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ᴍ.ᴋ. ([personal profile] darkeyed) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight 2019-11-12 10:18 am (UTC)

[It's this damn darkness. Impossible to see clearly long distances, even for the sharpest eyes. He can hear just fine, and Riku cuts an unmistakable silhouette, but--

The one-sided conversation perturbs him for the sole sake of not seeming to add up, busy as he is looking for a conversation partner. Riku speaks as if in the quiet company of a friend, only the aforementioned friends he'd promised are nowhere to be found, not that M.K. can tell. It isn't until Riku sits that he begins to see.

Standing at a lower elevation, the angle's all wrong for him to make out exactly what the other is talking to, but he doesn't have to. Riku gives it away--his tone, his words, detritus crunching under his hands as he brushes it off slightly darker patches on the dark ground. It's a tableau most people in the Badlands know well. The clues are all there.

M.K.'s footfalls add to the soft noises of the night as he gives up his distant vigil to come closer. The moment a nebulous kind of dread gives way to understanding is clear, as he pauses for that moment somewhere over Riku's shoulders. Then carries on again, coming closer so that his lantern's light pools with Riku's.]


Who?

[Who's filling these graves? Because that's what they are: graves, one so new Riku's still wearing it.]

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