[The advantage to being blind, she supposes, is that one will only see what one has already seen. The downside being, what one has never seen before, one can now gauge with depressing accuracy. And in the darkness, she imagines the dimming of the lamp, until the sound something sharply breaking echoes in the silence of his reverie. She dials.]
... It... sounds like something out of a fairytale.
[She leans closer to the source of sound. The laughter, it scares her, but she doesn't know how to put it into words. Like he's floating further and further away into the darkness, a disappearing speck-]
[... Unlike normal people, who would normally have this huge moment of pause in which they do an entire historical review of their past interactions with said person in question, nostalgics about it, and then come to a conclusion that their smile is precious or their eyes are like the sun or something equally as sappy and romantic before breaking it to the other party in a hesitant, sweet and gentle fashion -- she just blurts out the first thing on her mind. Happens to be the truth, by the way.]
... How's that conceited? Conceited is when you don't care about yourself and make the people behind you pick up the broken bits afterwards. If you really don't want people to be all worried at you, then you should just take better care of yourself and tell them to leave you the hell alone. Then, they've got no reason to complain, right?
[Yeah, don't take her advice, Oz. :/ She's been trying this her entire life, but it kinda fell apart when Estelle came in and busted walls down.]
[Not taking any kind of visual cue to shut up, and for good reason too. Charging forth blindly~]
Yeah, and telling everyone that it's 'no big deal' and hiding the truth from people about what really happened is really taking care of yourself real well. Or taking care of the situation, even. I mean, there's a very worried person out there, and he all about screamed my ear deaf on the subject. Obviously, there's something that you're doing wrong.
[Because she suddenly feels as though this needs to be said. Because a second later, and he'll be gone, and who knows where -- it's beyond what her eyes can see.]
... You know, I think it's-
I mean. You're... you're an incorrigible brat, and you say all these weird things that make no logical sense, and you make me feel so damn weird some times - and never apologize for it and... whatever. There's a whole list of things that's wrong with you. But it's...
[ He goes quiet, for what feels like the millionth time since the conversation began. He probably would have been able to handle all of this so much better, with a laugh and carefully constructed words, and smiles but after that dream, those memories... his mind is spinning. And yet there's some warmth. ]
I'm sorry, Rita.... [ a long pause YET AGAIN ]
Take care of yourself. I'll talk to you soon. Thank you... [ click ]
... It... sounds like something out of a fairytale.
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... What?
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Why do you care?
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Like hell I know. Why don't you care?
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Isn't that a bit conceited, though? Caring more about yourself than other things?
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[Yeah, don't take her advice, Oz. :/ She's been trying this her entire life, but it kinda fell apart when Estelle came in and busted walls down.]
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I do take care of myself. [ closes his eyes ]
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Yeah, and telling everyone that it's 'no big deal' and hiding the truth from people about what really happened is really taking care of yourself real well. Or taking care of the situation, even. I mean, there's a very worried person out there, and he all about screamed my ear deaf on the subject. Obviously, there's something that you're doing wrong.
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You don't... [ and said through gritted teeth ] know the half of it.
It's just not worth it.
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... Well who made you judge? You should just tell me the hell's going on, and I'll be the judge of that.
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I think I should go.
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... You know, I think it's-
I mean. You're... you're an incorrigible brat, and you say all these weird things that make no logical sense, and you make me feel so damn weird some times - and never apologize for it and... whatever. There's a whole list of things that's wrong with you. But it's...
I think it's worth it. At least. Just...
Just saying. Now... leave.
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I'm sorry, Rita....
[ a long pause YET AGAIN ]
Take care of yourself. I'll talk to you soon. Thank you... [ click ]
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