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equinoctials ([personal profile] equinoctials) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight 2019-10-20 03:10 pm (UTC)

[ He sounds so tired. Like he's been scared for so long he's forgotten what it's like to be anything else, wrung out from bracing for the worst too much, too often. Then Quentin tells him he has problems sometimes, like this isn't even anything new, that it's been that way for years and-

Riku thinks he understands a little bit better what lies behind some of his quirks.

There's a lot in his head, there's a lot he's tried to share with others, so he speaks in a rush like he might skip something if he doesn't get it all out, but there's a fear in him, too. So he stops himself, he backtracks, or starts over. Isn't he doing that right now? Saying too much, realizing he's said too much, and trying to retreat? ]


Quentin-

[ Pathetic.

Riku's eyes tighten, resentfully. He doesn't turn to look at the imposing figure he senses lingering on the periphery of his vision, he isn't real. He can't smell his Darkness. He's only an echo of the shadows in his own heart. But still he speaks, low and deep, dripping its dark poison into Riku's ear.

He but returns to his heart's true nature. Leave him to embrace his shadows. ]


I'm not leaving you alone.

[ He opens his hand, non-threateningly. Twice he begins to speak, but the way Riku's eyes keep making these small movements, searching Quentin's expression, the manner in which he carries himself, all suggests he's trying to measure what he says next. ]

You're seeing things. You're probably feeling them and hearing them, too. Shadows of the past.

It doesn't matter if I try telling you they aren't there because it feels real.

[ He places his palm over his own heart, the other hand moving at his side. There's something open about it, imploring. ]

How it all feels is exactly-

[ Riku drops to the floor like he's been struck unexpectedly, his breath puffing at the withered leaves and shriveled grass against his cheek. He doesn't seem hurt, just frustrated, making no effort to pry away the pressure he feels on his back and the curve of his skull. Knowing the hands aren't there doesn't help the fact that they're quite capable of knocking things and people around.

Still you shun his fate? Riku squeezes shut his eyes against the voice in his ear, lips peeling back from his gritted teeth. He's not there. He's not. Foolish boy, you cannot snatch back every heart teetering on the cusp of all-consuming darkness! ]


-ngh! You're not alone! Robin called this an event, which means it will pass. You don't have to deal with this by yourself!

[ The pressure evaporates at once, Riku shoves himself up by a forearm, looking up again through the veil of his fringe. ]

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