[log] i've got a really bad disease [week 17, day 1]
Who: Lelouch and Elfangor
Status: Closed
Style: Third-Person Present
Where: E's House
When: Week 17, Day 1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Discussions of sex; will probably almost certainly contain triggers, especially Elfangor's half.
Summary: So, it turns out, sometimes actually talking about awful things makes them a little less awful.
Oh, look. Lelouch is standing outside Elfangor's door right now. How did he get here? Did he walk? He must have walked. The only reason he knows it's Elfangor's house is because Elfangor sent him the coordinates once, and he just checked them on his Hitomi. Drinking that man's sake might not have been the best plan ever, but hell if it hadn't seemed sort of cool when Lelouch did it. Plus, again, it would have been a shame to waste it. Lelouch isn't as wasted as he had been at the matsuri - not nearly - but he has definitely noticed a general softening around the edges of his vision. Maybe it would be best for him to get inside; the sun is beginning to rise now, and people will start going out to do their daily business.
It has arguably gotten to the point where Lelouch is starting to become non-functional because of this. "This" being whatever the fuck you call it when you start losing sleep over this kind of absurd bullshit. (Lelouch has noticed that he has begun swearing a lot more in his head since coming to Kannagara - arguably because he's had more reason to, of course, but still.) He's pretty certain that it's all traceable back to that... that... whatever thing from the monster incursion week that happened, and Lelouch is beginning to wonder if there's something seriously wrong with him. Like, seriously wrong with him.
Ignoring Suzaku is not working. Lelouch misses him too much when he tries. Not having C.C. around is admittedly unhelpful; if she were here, she'd smirk and make ambiguous comments and rile him up, remind him that more important things are at stake in his life than the absurd and terrible things that happen when all Hell literally decides to break loose. C.C. always knows what to say. But now she's gone, and Kallen is gone, and Lelouch can't be around Suzaku without thinking about it, and everything has all been shot to hell.
So, there's nothing else for it but to knock on the door. Maybe, just maybe, someone will answer.
Status: Closed
Style: Third-Person Present
Where: E's House
When: Week 17, Day 1
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Discussions of sex; will probably almost certainly contain triggers, especially Elfangor's half.
Summary: So, it turns out, sometimes actually talking about awful things makes them a little less awful.
Oh, look. Lelouch is standing outside Elfangor's door right now. How did he get here? Did he walk? He must have walked. The only reason he knows it's Elfangor's house is because Elfangor sent him the coordinates once, and he just checked them on his Hitomi. Drinking that man's sake might not have been the best plan ever, but hell if it hadn't seemed sort of cool when Lelouch did it. Plus, again, it would have been a shame to waste it. Lelouch isn't as wasted as he had been at the matsuri - not nearly - but he has definitely noticed a general softening around the edges of his vision. Maybe it would be best for him to get inside; the sun is beginning to rise now, and people will start going out to do their daily business.
It has arguably gotten to the point where Lelouch is starting to become non-functional because of this. "This" being whatever the fuck you call it when you start losing sleep over this kind of absurd bullshit. (Lelouch has noticed that he has begun swearing a lot more in his head since coming to Kannagara - arguably because he's had more reason to, of course, but still.) He's pretty certain that it's all traceable back to that... that... whatever thing from the monster incursion week that happened, and Lelouch is beginning to wonder if there's something seriously wrong with him. Like, seriously wrong with him.
Ignoring Suzaku is not working. Lelouch misses him too much when he tries. Not having C.C. around is admittedly unhelpful; if she were here, she'd smirk and make ambiguous comments and rile him up, remind him that more important things are at stake in his life than the absurd and terrible things that happen when all Hell literally decides to break loose. C.C. always knows what to say. But now she's gone, and Kallen is gone, and Lelouch can't be around Suzaku without thinking about it, and everything has all been shot to hell.
So, there's nothing else for it but to knock on the door. Maybe, just maybe, someone will answer.