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Title: It's Like Not Existing, Yeah?
Characters: Yuri Lowell, Flynn Scifo
Notes: Inspired by a story my friend told me. Sad story.
Flynn's personal room, Yuri finds, is disturbingly detached. He climbs in through the window, and wanders a bit, inspecting the near-empty room. A desk, a bed that's been made, a dresser, a table and some chairs... There's only what's necessary, and it takes a lot not just to mess something up in the perfect place. Like Flynn doesn't live here, like he doesn't exist.
That hits a little closer to home than Yuri'd like, and he steps out of the room just as Flynn appears down the hallway.
"Yuri?" His head snaps up, and forces himself to relax. Flynn's there, he exists, and he was looking concerned. "Did you need me for something?"
"Nah, just thought I'd take a look around. Big place." It's a stalling comment about what he's really feeling, but Flynn must be too tired to notice because he just nods and smiles a bit.
"I still get lost when I wander around." But he's not that tired, apparently, because soon Yuri finds himself closer to the wall than he'd expected with a single step, and with Flynn leaning in. "Are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit distracted."
"I'm fine." It's not like him to lie to Flynn's face, and Yuri slips away from the other. "Just thought it was kind of funny that your room is so damn perfect looking. Not a spot of dust anywhere."
Flynn's voice holds the same amusement his eyes do. "That's just a spare room. Come on, I'll show you where I work."
Really now. Yuri follows him up and down hallways, the Commandant greeting people they passed, and isn't surprised when Flynn opens the door to reveal a room that's just as clean. But it was different somehow. When lights were lit and the room gleamed, Yuri knew why. The table was being used, the bed was made but not perfectly so, the desk was cluttered with paperwork, but most of all? On the wall closest to his desk were awards, proofs of promotion, and pictures they'd drawn as children.
"You still have those?"
"Why, don't you?" Flynn had turned to look at him now, pulling two chairs away from the desk.
"I think I lost them when I moved into the inn."
"Yuri-!"
"I'm kidding. Wow, the look on your face when I said that was priceless." Yuri grins, and Flynn sighs a little, smiling.
It's nice, sitting with Flynn and talking about the past. Yuri really didn't think too much of it, because what's done is done, but his friend was nothing short of nostalgic about it. Old friends they used to play with, crushes they'd had and failed with, times when their spars got a bit too rough and they'd spend the night groaning about their injuries.
Yeah, it was nice.
But all good things come to an end, and their thing stops when a knight knocks swiftly on the door and relays the message to a serious Flynn, and Yuri can already feel his best friend drifting off once more.
"I'm sorry Yuri, there's trouble near Halure. We can continue when I return?" It's a hopeful suggestion, and Yuri nods.
"Yeah, sure. Go be a hero, oh mighty Flynn."
Even when he's left sitting there, the all-too-important Flynn Scifo going to settle whatever the dispute was, Yuri knew that he'd return alive and existing.
Characters: Yuri Lowell, Flynn Scifo
Notes: Inspired by a story my friend told me. Sad story.
Flynn's personal room, Yuri finds, is disturbingly detached. He climbs in through the window, and wanders a bit, inspecting the near-empty room. A desk, a bed that's been made, a dresser, a table and some chairs... There's only what's necessary, and it takes a lot not just to mess something up in the perfect place. Like Flynn doesn't live here, like he doesn't exist.
That hits a little closer to home than Yuri'd like, and he steps out of the room just as Flynn appears down the hallway.
"Yuri?" His head snaps up, and forces himself to relax. Flynn's there, he exists, and he was looking concerned. "Did you need me for something?"
"Nah, just thought I'd take a look around. Big place." It's a stalling comment about what he's really feeling, but Flynn must be too tired to notice because he just nods and smiles a bit.
"I still get lost when I wander around." But he's not that tired, apparently, because soon Yuri finds himself closer to the wall than he'd expected with a single step, and with Flynn leaning in. "Are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit distracted."
"I'm fine." It's not like him to lie to Flynn's face, and Yuri slips away from the other. "Just thought it was kind of funny that your room is so damn perfect looking. Not a spot of dust anywhere."
Flynn's voice holds the same amusement his eyes do. "That's just a spare room. Come on, I'll show you where I work."
Really now. Yuri follows him up and down hallways, the Commandant greeting people they passed, and isn't surprised when Flynn opens the door to reveal a room that's just as clean. But it was different somehow. When lights were lit and the room gleamed, Yuri knew why. The table was being used, the bed was made but not perfectly so, the desk was cluttered with paperwork, but most of all? On the wall closest to his desk were awards, proofs of promotion, and pictures they'd drawn as children.
"You still have those?"
"Why, don't you?" Flynn had turned to look at him now, pulling two chairs away from the desk.
"I think I lost them when I moved into the inn."
"Yuri-!"
"I'm kidding. Wow, the look on your face when I said that was priceless." Yuri grins, and Flynn sighs a little, smiling.
It's nice, sitting with Flynn and talking about the past. Yuri really didn't think too much of it, because what's done is done, but his friend was nothing short of nostalgic about it. Old friends they used to play with, crushes they'd had and failed with, times when their spars got a bit too rough and they'd spend the night groaning about their injuries.
Yeah, it was nice.
But all good things come to an end, and their thing stops when a knight knocks swiftly on the door and relays the message to a serious Flynn, and Yuri can already feel his best friend drifting off once more.
"I'm sorry Yuri, there's trouble near Halure. We can continue when I return?" It's a hopeful suggestion, and Yuri nods.
"Yeah, sure. Go be a hero, oh mighty Flynn."
Even when he's left sitting there, the all-too-important Flynn Scifo going to settle whatever the dispute was, Yuri knew that he'd return alive and existing.