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tampered2008-05-19 06:16 pm
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Log; Complete
When; Monday, May 19th, 2008
Rating; G
Characters; Kyrie (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sing_my_faith), Rem (mother_rem)
Summary; Rem is staying with Kyrie until Nero returns. They talk.
Log;
She hasn't been able to sleep for a week. It had long since started to show, the skin under her eyes looking dark and bruised, her gaze often vacant because she can't bring herself to focus. But she can't bring herself to sleep, either. The few times she climbed into bed, Kyrie would just begin to drift off when something would start her awake again.
Or she'd sleep for a time--an hour or so--and then jerk awake, sweating, her nightmare a fading fog that she was grateful she couldn't remember.
She knew she needed to sleep. She badly wanted to sleep.
She simply couldn't stop worrying.
The inactivity--the inability to do anything--was going to slowly drive her mad. Kyrie thumbed her communicator, gazing blankly at it. She couldn't recall when she'd sat down in this chair, or even summon up the memory of the last time she'd moved. It occurred to her that she was cold, but she couldn't summon the energy to get up and get a blanket, or adjust the thermostat. Not yet, at least.
Soon. She told herself, firmly; as firmly as she could manage. She'd get up, in just a minute, and she'd make use of herself. She was pretty sure that there was some groceries she should be buying. Or perhaps she should go to the choir room, to make sure everything was still in order.
Anything, really, other than just sitting here.
In just a minute.
Rating; G
Characters; Kyrie (
sing_my_faith), Rem (mother_rem) Summary; Rem is staying with Kyrie until Nero returns. They talk.
Log;
She hasn't been able to sleep for a week. It had long since started to show, the skin under her eyes looking dark and bruised, her gaze often vacant because she can't bring herself to focus. But she can't bring herself to sleep, either. The few times she climbed into bed, Kyrie would just begin to drift off when something would start her awake again.
Or she'd sleep for a time--an hour or so--and then jerk awake, sweating, her nightmare a fading fog that she was grateful she couldn't remember.
She knew she needed to sleep. She badly wanted to sleep.
She simply couldn't stop worrying.
The inactivity--the inability to do anything--was going to slowly drive her mad. Kyrie thumbed her communicator, gazing blankly at it. She couldn't recall when she'd sat down in this chair, or even summon up the memory of the last time she'd moved. It occurred to her that she was cold, but she couldn't summon the energy to get up and get a blanket, or adjust the thermostat. Not yet, at least.
Soon. She told herself, firmly; as firmly as she could manage. She'd get up, in just a minute, and she'd make use of herself. She was pretty sure that there was some groceries she should be buying. Or perhaps she should go to the choir room, to make sure everything was still in order.
Anything, really, other than just sitting here.
In just a minute.
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"Right at the beginning of the month, there was a pretty bad curse. A lot of people had a hard time. And the next day when it was over, I woke up, and Hatori was gone. I found out later that day Vash had left the City too." She took the moment to rub at her eyes; it was still a hard thing for her to think about, the memory recall curse making her remember that of all things.
"Vash didn't come back for almost two weeks, and Hatori showed up again a few days after him. It ..." And with that, she smiled, albeit tiredly, at Kyrie. "But you know... They came back. And they were fine. It just took patience and faith to wait for them."