{ Loss and Other Just Desserts }
Title: Loss and Other Just Desserts
Fandom: Persona 3
Character: Shinjiro Aragaki
Word Count: 444
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Queen of Pentacles
Rating: PG
You could tell the story of descent into madness as gently as you wanted to: it would always have something sinister that skimmed its surface, waiting for when you'd shut eyes to rip out and claim you. Even the people he had left in the dormitory seemed more muted these days since the death of that woman, giving him weird stares while trying to still come off as his friends.
And maybe they're right about that, he thinks as he throws breadcrumbs to the pigeons and other tired birds outside of Wild Duck Burger. It's almost time for the dinner rush, almost time for these weary birds to find their way back to their nests. The sparrows chirp to themselves incoherently, and the morning doves garble in strange languages about the passing of the time.
How did the body get so mangled? Axe wounds. Hit and run didn't explain anything, and they were kidding themselves trying to pass it off as anything else-
Just another reckless punk on the street, messing up someone else's life, sure. Whatever you want to think and more, officiers, it's all true.
Outside in the back of the restaurant, he hears a mother and her child talking excitedly about what they're going to order. She wants a deluxe duck burger and reminds the child that because daddy got a raise he can get whatever he wants. But the kid just wants a regular duckling meal, maybe extra fries. Oh, and an extra toy. Laughing, the mother ushers him inside and says that as long as he can behave himself, then he might be surprised.
Shinjiro breathes in the cooling evening air. When he thought about it, the loss of a mother was cataclysmic.
There was no one to tell you that you could have the extra fries with that, or that you needed to watch out for your test, or even that someone's birthday was getting close, or that you did well on your schoolwork. What was that kid doing, the one that he'd seen with the woman Castor had-
He sighs, runs a hand through his hair. He's an orphan, he won't understand. That's what they think. And sure, maybe he doesn't have a mother or a father who got a raise, but he he can understand abandonment.
Time for his next shift. He knows where he'd rather be, somewhere guiltless, some place sparse, without all the duck advertisements and boiling friers demanding his attention.
In a sense, madness was a generous descent as any other.
Fandom: Persona 3
Character: Shinjiro Aragaki
Word Count: 444
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Queen of Pentacles
Rating: PG
You could tell the story of descent into madness as gently as you wanted to: it would always have something sinister that skimmed its surface, waiting for when you'd shut eyes to rip out and claim you. Even the people he had left in the dormitory seemed more muted these days since the death of that woman, giving him weird stares while trying to still come off as his friends.
And maybe they're right about that, he thinks as he throws breadcrumbs to the pigeons and other tired birds outside of Wild Duck Burger. It's almost time for the dinner rush, almost time for these weary birds to find their way back to their nests. The sparrows chirp to themselves incoherently, and the morning doves garble in strange languages about the passing of the time.
How did the body get so mangled? Axe wounds. Hit and run didn't explain anything, and they were kidding themselves trying to pass it off as anything else-
Just another reckless punk on the street, messing up someone else's life, sure. Whatever you want to think and more, officiers, it's all true.
Outside in the back of the restaurant, he hears a mother and her child talking excitedly about what they're going to order. She wants a deluxe duck burger and reminds the child that because daddy got a raise he can get whatever he wants. But the kid just wants a regular duckling meal, maybe extra fries. Oh, and an extra toy. Laughing, the mother ushers him inside and says that as long as he can behave himself, then he might be surprised.
Shinjiro breathes in the cooling evening air. When he thought about it, the loss of a mother was cataclysmic.
There was no one to tell you that you could have the extra fries with that, or that you needed to watch out for your test, or even that someone's birthday was getting close, or that you did well on your schoolwork. What was that kid doing, the one that he'd seen with the woman Castor had-
He sighs, runs a hand through his hair. He's an orphan, he won't understand. That's what they think. And sure, maybe he doesn't have a mother or a father who got a raise, but he he can understand abandonment.
Time for his next shift. He knows where he'd rather be, somewhere guiltless, some place sparse, without all the duck advertisements and boiling friers demanding his attention.
In a sense, madness was a generous descent as any other.