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I will pretty this up later. But!
Appointments post! Use this for one-off interactions that would be difficult to do elsewhere, like messages or other isolated meetings/run-ins/etc. Just include the date, time, and choice of [action/voice/written] in the subject line of your comment.
Appointments post! Use this for one-off interactions that would be difficult to do elsewhere, like messages or other isolated meetings/run-ins/etc. Just include the date, time, and choice of [action/voice/written] in the subject line of your comment.
[action; evening of July 17th]
You what? Riku, you could have been killed!
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[He winces. There's more to it than that.]
But he used my feelings against me and created an Unversed. If Sora hadn't shown up, I don't know what could've happened.
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Another pause.]
It wasn't just my anger he used. There's no way it could've just been that; the Unversed was too powerful.
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... is ... he talking about what she thinks he's talking about? ]
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I let it get out of control.
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What else did he use, Riku?
[ She wants to hear him say it. ]
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Jealousy.
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She knew. Deep down she knew, of course. But the confirmation is as painful as she always thought it would be. That day, after that bizarre family experiment had ended, and she'd confronted him with Luke's ring... his voice, his face...
A hiccup escapes her. Damn. Damn it. Why is it that she can't stop the tears? ]
Why ... why would you be jealous? Riku ... I'm not even human. It's like you said... I never lived a normal life. [ Her smile is a slash in her face, a deeply wounded thing. ] How could I ever understand?
[action; evening of July 17th]
Oh, man. Of course. Of course she'd say that. Like a knife in the gut.]
Why do you think I said that in the first place?
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Why did you?
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[The funny thing is that 'him' doesn't have as much venom in it as it would've before. He just sounds tired... exhausted, and maybe a little sad.]
Too late for that now.
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[ Her voice is thick. A choked sob escapes her and she looks away from him to press her face into her pillow, trying to dry some of her tears. It's a futile gesture.
The words she wants to say -- "get out" -- are not what she should say, and she knows it. Still, that ... stings. Even if he only sounds tired and sad. ]
That's what you always say. You get angry and you don't think. [ She smiles again -- why does she keep doing that? ] Are you ever going to stop doing that?
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[He means a general 'you', of course.]
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She laughs. The sound of it is awful. ] Riku, you ... you never change. You're always just the same... stubborn jerk. [ Her smile fades, and her tears return in earnest. ]
What ... what happens now? Do we go back to avoiding each other and never talking? Or fighting? [ She chokes. ] I'm so tired of this...
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[Hah.]
It's like I'm trapped. And it built up for so long that I became my own prisoner.
[He still sounds extremely exhausted. His words come out half-hearted and weak.]
Fighting hasn't gotten us anywhere, and neither has avoiding each other.
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She sniffles, and stares at him, and tries to think of what to say.
Finally, wordlessly -- and with an effort -- she holds out her hand. ]
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He's a little unsure. Riku expected more of the same thing. He's stubborn. He's just talking with nothing to back it up.
But that's not what's happening, is it? He's slow to respond, but when he does, he tentatively takes that hand.
The guilt is still plain to see.]
[action; evening of July 17th]
Then we end it here. Riku ... instead of avoiding each other or arguing, why don't we be friends instead?
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After a moment, he nods, albeit slowly.]
Yeah. We should at least try.
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Then that's what we'll do.
[ She's not sure if this will work... but ... it's better, so much better, than nothing. ]