[His head felt... fuzzy. Slipping in and out of sleep, only making the passage of time harder for him to pin down - but he was certain it'd only been a few days since he popped back into existing, right on the border of Empatheias.
Didn't take very long for people to find him, resting weakly against a nearby tree and just processing everything. Thinking, lost in his thoughts as he usually was until words broke him out of it - some held worry, concern - others anger and on the verge of scolding him for being so reckless. Same old, same old. Generally what he expected to hear from those he built a relationship with, but he was too tired to really say much in return as they brought him to the hospital to rest up. Didn't really have much choice in the matter, and even then he probably would have gotten an earful if he did try to protest.
More reasons on why silence was the better option, not that he lasted long before passing out again.
It was only a blur of colors and noises during those moments when he did wake up. Flashes of faces and brief conversations here and there, some he can remember. Most he couldn't, but he thought he noticed Fuuka's presence a few times, and yet with how often he thought he heard Aki yelling at him, it was hard to figure out what was him dreaming and what wasn't.
It's only now, staring dully up at the ceiling, that he felt more like himself and capable of thinking a little more clearly. Exhausted still, sure, but not as much as he had been. Recalling, albeit slowly, everything prior to him tumbling into that span of blackness and nonsensical pieces of... who the hell knows. He recalled the pain, at the very least. Splattering of crimson against the ground, sounds of a hammer cracking bone after putting all his strength into that last hit before collapsing to a heap on the floor...
Fuuka's face, before things went dark.
Immediately, he shoved that memory out of his mind. Face twisting in a grimace, because it wasn't the first time he'd seen that expression on her before. Hell, wasn't the first time he died in front of her either, but knowing he put her through that pain again made it where he couldn't help lifting both hands to cover his face with a loud, drawn out sigh.
Didn't take much for him to realize he fucked up big time. He could have prevented his death easily, wasn't like this monster was tougher than all the other shit he's faced, but if he hadn't been so caught up in thinking back to that stupid bullshit argument - if he'd simply been paying attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed things sooner. Could have easily blocked the attack, rather than just dive in front of it like the dumbass he was, too desperate in keeping Fuuka safe without properly thinking things through like he usually would.
And for that mistake, he supposed he really did deserve getting some common fuckin' sense knocked into him.]
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rpers_reprieve2017-06-10 10:39 pm
♥ hey sup have a tsundere
Didn't take very long for people to find him, resting weakly against a nearby tree and just processing everything. Thinking, lost in his thoughts as he usually was until words broke him out of it - some held worry, concern - others anger and on the verge of scolding him for being so reckless. Same old, same old. Generally what he expected to hear from those he built a relationship with, but he was too tired to really say much in return as they brought him to the hospital to rest up. Didn't really have much choice in the matter, and even then he probably would have gotten an earful if he did try to protest.
More reasons on why silence was the better option, not that he lasted long before passing out again.
It was only a blur of colors and noises during those moments when he did wake up. Flashes of faces and brief conversations here and there, some he can remember. Most he couldn't, but he thought he noticed Fuuka's presence a few times, and yet with how often he thought he heard Aki yelling at him, it was hard to figure out what was him dreaming and what wasn't.
It's only now, staring dully up at the ceiling, that he felt more like himself and capable of thinking a little more clearly. Exhausted still, sure, but not as much as he had been. Recalling, albeit slowly, everything prior to him tumbling into that span of blackness and nonsensical pieces of... who the hell knows. He recalled the pain, at the very least. Splattering of crimson against the ground, sounds of a hammer cracking bone after putting all his strength into that last hit before collapsing to a heap on the floor...
Fuuka's face, before things went dark.
Immediately, he shoved that memory out of his mind. Face twisting in a grimace, because it wasn't the first time he'd seen that expression on her before. Hell, wasn't the first time he died in front of her either, but knowing he put her through that pain again made it where he couldn't help lifting both hands to cover his face with a loud, drawn out sigh.
Didn't take much for him to realize he fucked up big time. He could have prevented his death easily, wasn't like this monster was tougher than all the other shit he's faced, but if he hadn't been so caught up in thinking back to that stupid bullshit argument - if he'd simply been paying attention to his surroundings, he would have noticed things sooner. Could have easily blocked the attack, rather than just dive in front of it like the dumbass he was, too desperate in keeping Fuuka safe without properly thinking things through like he usually would.
And for that mistake, he supposed he really did deserve getting some common fuckin' sense knocked into him.]
you're like, one year late to this post :////
Then I will obviously have to make it up with cute things!! :>
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