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tampered2007-09-09 10:39 pm
fooolery.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-09-09 10:39 pm
INCOMPLETE;
WHEN; Afternoon, September 9th.
RATING; PG.
CHARACTERS; Ashura {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tyranically} and Fai {fooolery}.
SUMMARY; After Fai slips up again, he’s in need of some unlikely comfort from Ashura, who he murdered just a few days ago, and he intends to get drunk in the process of forgetting.
By the time he made it out onto the streets, everything was a blur behind a glassy gaze. He’d never felt this raw inside, the walls he’d constructed around himself after years and years of practice torn down with only one conversation, a few dreaded truths made about his personality that he’d never, ever wanted to face much less hear. And there it was, everything was finally out on the table for him to consider, and when it came down to it, Fai felt violently sick at his inability to be honest.
It was hurting them all, wasn’t it? That much was clear, and his knees felt weak as he wobbled down the sidewalk up to the all too familiar apartment door, swallowing a dry lump in his throat as he ascended the stairs. How ironic that he would end up stumbling to the door of the king that he had only murdered a few days ago, but where else was there to turn?
Taking a choked breath, the broken mage knocked upon the wooden door and wiped a shaky hand across his eye, trying his best to plaster a smile upon his expression, though it wavered. Huh, still lying, the revelation that popped into his head made his stomach queasy, and he bit back a noise of distress, hoping that maybe someone could deal with him. "A-Ashura-ou...?"
He was glad that Fai turned to him, because that meant that any craters in their friendship were smoothing. Surely the blonde trusted him now, because Fai wasn't all right, and never would he imagine the boy going to someone he didn't trust in a time of distress. He was glad that Fai trusted him now, but the fact that something was wrong at all bothered him. It was more expected that the mage would go to Kurogane-san than to him, and the fact that he didn't only meant that it was Kurogane-san at fault. The more the ex-king thought of it, the more it made him all the more concerned, disturbed, as well as slightly irritated with the ninja.
The knock on the door could only be Fai. Very few knew where he lived, and he had been fairly quiet in the City so far. He was expecting no other company, and as his mind narrowed down who the only person this could be was, he felt his stomach twist and knot with concern. Folding the computer closed, he strode to answer the door while anxiety built itself up with every step he took. The door opened, swung right to his left, but it might as well have hit him in the face.
Fai looked broken. Damaged, shattered, splintered, fragmented. Destoryed. The oh-so obviously fake smile plastered weakly to his lips only make Ashura choke. The child looked like his life work had just been burnt to cinders, like every protection he had was just razed mercilessly. The near invincible trace of a smile that haunted his lips slipped, crashed, burned at the sight of Fai like this. His eyes widened slightly and drew in a quiet, sharp hiss of a breath.
"Fai, do not fake a smile like that. Come in and tell me what happened," the ex-king demanded, stepping out of the doorway to allow Fai inside.
It was like a blessing that he didn’t deserve, to lay a single gaze upon the king that he’d left so long ago, to see him sane and of sound mind, the sight making him choke with suppressed emotion. "I—" Fai tried desperately to convey his gratitude to Ashura for having been the only one to take him in like this, but he couldn’t make a noise past a soft whimper, and he stumbled carelessly past the threshold of the door, obedient. Once inside, the mage couldn’t hold it in any longer, and he collapsed into the nearest chair weakly, squeezing his eye shut tight, maybe to once ignore the shameful pain that tore at his heart.
Gently, Ashura shut the door. Whatever was wrong with Fai must really be as bad as he feared. His chest constricted briefly at the soft whimper the boy made before collapsing in a chair, only to close his eye. Shameful pain seemed to radiate from his charge, and it made his heart clench. He had never wanted to see Fai like this, if he could help it, but this was out of his hands. The regal undead had made a promise to himself not to interfere with Fai's relationship with Kurogane-san, though surely this was stepping over some boundry line? This was hurting Fai, and he could hardly stand it.
"What happened?" he asked, worry laced subtly into his tone. If Fai would talk to him, then maybe he would feel better; it used to work at any rate. Perhaps, if whatever luck he still had cooperated, he could still get an explaination from the blonde. Maybe, with the help of a miracle, it would still help the child heal. He could only offer what Fai wanted of him, and pray to whatever faux god that would hear him that it worked.
RATING; PG.
CHARACTERS; Ashura {
tyranically} and Fai {fooolery}.SUMMARY; After Fai slips up again, he’s in need of some unlikely comfort from Ashura, who he murdered just a few days ago, and he intends to get drunk in the process of forgetting.
By the time he made it out onto the streets, everything was a blur behind a glassy gaze. He’d never felt this raw inside, the walls he’d constructed around himself after years and years of practice torn down with only one conversation, a few dreaded truths made about his personality that he’d never, ever wanted to face much less hear. And there it was, everything was finally out on the table for him to consider, and when it came down to it, Fai felt violently sick at his inability to be honest.
It was hurting them all, wasn’t it? That much was clear, and his knees felt weak as he wobbled down the sidewalk up to the all too familiar apartment door, swallowing a dry lump in his throat as he ascended the stairs. How ironic that he would end up stumbling to the door of the king that he had only murdered a few days ago, but where else was there to turn?
Taking a choked breath, the broken mage knocked upon the wooden door and wiped a shaky hand across his eye, trying his best to plaster a smile upon his expression, though it wavered. Huh, still lying, the revelation that popped into his head made his stomach queasy, and he bit back a noise of distress, hoping that maybe someone could deal with him. "A-Ashura-ou...?"
He was glad that Fai turned to him, because that meant that any craters in their friendship were smoothing. Surely the blonde trusted him now, because Fai wasn't all right, and never would he imagine the boy going to someone he didn't trust in a time of distress. He was glad that Fai trusted him now, but the fact that something was wrong at all bothered him. It was more expected that the mage would go to Kurogane-san than to him, and the fact that he didn't only meant that it was Kurogane-san at fault. The more the ex-king thought of it, the more it made him all the more concerned, disturbed, as well as slightly irritated with the ninja.
The knock on the door could only be Fai. Very few knew where he lived, and he had been fairly quiet in the City so far. He was expecting no other company, and as his mind narrowed down who the only person this could be was, he felt his stomach twist and knot with concern. Folding the computer closed, he strode to answer the door while anxiety built itself up with every step he took. The door opened, swung right to his left, but it might as well have hit him in the face.
Fai looked broken. Damaged, shattered, splintered, fragmented. Destoryed. The oh-so obviously fake smile plastered weakly to his lips only make Ashura choke. The child looked like his life work had just been burnt to cinders, like every protection he had was just razed mercilessly. The near invincible trace of a smile that haunted his lips slipped, crashed, burned at the sight of Fai like this. His eyes widened slightly and drew in a quiet, sharp hiss of a breath.
"Fai, do not fake a smile like that. Come in and tell me what happened," the ex-king demanded, stepping out of the doorway to allow Fai inside.
It was like a blessing that he didn’t deserve, to lay a single gaze upon the king that he’d left so long ago, to see him sane and of sound mind, the sight making him choke with suppressed emotion. "I—" Fai tried desperately to convey his gratitude to Ashura for having been the only one to take him in like this, but he couldn’t make a noise past a soft whimper, and he stumbled carelessly past the threshold of the door, obedient. Once inside, the mage couldn’t hold it in any longer, and he collapsed into the nearest chair weakly, squeezing his eye shut tight, maybe to once ignore the shameful pain that tore at his heart.
Gently, Ashura shut the door. Whatever was wrong with Fai must really be as bad as he feared. His chest constricted briefly at the soft whimper the boy made before collapsing in a chair, only to close his eye. Shameful pain seemed to radiate from his charge, and it made his heart clench. He had never wanted to see Fai like this, if he could help it, but this was out of his hands. The regal undead had made a promise to himself not to interfere with Fai's relationship with Kurogane-san, though surely this was stepping over some boundry line? This was hurting Fai, and he could hardly stand it.
"What happened?" he asked, worry laced subtly into his tone. If Fai would talk to him, then maybe he would feel better; it used to work at any rate. Perhaps, if whatever luck he still had cooperated, he could still get an explaination from the blonde. Maybe, with the help of a miracle, it would still help the child heal. He could only offer what Fai wanted of him, and pray to whatever faux god that would hear him that it worked.