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thenearshore2017-03-17 09:49 pm
toremainbehind) wrote in thenearshore2017-03-17 09:49 pm
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Figures dancing gracefully [closed]
Who: Izumo and Mikoto
When: June 26
Where: HOMRA | Ra’s Temple
What: Izumo regains his memories of Anna. Mikoto decides to offer whatever comfort he can.
Warnings:…Potential heartbreak?
[It just came to him one morning.
It came at him almost as if he was hit by a train.
Memories of a young girl, a child - no, not a child - but with a pair of ruby red eyes and silver hair. She was young, still young, and there’s a rush of fondness that came over him.
But along with that fondness came a rush of guilt.
Izumo woke up in cold sweat, and even now as he stands at the bar, hands clutching at the counter, those memories are still rushing at him. He closes his eyes, hand reaching up to cover half his face as he struggles to these sudden images.
Anna.
She was someone he held dear, someone he’s looked out for and held even as he watched her stare up at the sky, glittered with red.
And he had come to rescue her from—from what? But then the memories keep on rushing until the last thing he remembers is her enshrouded in the Red Aura, gaining an uncontrollable power.
King.
Izumo’s own Aura flares uncontrollably to the point where he couldn’t rein it in anymore and it envelops everything in the bar, shooting up and blasting holes into the ceiling.]
When: June 26
Where: HOMRA | Ra’s Temple
What: Izumo regains his memories of Anna. Mikoto decides to offer whatever comfort he can.
Warnings:…Potential heartbreak?
[It just came to him one morning.
It came at him almost as if he was hit by a train.
Memories of a young girl, a child - no, not a child - but with a pair of ruby red eyes and silver hair. She was young, still young, and there’s a rush of fondness that came over him.
But along with that fondness came a rush of guilt.
Izumo woke up in cold sweat, and even now as he stands at the bar, hands clutching at the counter, those memories are still rushing at him. He closes his eyes, hand reaching up to cover half his face as he struggles to these sudden images.
Anna.
She was someone he held dear, someone he’s looked out for and held even as he watched her stare up at the sky, glittered with red.
And he had come to rescue her from—from what? But then the memories keep on rushing until the last thing he remembers is her enshrouded in the Red Aura, gaining an uncontrollable power.
King.
Izumo’s own Aura flares uncontrollably to the point where he couldn’t rein it in anymore and it envelops everything in the bar, shooting up and blasting holes into the ceiling.]
3/?