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thenearshore2016-06-23 01:13 am
sweetdeath) wrote in thenearshore2016-06-23 01:13 am
[semi-open]
Who: Tsuzuki, Hisoka, Battler (and you!)
What: Hisoka's dead (or is he?) and Tsuzuki's not coping well.
When: March 27 & 28, 2016
Where: Tajimamori's temple
Warnings: Discussion of character death, depression, self-harm.
Closed to Battler/Late Night March 27
[Tsuzuki isn't sure how he got back to the temple. There are blank spaces in his memory, spreading darknesses after that searing moment when he felt Hisoka dying and his name shattering into an equally blank and empty space where their connection had been.
The sunflowers are blooming all around the porch, and the cloying-sweet scent of orange blossoms rises from the trees along the far wall. He isn't looking at them: he knows by the scent and the flower shadows swaying over the front door.
He reaches out and fumbles, blindly, for the door handle. Smooth, worn wood under his fingertips. Door frame. His thoughts come more slowly with each moment, leaving most of the information of his senses to flow past without interpretation or comment.
A splinter stabs his index finger, and Tsuzuki notes the pain as if from a very great distance. He doesn't flinch. His hand falls on the door handle, he turns it, and the door falls open.
Tsuzuki stumbles over the sill and falls heavily against the wall just inside it, sliding down slowly until he is curled at the base of it.
He closes his eyes.
There's blood everywhere behind his eyelids.]
March 28/Open to Visitors, Hisoka in the evening
[The window is open in Tsuzuki's room. He's not sure if he opened it. It's ... familiar.
It doesn't smell like cherry blossoms outside.
This isn't Meifu.
Hisoka was a shinki, not a shinigami, and Tsuzuki couldn't protect him.
All that blood, and he couldn't heal him.
His thoughts wander by slowly, and the blanks grow between them, until he's staring out the window without thinking anything at all.]
What: Hisoka's dead (or is he?) and Tsuzuki's not coping well.
When: March 27 & 28, 2016
Where: Tajimamori's temple
Warnings: Discussion of character death, depression, self-harm.
Closed to Battler/Late Night March 27
[Tsuzuki isn't sure how he got back to the temple. There are blank spaces in his memory, spreading darknesses after that searing moment when he felt Hisoka dying and his name shattering into an equally blank and empty space where their connection had been.
The sunflowers are blooming all around the porch, and the cloying-sweet scent of orange blossoms rises from the trees along the far wall. He isn't looking at them: he knows by the scent and the flower shadows swaying over the front door.
He reaches out and fumbles, blindly, for the door handle. Smooth, worn wood under his fingertips. Door frame. His thoughts come more slowly with each moment, leaving most of the information of his senses to flow past without interpretation or comment.
A splinter stabs his index finger, and Tsuzuki notes the pain as if from a very great distance. He doesn't flinch. His hand falls on the door handle, he turns it, and the door falls open.
Tsuzuki stumbles over the sill and falls heavily against the wall just inside it, sliding down slowly until he is curled at the base of it.
He closes his eyes.
There's blood everywhere behind his eyelids.]
March 28/Open to Visitors, Hisoka in the evening
[The window is open in Tsuzuki's room. He's not sure if he opened it. It's ... familiar.
It doesn't smell like cherry blossoms outside.
This isn't Meifu.
Hisoka was a shinki, not a shinigami, and Tsuzuki couldn't protect him.
All that blood, and he couldn't heal him.
His thoughts wander by slowly, and the blanks grow between them, until he's staring out the window without thinking anything at all.]
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I thought you would be. It's okay Tsuzu-kun. Everything will work out somehow. I know he's not here right now, but I know somehow Hisoka-san is cheering you on. No matter what happened.
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"I know somehow"--]
Is -- is he?
Can you see him somewhere?
[His grip is almost painfully strong.]
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Tsuzu-kun...
[There really is nothing she can say...so she bringa up her free hand, waving it in the air before grabbing a hold of something. Upon touching it, the thread becomes visible to him. Unlike the time when Tsuzuki saw his own thread, this thread isn't bright. It's dull and limp. It's withered and frayed in different parts as if it could break at any moment.]
It leads to where he last was I think...he's not here but he's not gone either. Bo-san and Vector-san's I can't touch or see. Hisoka-san's is still here....
[The thread speaks for itself. But it shows he's still there right? She's not experienced. She's never really seen anyone die before....]
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Bo's gone. Vector's gone. Hisoka...
Hisoka is just dead, he thinks, and tears spill from his eyes again. He wants to cling to it, but he remembers that strange flinch he'd felt when she touched his thread. And this one is so delicate. There's hardly anything left. What if it broke? Would his soul be lost?
He keeps his hand against it, despite his fears. It would be harder to let go.]
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