伊佐那社 isana yashiro (
parasolspinning) wrote in
vatheon2013-05-04 04:37 pm
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Who am I, lost at the first sign, who am I letting go at the worst time...
Who: Yashiro Isana and you
Where: On the island
When: 5/4, late evening after the sun has set
Status: Open
Style: Action
[Running away, shutting down, sheltering himself away from the things that hurt... these were the ways the Silver King dealt with grief. He knew it was cowardly. It always had been cowardly. But the loss of his sister decades ago had done everything to shape who he was, and he knew that who he was, wasn't that great of a person most of the time. He had been given more chances than he thought he deserved, but his time as Yashiro Isana had convinced him to try and change all that.
For a time, it worked.
But with Kuroh leaving, some part of him had fallen back in to those habits. He spent most of his time on the island alone since the bubble had cracked, only sleeping when he absolutely needed to, and sheltering his emotions by avoiding the Red Clan as often as he could manage. He didn't begrudge their hospitality, but they were a reminder of what he didn't have any more. When had he gotten so attached? When had he let some one in to his heart again? He didn't even know, and even if Kuroh was safe back home... at some point, he was going to return and then...
He didn't want to think about it. But it was there, on his mind as he sat on the shore, pants rolled up to his knees, sea water rushing up with the tide around him, gold eyes turned towards the very faint remnants of gold on the horizon.]
Where: On the island
When: 5/4, late evening after the sun has set
Status: Open
Style: Action
[Running away, shutting down, sheltering himself away from the things that hurt... these were the ways the Silver King dealt with grief. He knew it was cowardly. It always had been cowardly. But the loss of his sister decades ago had done everything to shape who he was, and he knew that who he was, wasn't that great of a person most of the time. He had been given more chances than he thought he deserved, but his time as Yashiro Isana had convinced him to try and change all that.
For a time, it worked.
But with Kuroh leaving, some part of him had fallen back in to those habits. He spent most of his time on the island alone since the bubble had cracked, only sleeping when he absolutely needed to, and sheltering his emotions by avoiding the Red Clan as often as he could manage. He didn't begrudge their hospitality, but they were a reminder of what he didn't have any more. When had he gotten so attached? When had he let some one in to his heart again? He didn't even know, and even if Kuroh was safe back home... at some point, he was going to return and then...
He didn't want to think about it. But it was there, on his mind as he sat on the shore, pants rolled up to his knees, sea water rushing up with the tide around him, gold eyes turned towards the very faint remnants of gold on the horizon.]

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She is pretty sure that Shiro is worried about Kuroh, and home, still. She gave him that amount of time to make sure he wasn't just watching the sunset, which probably was a nice lovely color
but not red enough red for her.A couple minutes more, and Anna has gotten her shoes and stockings off.
Splash, Shiro. You have been splashed. ]
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Anna...
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[ She's watching. Just in case that another splash might be needed. ]
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[ She's distracting you, Shiro. ]
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[Though he probably looks terribly tired.]
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[ This is the look of 'If you say so.' ]
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... should you be this far away from Kusanagi-san and the others?
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[ And there's a flicker of expression on 'the others'. Guess who hasn't woken up for a little bit... ]
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I'm still amazed they trust me so much.
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[ No, they didn't actually tell her all this. She snoops, a little. ]
... And I occasionally go out on my own anyway.
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It's still strange to not see you at Suoh-san's side all the time. But I suppose if you can handle yourself...
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[ But reading minds can produce a bunch of little defenses- ]
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Good evening, Kusanagi-san.
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[ It's bad enough his bar is currently flooded beyond belief, but the fact that both Mikoto and Tatara had slipped into a mysterious sleep coma for the past few weeks was a cruel reminder of home. ]
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[It hasn't been working very well for him lately.]
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[ Izumo tosses the butt of his cigarette into the sand below. And it's only a few seconds before he's fishing the pack out of his pocket for a second smoke. He's pretty sure the Silver Kind doesn't have the same bad habit as him, but he holds the pack out to him anyway, just in case he feels he needs one. ]
I give ya credit for that.
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Ah... you know... I spent years with Japanese scientists and soldiers and yet I never once tried one, even though they all smoked like it was going out of style.
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[Bad humor. But at least he's smiling faintly as he reaches for one.]
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