It's taking up space in my files, and I won't really need them again. (I think.) But it's good to have them around still.

( Extremely messy. )

Tags: boy is crazy, boy is fucked up, ooc

Quatre stepped quickly, concern etched into his features. The closer he made it to her, the more his soul ached, and his heart clenched painfully tight in his chest. He wanted it to stop -- not for his sake but for hers.

He hardly knew Rena -- they had only spoken once before her breakdown, but it did not stop his worry for her. She had been so sweet in the introduction he had watched weeks ago, and it had become obvious something had disturbed her into her current state.

As much as he didn't want to see anymore violence and murders, Quatre didn't want to see her suffer either; she didn't deserve it. And in such little time, he had found kinship in her; he understood her position -- to be so angered and grieved that the only option seems to be to destroy everything.

Taking a deep breath, Quatre approached the girl cautiously. "Rena?" he called, softly.

Tags: apollo, boy is fucked up, ic, lol potions, ramza, rena, rl rp, what the fuck, wow empathy sucks

A hand touched his back -- tried to at least; it couldn't or perhaps wouldn't find its way through the thick layers of blankets protecting him, and a shrill wail echoed in the room. Quatre flinched, curling further into his foetal position. Even through the refuge of blankets, he could feel the hand, burning with the thermal tradition of a nuclear explosion and decayed with scorched skin. And the shrillness of the wail caused a razor-sharp pain in his temple, as though someone had pierced a knife through his head.

He wanted silence. Their noises -- weeping, cursing, screaming -- were no longer subdued, were no longer controlled, and Quatre found he could not handle it anymore than he could their appearance. The silence given was ZERO, offering nothing when he wanted something. He wanted the little boy too. The child had left, taking with him shy smiles and merciful words and innocent forgiveness. The others offered nothing like ZERO and tormented with zeal. He did not beg though, did not pray they would stop; guilt dictated he was deserving of the punishment. But deserving as he was, he wanted it to end.

Quatre shook, a sob racking his chest. His breath escaped in wavering exhales and between a mantra of Arabic and holy writ. "The selfish soul of the other led him to the murder of his brother: he murdered him, and became himself one of the lost ones.

Then Allah sent a raven, who scratched the ground, to show him how to hide the shame of his brother. "Woe is me!" said he; "Was I not even able to be as this raven, and to hide the shame of my brother?" Then he became full of regrets."

Tags: boy blames himself too much, boy is fucked up, had too much crazy cake, hades!plot, heero, ic, rl rp

On that of Jumu'ah, they were outlines, blinding light of white and red. They didn't have to speak, didn't have to touch, didn't have be seen to be known. Running is impossible from those who follow to the end of the sky, to every last burning star, to every vast expansion of black.

But I see them now. They will be not my Companions, but they appear as so. Blind, burnt flesh, noises as though they have eaten zaqqum. Jahannam possesses winds of ice and Jannah, nothing; but they leave solar flares where they touch.

I can hear the children play, the mothers weep, the fathers curse, the soldiers beg. They murmur in the shadows, injure in the light, watch under the sand. They know who I am, know the curse I have that I learned of only when I met Death.

ZERO. It lingers too, whispering prophecy and encouraging sins. I thought it left when reason returned, when Nanashi died once, when Perfection was not so perfect. It does not leave me be in my sins, my shame, my guilt, my sorrow.

I committed patricide once; I refuse to do it again. I sent Rashid to his family, his true family, not that of falsehood. I've committed it, even when I meant not to. No family like the Dragon, only family made of sin and black blood.

The selfish soul of the other led him to the murder of his brother: he murdered him, and became himself one of the lost ones.

Then Allah sent a raven, who scratched the ground, to show him how to hide the shame of his brother. "Woe is me!" said he; "Was I not even able to be as this raven, and to hide the shame of my brother?" Then he became full of regrets.

[ ooc: Quatre got into River's cake. :| I promise I'll stop abusing the poor boy soon. Really. ]

Tags: boy is fucked up, had too much crazy cake, hades!plot, ic, public
Humeur actuelle: melancholy
Musique actuelle: Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 (Chopin)