花村陽介 ⋅ Yosuke Hanamura (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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asgardmeridiem2014-11-26 11:06 pm
windbreak) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-11-26 11:06 pm
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to those who really make your life worthwhile [closed]
Who: Maribelle and Yosuke
What: Is everyone sick of talking about attempted murders? Because there is totally more talking to do about attempted murders.
When: Hella backdated to D531 evening, the day after this rubbish, because what is my life :|b
Where: The Freya welcome hall, initially
Rating: PG-13 for teenagers, as ever.
In the end, he took her home and left her there. It was one of those ideas that seem sensible at the time, when you don't know how long this godawful fog is going to linger, how close half the people over at the hospital must be to flipping out in just the same way, how far you can trust yourself after checking that she's breathing and nothing is broken. In the cold light of day, even the little of it that earlier managed to peek out through the pouring rain, it breaks down completely. That's why he's back. It's why he's nervous, too.
In the end, he still hasn't gotten around to straightening out the clusterfuck of yesterday in his head, let alone figuring out who to blame. Part of him still hopes it was one long bad dream. He's had bad dreams like that. It would be so much easier to stomach - way easier than thinking about all the other times he's run into walls that looked like easy ways out.
In the end, he knocks on her door long before he's finished psyching himself up, but it's not as if he can take it back after that.
"Maribelle?"
What: Is everyone sick of talking about attempted murders? Because there is totally more talking to do about attempted murders.
When: Hella backdated to D531 evening, the day after this rubbish, because what is my life :|b
Where: The Freya welcome hall, initially
Rating: PG-13 for teenagers, as ever.
In the end, he took her home and left her there. It was one of those ideas that seem sensible at the time, when you don't know how long this godawful fog is going to linger, how close half the people over at the hospital must be to flipping out in just the same way, how far you can trust yourself after checking that she's breathing and nothing is broken. In the cold light of day, even the little of it that earlier managed to peek out through the pouring rain, it breaks down completely. That's why he's back. It's why he's nervous, too.
In the end, he still hasn't gotten around to straightening out the clusterfuck of yesterday in his head, let alone figuring out who to blame. Part of him still hopes it was one long bad dream. He's had bad dreams like that. It would be so much easier to stomach - way easier than thinking about all the other times he's run into walls that looked like easy ways out.
In the end, he knocks on her door long before he's finished psyching himself up, but it's not as if he can take it back after that.
"Maribelle?"