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discedo_logs2008-01-21 07:53 pm
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//In Progress// Like looking backwards into a mirror...
Who: Replica R. & Riku
Where: The rooftop, Latimir Apartments
When: The night after rainfall
Rating: PG?
Summary: Replica's been a bit of an ousted brat, and Real Things have unfinished business with their copies.
the log:
He sometimes dreamed in fading colors. Of watching falling stars, and counting them with a hand in his, on a warm beach in the night. Restless with big ambitions, and hopes of going somewhere out there for grand adventures.
It was late, and now the Replica was out under a black and unfamiliar sky, left to his own for brooding as he straddled the low wall, lying on his back with his sword arm dangling limply over the inside edge, Soul Eater loose in his grip.
Sora had tired him out raw with fighting, and it had felt good to purge all the reckless energy and anger bottled up and still welling deep. But he hated to admit it had left him exhausted at the draw, and still far too proud to skulk downstairs to curl up on a rotting mattress in one of the empty rooms to sleep. The keybearer had gotten too stronger for him, and it was a piercing insult that he felt a sinking suspicion that Sora had held back...and more than just a little.
It stung, to feel way out of league with these others. Others who belonged together so much more, and he was hurt that even Namine seemed more included with Sora's lot than with him. Of course. It was peppy-and-spiky who'd done most of the saving in the end, after all. And the chirpy jerk just goes on pretending like he doesn't even remember me at all. Was I so forgettable of a challenge?
He swung his sword in practice though the air above him a few more times, trying to draw some satisfaction from the vicious 'whoosh' of dragon's wing...but it was hardly a whole-hearted effort, and he eventually let his arm drop again with a harsh sigh, sitting up to stare out over the broken cityscape.
Where: The rooftop, Latimir Apartments
When: The night after rainfall
Rating: PG?
Summary: Replica's been a bit of an ousted brat, and Real Things have unfinished business with their copies.
the log:
He sometimes dreamed in fading colors. Of watching falling stars, and counting them with a hand in his, on a warm beach in the night. Restless with big ambitions, and hopes of going somewhere out there for grand adventures.
It was late, and now the Replica was out under a black and unfamiliar sky, left to his own for brooding as he straddled the low wall, lying on his back with his sword arm dangling limply over the inside edge, Soul Eater loose in his grip.
Sora had tired him out raw with fighting, and it had felt good to purge all the reckless energy and anger bottled up and still welling deep. But he hated to admit it had left him exhausted at the draw, and still far too proud to skulk downstairs to curl up on a rotting mattress in one of the empty rooms to sleep. The keybearer had gotten too stronger for him, and it was a piercing insult that he felt a sinking suspicion that Sora had held back...and more than just a little.
It stung, to feel way out of league with these others. Others who belonged together so much more, and he was hurt that even Namine seemed more included with Sora's lot than with him. Of course. It was peppy-and-spiky who'd done most of the saving in the end, after all. And the chirpy jerk just goes on pretending like he doesn't even remember me at all. Was I so forgettable of a challenge?
He swung his sword in practice though the air above him a few more times, trying to draw some satisfaction from the vicious 'whoosh' of dragon's wing...but it was hardly a whole-hearted effort, and he eventually let his arm drop again with a harsh sigh, sitting up to stare out over the broken cityscape.