Jan. 5th, 2014

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Aya-chan was about to pull the gate down when a ghostly pale figure appeared in front of her. She jumped, startled. Then she saw it was only a beautiful young man. She lifted the gate a little, smiled, and said, "I'm sorry. We're closed." She needed to be closed. After the phone call from Ran, staying up had been… She just wanted to go to her room and cry. Read more... )

Wounded

Jan. 5th, 2014 09:05 am
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Omi patted his knee, and stood to leave, saying he would be back in a few hours to check on Aya and make sure he took the next dose of pain killers. Aya tried not to feel patronized. Fuck it. Fuck Omi. He did feel patronized. He ignored the way pulling on his shirt mage his wound twinge. Yohji had been standing in the doorway, watching Omi bandage him up. He did that sometimes. Aya didn't understand why, but didn't mind the watching, but tended to mind it less when he was clothed. If Aya didn't say something, Yohji would likely just go away eventually. "Do you want something?" Aya asked, glancing over his shoulder.Read more... )
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Aya-chan was told not to gather flowers in this part of the woods. That's part of why she was there. The flowers were lovelier here… and a little strange. For Aya, that only added to their beauty.

"Hello!" The voice was bright and cheerful and coming from just a little behind and above her. Lyn was laying along a tree branch, her light, multi-colored skirts fluttering now and then in faint breezes. She was smiling happily down, green eyes curious.Read more... )