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asgardmeridiem2012-03-29 10:47 am
starryguyed) wrote in asgardmeridiem2012-03-29 10:47 am
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[OPEN] Life can be lived alone
Who: Tsukiko Yahisa (starryguyed) and YOU
What: Sad girl in partly-cloudy temperatures
When: Day 59, any time of the day you so prefer
Where: Gefion Park
Rating: PG-13
[ so she's been smiling. It's nothing new; Tsukiko tends to keep a smile up, one as strong as possible, because she's had the habit ever since she was little. It wasn't as though she always forced it. Just, lately, she's been catching herself with a quick reminder to keep her lips turned up.
Except when she's alone.
And she is now, isn't she? She stands there, gazing out over the lake without really seeing it, probably close enough to fall in if she leans out any more. And Suzuya isn't there, and Tsubasa isn't there, and Kanata isn't there.
Why? She'd asked and one of the gods - pretty, long hair, Suzuya probably would have known which one - had answered. Those who left had either been lost track of, or hadn't been suited for the salvation of this world.
But Suzuya was incredibly kind and reliable, where you couldn't help but trust in him. Tsubasa, for all of his crazy explosions, had always been something of a genius in her eyes. And Kanata, who always fought and had been stronger than he - or she - might have realized-- why were they gone? Why was she the only one left? She wasn't anything special, and the only thing that had marked her as such back home had been her gender. But that shouldn't matter here.
There's a growing lump in her throat now as she presses her lips together and lowers her head to hide beneath her bangs. No. No, no, no, she isn't going to cry, she doesn't want to feel hopeless about this.
Approach, push into the lake, stare, ignore, your choice. ]
starryguyed) and YOUWhat: Sad girl in partly-cloudy temperatures
When: Day 59, any time of the day you so prefer
Where: Gefion Park
Rating: PG-13
[ so she's been smiling. It's nothing new; Tsukiko tends to keep a smile up, one as strong as possible, because she's had the habit ever since she was little. It wasn't as though she always forced it. Just, lately, she's been catching herself with a quick reminder to keep her lips turned up.
Except when she's alone.
And she is now, isn't she? She stands there, gazing out over the lake without really seeing it, probably close enough to fall in if she leans out any more. And Suzuya isn't there, and Tsubasa isn't there, and Kanata isn't there.
Why? She'd asked and one of the gods - pretty, long hair, Suzuya probably would have known which one - had answered. Those who left had either been lost track of, or hadn't been suited for the salvation of this world.
But Suzuya was incredibly kind and reliable, where you couldn't help but trust in him. Tsubasa, for all of his crazy explosions, had always been something of a genius in her eyes. And Kanata, who always fought and had been stronger than he - or she - might have realized-- why were they gone? Why was she the only one left? She wasn't anything special, and the only thing that had marked her as such back home had been her gender. But that shouldn't matter here.
There's a growing lump in her throat now as she presses her lips together and lowers her head to hide beneath her bangs. No. No, no, no, she isn't going to cry, she doesn't want to feel hopeless about this.
Approach, push into the lake, stare, ignore, your choice. ]
Haha, now I have an edit button. xD
I can only talk to you like this.
edit buttons are godly
[ so had he tapped her to get her attention? Well, now she just feels silly. ]
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It's okay. I'm sorry I scared you. [Not really, but oh well.] Anyways, what are you doing out here?
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There's just something peaceful about being out by a lake. The wind feels nicer out here.
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Oh geez he has enough of that stuff as it--Considering his function is to teach and judge how much a certain person handles pain, he's a little bit baffled by the sudden rush of feelings. He'll have to make a mental note to despise that smile if this is how she always feels.]
You looked sad when I saw you.