[DDD | 063 | Action] Evapartment - Forgetfulness can be a problem.

[redheadcarrier]

Life had been hectic for a while. In fact, she hadn't bothered to post or check the community in a long time. She didn't really have a need to. For the most part, she'd been trying to pick up the pieces of her life and make sense of what she was supposed to do here. That was the question she'd been asking herself ever since she arrived in this

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[childrenoflilim]

Shinji was in his usual place, lying on his bed and staring at the increasingly familiar ceiling. Nothing but community-forced events brought him out of the apartment; he lacked the nerve for interacting with strangers on his own accord as of yet. Pathetic, Asuka would have said, how pathetic are you?

Asuka. If people's hearts were islands adrift, she was Alcatraz, its presence everywhere while out of sight. Security was tighter than ever following--then, but he had escaped with knowledge of every stain and secret once trapped behind those reinforced doors. She must be angry. She must hate him.

He had to know for sure.

Shinj crept into the kitchen, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "Um. Hi."

[redheadcarrier]

Asuka still doesn't know how to feel about Shinji. Time has dulled the wounds to some extent, but she thinks she might still hate him. Hate him for leaving her to die. Hate him for never actually caring about her. Hate him for everything he's ever done and everything he's never done. There was the tell-tale tightening of her shoulders as she heard him come in, but she put on her best smile (only slightly condescending) and turned to look at him with that arrogant grin he was probably used to seeing.

Of course, by now he can probably see it's not always reflected in her eyes.

"Hey, Shinji! Finally coming out of your room for once?"

There was venom buried underneath the playful teasing.

[childrenoflilim]

Paracelsus, the man behind toxicology, once wrote in days of Greek yore, "Everything is poison, there is poison in everything. Only the dose makes a thing not a poison."

Her words held enough to hurt, but not to kill.

Shinji smiled. "I guess so. Welcome home, Asuka."

[redheadcarrier]

"Thanks," Asuka replied, still smiling. How dare he? How dare he welcome her home? She knew and he knew what he'd seen, what he'd done, what he hadn't done-

"Have you seen Kaworu? We're..."

She paused and then (with only a little bit of guilt) twisted the knife, "...we're celebrating our second anniversary."