999rp Asks:
kanny-west Said:
Yeah you can go get a new June.
((anons please, please, please don’t start an “aoi is a coward for attempting suicide” meme. D: there’s room for debate in topics like the aoi and hongou relationship, but suicide is a complex issue and lkafkjafsjklasjklafsklj please show some compassion))
((I don’t think they were doing that? Unless you’re not talking about Lolly’s random message.
In which case, if that kinda shit continues, I’ll post something as a mod. c:< No worries.))
((yeah I mixed up aoi’s username with lolly’s because of obvious reasons. Not quite use to the name change.))
((anons please, please, please don’t start an “aoi is a coward for attempting suicide” meme. D: there’s room for debate in topics like the aoi and hongou relationship, but suicide is a complex issue and lkafkjafsjklasjklafsklj please show some compassion
ETA: heh okay I mistook Aoi’s account for Lolly’s- but yeah my point still stands
*embarrassed, shuffles off to bed*))
((hey guys, I need to take a hiatus from RPing for a couple of days at least. Not sure how long, but it seems necessary. Thanks for your understanding))
the 9th letter of the alphabet: everything’s gotta be love or death
Akane feels… cold. Inside and out.
The hospital has occupied her time with paperwork and information while they waited for Aoi’s surgery to finish. She had been grateful for the distraction, grateful to get away from the others who’ve been waiting with her. So many of them have various reasons…
His level of consciousness is ever-changing; between those states of dreaming he is able to hear, but otherwise almost everything is blocked out.
The odd choking sensation had subsided a little while ago, leaving calm in its place. Now, his mind is at peace for the moment (at least, until it wants stimulation again).
He hears footsteps, and he also hears someone’s voice; it’s high, it’s soft, and it takes his mind a while to connect it to a person — her voice is so distinctive, maybe it’s because it’s the one voice he’s heard almost every day of his life and it is impossible to forget.
And it’s as if the realization of a voice has suddenly awakened some parts of his mind, and although it is not so much as a conscious thought than an instinctive one, he’s telling himself to move, try to move, reach for her hand, do something.
But he’s not capable of that; his hand flinches, but he can’t manage much more than that.
Everything in the hospital room, Akane, Aoi, everything, is so still save for the slight twitch in his hand. She hesitates and then reaches for one of the chairs in the room. She pulls it to the side of the bed and, since the room is painfully silent to, the noise of her dragging it across the floor stands out.
She sits down, and watches her brother for further signs of life. He looks so…
Fragile, her brain spits out.
And in another scenario she’d crack up because she can easily picture Aoi’s face at being labeled that.
She holds onto that feeling, picturing him recovering, becoming that way again. (Becoming a healthier, happier version of what he once was.) She pictures it, shades the details in, and tries to call it into being. Somewhere in the future it’s happening, it’s as good as done.
Or so she tries to tell herself; this is a moment of reassurance, not of certainty.
And finally she holds his hand. Sometimes, when dealing someone in a weaker state than her own, Akane’s able to grab onto courage that she doesn’t necessarily have in store.
“I love you, okay?”
It wasn’t something they ever said much, because they both knew. But the words fall from her mouth, one by one, without her permission. She finds she doesn’t mind.
Akane feels… cold. Inside and out.
The hospital has occupied her time with paperwork and information while they waited for Aoi’s surgery to finish. She had been grateful for the distraction, grateful to get away from the others who’ve been waiting with her. So many of them have various reasons to be hostile towards her brother, and right now the constant complexities of these relationships are weighing her down. The only one who gives her any comfort at all (and, conversely, reminds her that she should probably be bawling, not going through the motions like a robot) is Ennea. Who had no vested interest in helping her out. And yet she had.
What does that mean?
Akane stares at her signature on a medical form. It’s in bright blue ink, and somehow that reminds her Aoi as a fifteen-year-old.
Time passes in a blur, before she’s finally shown into her brother’s hospital room. She’s immediate family, and that makes her the only one allowed in.
She stares at the machines that are currently keeping her brother alive. Stares at his inert form. And the dam on her sorrow finally breaks.
Akane doesn’t cry, somehow, but she stands beside his bed, feeling impossibly young. Glad there’s no one here to bear witness to the look on her face.
“Aoi, I’m so sorry…”
((ooc: Akane isn’t ignoring The Aoi Situation. This plot development kind of happened at a really bad time for me when it comes to really sitting down and RPing seriously. Aaaaand idk this is srs business, I want to be able to write her reaction well.))
Anonymous Asks:
kanny-west Said:
……..
I’ll see what I can do
Anonymous Asks:
kanny-west Said:
Oh, well, thank you! I feel like I’ve been slipping back into… Zero-ish ways of thinking lately, and in many ways that looks calm and collected. So seeming strong is not necessarily a good thing. Time will tell I suppose. (Hah hah.)
Something to remember about Aoi is he has a lot of outside things stressing him out. I don’t have to deal with the same outside influences. Or at least I’ve minimized them as much as possible. Being really emotional isn’t always weak. (Not that I think he’s in a good way lately… sigh.)
