aches.
All those times had been cries for attention, and all he had done was taken it at surface value. He had made a joke out of Hinata's plea for companionship, figuring that someone like Hinata could easily shake off loneliness. After all, Hinata wasn't like Otonashi: Hinata had better social skills. Hinata had confidence. Hinata had a great smile and a way to make someone feel wanted (perhaps sometimes too much so). When he mistook that post for an awkward younger teenager's or even a child's based on the terrible chatspeak, he had been tender. Once he knew it was Hinata, it was joke fodder.
That image of Hinata desperately seeking someone to listen sends another pang into his chest. It's a terribly lonely thought.]
All along, it's like I haven't learned a thing... You've been trying, and I-- I never never thought, I didn't even consider... I don't think telling you that I'm sorry would even mean anything.
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[He pulls in a shuddering breath, gripping tightly at the other boy's shirt as he bites back another wave of emotion. That rejected cake... had Otonashi been suffering the same loneliness? Had Hinata's attempt to give him space ended up hurting both of them?]
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[He allows Hinata as much physical contact as he wants or apparently needs. Anyone who needed a hug or consolation would get it, if Otonashi has anything to say about it. However, seeing the other boy's hands red with the dryness and irritation of the cold--
He takes one, rubbing it to try to get stimulate the bloodflow, then goes for the other.
Idiot can't dress himself. Death and sickness are real consequences here.]
Hey...
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Y-yeah..? [He backs off just a little, just so he isn't clinging onto Otonashi like a baby. The last thing he wants to do is chase the redhead into hiding again. What had started this anyway? Was it the Taurus sickness..? That felt like a lifetime ago to him, so why hadn't Otonashi come back..?]
yeah we talk about his room being horrible all the time so if it's not cool I'll kill it
His eyes happen upon that damning lotion by the bed, but hesitates, eventually reaching the conclusion that it might be kinder to play it off rather than make a scene right now. So instead of getting it himself (and risking a freakout on either end), he rests his hands on Hinata's shoulders.]
Why don't you rub some lotion on those. [It's... spoken cautiously and innocently.]
You can't open your gift and we can't pull an all-nighter with your hands looking like that. You know -- o-only if you don't mind me staying the night.
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Lotion? But I don't hav- [Wait. Oh. Ohhhhh. The tops of his ears go pink with embarrassment when he realizes what the redhead is suggesting, lavender eyes drifting over to the incriminating bottle.] O-of course I don't mind, but I would've cleaned up if I'd known... haha...
[His walk is a little stiff as he goes to sit on the bed, shakily applying some of the sweet smelling lotion to the backs of his dry hands. His face seems to be stuck that same shade of red... He wasn't expecting company, usually he puts that stuff away.]