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vatheon2012-02-24 03:28 pm
kingwithnocrown) wrote in vatheon2012-02-24 03:28 pm
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Who: Izaya, Dark Link (Sola), Shizuo, and Zelda
Where: On one of the higher buildings in Vatheon for Link and Izaya, ground for Zelda and Shizuo. Yanno how it goes.
When: Friday Evening- just before the sun sets.
Style: Prose for emotionally cryptic content and whatever.
Status: Closed
There had always been a lurking desire, a curiosity of what it was like to die. Izaya liked to think that every human had that curiosity. They wanted to see what dying felt like. They wanted to see, especially, what came after death. Izaya, while an atheist, had always wondered what lay in store for the demsie of his self. There was a thick fear of no longer existing in the world. Perhaps that was the thing that had drawn him to be so fascinated with people who were suicidal. He always wondered how their mind-track worked. How did they actually get to the decision that they wished to die? How, how, how? Izaya was a little surprised more people in Vatheon didn't kill themselves just to understand. Then again, Izaya came from a world of mild despair and heavy apathy.
His shoes were just barely over the edge of the building. It was a long fall but he had made falls like this before. But he had always skidded over the side of the building and used it to break in the fall and narrowed his body down to more so run along the side rather than fall. Today, he would not do that.
At first, he had planned on simply watching Sola fall and explode out in a pile of gore at the very bottom- but....Then a black thought came to mind.
What if he jumped too? A smirk slowly crafted itself across his face and a rare form of insanity breached upon his expression. He was a horrible person and he was so very aware of that. The irony of it all were the people who tried to reassure him that no, no he was a good person somewhere in it all.
Sickly enough, deep down, Izaya knew that that actually just simply wasn't true.
He knew that this was taking a knife to any foundation of a relationship Shizuo and himself had but what did it matter? As far as Izaya was concerned, he was more alone than ever before. Shizuo was preoccupied with the past himself and Izaya had never said that this would be easy. Izaya felt a disgusting amount of hate and spite towards Shizuo. As well as Zelda. He wanted to hurt her in indescribable ways. He wanted to hurt Shizuo and deliver to him the pain of the world. He wanted to split apart his mind at the seams and shove his heart into a pit of acid.
Since Shizuo had so generously given him his heart to do with as he pleased.
Izaya knew that that man would never love him, never find him important- his most important.
Maybe it had cracked Izaya deeper than he'd ever be able to explain. Maybe this was his breaking point. But it was a glorious breaking point if there ever was one.
And he spread his arms out like a holy saint of the suicide and twirled carelessly on the edge.
He faced Sola, smile of sheer excitement on his face.
"They should be here soon."
He had sent both Shizuo and Zelda individual texts to excitedly request them to meet them where both Sola and Izaya were. And Izaya only wished the building were lower- if only to see their faces.
Where: On one of the higher buildings in Vatheon for Link and Izaya, ground for Zelda and Shizuo. Yanno how it goes.
When: Friday Evening- just before the sun sets.
Style: Prose for emotionally cryptic content and whatever.
Status: Closed
There had always been a lurking desire, a curiosity of what it was like to die. Izaya liked to think that every human had that curiosity. They wanted to see what dying felt like. They wanted to see, especially, what came after death. Izaya, while an atheist, had always wondered what lay in store for the demsie of his self. There was a thick fear of no longer existing in the world. Perhaps that was the thing that had drawn him to be so fascinated with people who were suicidal. He always wondered how their mind-track worked. How did they actually get to the decision that they wished to die? How, how, how? Izaya was a little surprised more people in Vatheon didn't kill themselves just to understand. Then again, Izaya came from a world of mild despair and heavy apathy.
His shoes were just barely over the edge of the building. It was a long fall but he had made falls like this before. But he had always skidded over the side of the building and used it to break in the fall and narrowed his body down to more so run along the side rather than fall. Today, he would not do that.
At first, he had planned on simply watching Sola fall and explode out in a pile of gore at the very bottom- but....Then a black thought came to mind.
What if he jumped too? A smirk slowly crafted itself across his face and a rare form of insanity breached upon his expression. He was a horrible person and he was so very aware of that. The irony of it all were the people who tried to reassure him that no, no he was a good person somewhere in it all.
Sickly enough, deep down, Izaya knew that that actually just simply wasn't true.
He knew that this was taking a knife to any foundation of a relationship Shizuo and himself had but what did it matter? As far as Izaya was concerned, he was more alone than ever before. Shizuo was preoccupied with the past himself and Izaya had never said that this would be easy. Izaya felt a disgusting amount of hate and spite towards Shizuo. As well as Zelda. He wanted to hurt her in indescribable ways. He wanted to hurt Shizuo and deliver to him the pain of the world. He wanted to split apart his mind at the seams and shove his heart into a pit of acid.
Since Shizuo had so generously given him his heart to do with as he pleased.
Izaya knew that that man would never love him, never find him important- his most important.
Maybe it had cracked Izaya deeper than he'd ever be able to explain. Maybe this was his breaking point. But it was a glorious breaking point if there ever was one.
And he spread his arms out like a holy saint of the suicide and twirled carelessly on the edge.
He faced Sola, smile of sheer excitement on his face.
"They should be here soon."
He had sent both Shizuo and Zelda individual texts to excitedly request them to meet them where both Sola and Izaya were. And Izaya only wished the building were lower- if only to see their faces.
Reikooooooooo!
He did, however, drift to the thought of how Ion would take the news. The Fon Master has seemed so attached to the silver-haired kid, and they apparently had more in common than most people knew. Guy struggled to think of how Ion would handle his friend's death. The boy was rather delicate, after all - very soft at heart, even in times of peril. If only Anise were around. She could cheer him up.
Guy adjusted his weight as 'Zelda' messed with his communicator, keeping his eyes on the walkway. They had mainly stuck to the back alleys and smaller roads on their way through the city, and luckily hadn't come across anyone yet. But if Zelda was contacting someone, that probably meant things were about to change.
He slows his pace slightly, just enough for 'Zelda' to put his communicator away and re-adjust his grip.
"Hey. Are your housemates going to have issues with this?"
Never fear, the Great Zelos is here~
He recognizes the body after a few steps, the platinum hair and gray-cast skin obvious in the evening jitter of the street lights. He's not breathing, and Zelos closes the gap, willing himself not to sound too shocked, as Zelda had asked.
"What happened? Did that crazy broad get to him? Or that huge Troll everyone's freaking out about?"
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"He - he jumped..."
That was all he said. The reason he jumped was clear to Sheik. Izaya and Sola on top of a building, calling Zelda and Shizuo to watch? It was because of how they felt for them, obviously. It was his fault.
Whoops Guy is not too helpful right now
He lets the two talk and figure out things among themselves, watching the wave of shock ripple between them. Guy kept his mouth shut, his hand firm on the body next to him. He'd continue to assist when and where he was needed. But a thing as delicate as death wasn't something he needed to butt his way into.
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With a shake of his head, Zelos tables his questions for now and focuses just on getting Sheik inside and back to Zelda so she can let it out. He looks at Guy again. "Thanks, I got it from here."
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And with that, he turned on his heel and quietly made his way back down the street. Let them break the news - it was their right to do so, as far as Guy knew. And as concerned as he was for Zelda, he barely knew the woman enough to offer support.
Right now, he would just have to figure out how to handle Ion's inevitable reaction to this whole mess. And he had a long enough walk home to mull over it.
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Arms now free, Zelos wastes no time in pulling Sheik into an embrace. "It's not your fault." His voice is comforting, but firm, brokering no argument.
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"They called us there - Izaya and Sola. Me and Shizuo, I mean. It was definitely because of me. I love him, but not like that. I can't."
Zelda ran a hand through her hair, then paused, looking at the blood on it. "I'm going to take a bath," she mumbled, moving away if Zelos let her. She didn't want to be around anyone just then, she just wanted to finish crying it out.
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He swallows, thinking briefly of his mother's death and how everything would have been better if just.. maybe it would have been him. But it's different. Zelda's different. She's kind and caring and has a wicked sense of humor and doesn't deserve to be made to feel this way. He's irrationally angry at Sola for doing something so selfish to her.
"It's not your fault." He says it again firmly and lets her go, reaching to brush the hair out of her face gently. "You just remember that. I'll get the whole story later, for now you go ahead and wash up. I'll take care of things in the mean time."
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He decides he should also make a post on the network to inform any friends Sola may have, but he needs a little more detail on what happened if he's to answer any questions about it. He dallies until Zelda's time in the bathroom nears the two hour mark, then knocks gently.
"Zelda, Hunny?"
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"Yes, what is it?"
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He's pretty sure he'll need to bring it up on the sly again later if Zelda looks like she's not getting it together, but he's no idiot and knows she needs time to grieve at least for a little while.
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"What is there to say? He did not leave a note of any sort. And mentioning the circumstances of his death would be... uncomfortable. For both of us. Simply say that he won't be back for five days," she replied, voice wavering on the last part. Would Sola be back? He wasn't like other people. Something felt strange about him.
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"Look, do you... I don't mean this as a come on or anything, but do you want to sleep in my bed with me tonight? I swear, hands to myself. I just figure, y'know, human contact and comfort."
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"Alright."
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He slides in next to her and outs the light, rolling over to pull her up next to him loosely in a comfortable embrace.
The post can wait until morning.
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This isn't really helping her much. What was that song..?
Clearing his throat quietly, the Chosen begins to hum. It's a low sound, almost just a rumble in his chest, but the tune is quite clearly the lullaby Zelda sings for them every so often when they need to sleep and don't wish to dream. He knows he can't do the same magic with it, he doesn't know the spell, but the song itself he hopes will be some comfort.
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And then she suddenly threw her arms around Zelos and held on tight, just giving up completely on holding her tears back. She knew he wouldn't bring this up again later, so it would be alright.
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He holds her all through the night and doesn't let go until she does first.