Comments | itsaleash: Disintegrate. Verb. Fall apart; reduce to pieces // Private to Miwako

itsaleash

Disintegrate. Verb. Fall apart; reduce to pieces // Private to Miwako

Nov 08, 2009 17:06

The kids were demons, as most children are apt to be. And rather good at setting angels on fire and running away before being spotted. Whether or not this was good emotional reinforcement or not as not that pressing a detail. Babysitting does not mean to not promote work ethic and have them watch educational movies. It means keep them happy and ' ( Read more... )

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silentafterglow November 8 2009, 22:25:40 UTC

How long as she been gone for? 4 hours? 5? It wasn't her intention to do so, and now she's regrettably glancing down pocket-watch dangling from her belt. No time to think. No time to say anything, she dashes out of the room as quick as she can. The realization that something could be wrong hitting her conscience ( ... )

itsaleash November 8 2009, 23:14:26 UTC

No reaction. At all. Though since she's holding his hands, she could feel he's shaking. Faintly, but constantly, and completely oblivious to this. Too far detached to try and put anything back together right now. But at least that voice gets through ( ... )

silentafterglow November 8 2009, 23:31:21 UTC

The fact that he's shaking only gets her anxiety level to boost up tenfold. And the fact that he's also not talking? It doesn't come as a realization for her. That her hands could possibly be cutting off circulation if his body was still alive. But it's not. Though, that didn't really matter now, did it ( ... )

itsaleash November 9 2009, 06:50:51 UTC

He didn't notice, practically like dead weight in her arms when she moves him. But still has enough semblance of mind afterwards to turn away from her and curl up on one side. Gaze already falling to the ground and hollowing out. Is that person still here-- yeah. What else would that sudden weight shift be? It's not like it could be anyone else...

Goodbye, Or--

"No. Stop it stop it stop it," broken and quieter than a whisper, but at least he's able to speak. And already shifting his hands to covering his ears. Trying to block out that voice but he's the only one who hears it, so it isn't going away. That damned phone's still on the other side of the room why can I still hear it get out of my head get out get out out out why

"Why isn't it..." going away?

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