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vatheon2013-08-21 10:40 pm
doctor_dragoon) wrote in vatheon2013-08-21 10:40 pm
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My age has never made me wise
Who: Night and Yukio
Where: Yukio’s bedroom in the Villa
When: Wednesday night.
Style: Starting in brackets, will follow.
Status: Closed.
[Yukio glared at the bubble hovering over his head again before he removed his glasses and set them on his bedside table. At least without his glasses the bubble was less distinct. Just an annoying blurry shape rather than a curse broadcasting everything he worked so hard to hide on a daily basis.
He’d been lucky so far, able to avoid awkward topics in public and keep out of social situations in general. Surface thoughts were easy enough to deal with and he’d had more than enough practice keeping himself composed, inside and out (mostly)… Some might call it “lying”, but it was a skill that had served him well for a very long time.
Shaking his head to himself, the exorcist gave the bubble one more frown before sliding into his bed and under the blankets, turning to rest on one side so that the curse wouldn’t distract him from sleeping. He got more of that in Nautilus than he ever had at home, but it never seemed to be quite enough.]
Where: Yukio’s bedroom in the Villa
When: Wednesday night.
Style: Starting in brackets, will follow.
Status: Closed.
[Yukio glared at the bubble hovering over his head again before he removed his glasses and set them on his bedside table. At least without his glasses the bubble was less distinct. Just an annoying blurry shape rather than a curse broadcasting everything he worked so hard to hide on a daily basis.
He’d been lucky so far, able to avoid awkward topics in public and keep out of social situations in general. Surface thoughts were easy enough to deal with and he’d had more than enough practice keeping himself composed, inside and out (mostly)… Some might call it “lying”, but it was a skill that had served him well for a very long time.
Shaking his head to himself, the exorcist gave the bubble one more frown before sliding into his bed and under the blankets, turning to rest on one side so that the curse wouldn’t distract him from sleeping. He got more of that in Nautilus than he ever had at home, but it never seemed to be quite enough.]