http://yo-harbinger.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
yo-harbinger.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tampered2008-02-28 04:56 am
yo-harbinger.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-02-28 04:56 am
Log; Complete
When; February 27, 2008
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Anezaki Mamori [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuckingmanager], Hiruma Yoichi [fuckingqb]
Summary; Smiles can be more painful than tears, and in lieu of them maybe Mamori needs just a little more comfort than usual.
Log;
It had been several hours since the urge to laugh has subsided, several hours since the worst of the strain on her cheeks had faded away, and yet Mamori still found herself lying in her bed, mostly buried under thick covers, wanting nothing more than to forget the ongoings of the previous day, behavior so uncharacteristic of the calm hold she usually had on her actions, and even her emotions. Unfortunately, whereas the City probably wouldn't have had any qualms about dealing a nice dose of amnesia on any other given day, it didn't seem to be keen on helping Mamori out that night, and no matter how much she tossed and turned, she could still remember it.
The words which slipped through her too-tight lips, the laughter on the tip of her tongue, the expressions of concerned friends--it was all too clear, documented in her memories, and Mamori wanted none of it.
But, given that none of her recollection bore signs of disppearing anytime soon, Mamori knew that at some point or another, she'd have to face her own demons and man up to her own mistakes. First and foremost, to Hiruma.
It figured that it'd be him, causing trouble even without intending to.
She'd waited through practice, through meals, waiting as Hiruma took his time, not wanting to interfere with Kurita's arrival or to get in the way. As nightfall came, however, Mamori decided to seize the moment, Kurita's snores heard even in the hall as Mamori padded her way over to Hiruma's room, knocking softly on the door.
Whether it was an apology, or something else altogether, Mamori knew that she owed it to Hiruma to say something.
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Anezaki Mamori [
fuckingmanager], Hiruma Yoichi [fuckingqb]Summary; Smiles can be more painful than tears, and in lieu of them maybe Mamori needs just a little more comfort than usual.
Log;
It had been several hours since the urge to laugh has subsided, several hours since the worst of the strain on her cheeks had faded away, and yet Mamori still found herself lying in her bed, mostly buried under thick covers, wanting nothing more than to forget the ongoings of the previous day, behavior so uncharacteristic of the calm hold she usually had on her actions, and even her emotions. Unfortunately, whereas the City probably wouldn't have had any qualms about dealing a nice dose of amnesia on any other given day, it didn't seem to be keen on helping Mamori out that night, and no matter how much she tossed and turned, she could still remember it.
The words which slipped through her too-tight lips, the laughter on the tip of her tongue, the expressions of concerned friends--it was all too clear, documented in her memories, and Mamori wanted none of it.
But, given that none of her recollection bore signs of disppearing anytime soon, Mamori knew that at some point or another, she'd have to face her own demons and man up to her own mistakes. First and foremost, to Hiruma.
It figured that it'd be him, causing trouble even without intending to.
She'd waited through practice, through meals, waiting as Hiruma took his time, not wanting to interfere with Kurita's arrival or to get in the way. As nightfall came, however, Mamori decided to seize the moment, Kurita's snores heard even in the hall as Mamori padded her way over to Hiruma's room, knocking softly on the door.
Whether it was an apology, or something else altogether, Mamori knew that she owed it to Hiruma to say something.
no subject
Which is exactly what it meant in his mind but Hiruma wasn't going to just come out and say it. That would make it too easy on Mamori. Plus, she should already know these things. She was one of the people that he expected to be able to read his thoughts; sometimes even before he thinks them.
"Hn." Which was the only reply she was going to get to the suggestion that she go back to bed. He was in part opposed to it, in part not. Opposed because he'd rather her be in here so he could kiss her, but at the same time there was morning practice to consider. He was tired, even if he wouldn't show it.