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( he's tired. in the back of his head there's a burbling of white noise that sounds like shrieks and screams and splurting fluids and dying. ther's a fire that crackles and devours, even though most recently he'd been by the sea, watching as the waters settled, the monster trying to dissolve them all beaten back until it consumed itself. an ouroboros of sorts, he thinks, and then wonders when he last thought about the snake that swallowed its own tail.
his hand rests against the side of one stone lion, grateful for its steadiness. he doesn't remember at what point where he felt pulled to this place; or how he made it from the beach back through the suburbs heading north, toward the city. he hadn't found a bus. maybe he'd ridden the lion, somehow; he stands on the sidewalk leaning against a stone shoulder, idly tracing his fingers over scars in the stone. one of the lion's ears has been chipped, permanently; improbably enough, the lion purrs in a great impossible rumble, sitting down as Yuri fails to move forward. the bag Yuri had picked up again at some point slid down with a thud, resting at the back of his legs. mine, he thinks tiredly, and he doesn't fight it for once.
he wants a shower. ten showers. he wants a bed. his bed. he wants a phone charger and an outlet and to know his friends are all okay. he wants to talk to his Grandpa. he wants to not have to move.
he ignores that last part, not trapped in or in a shitty swamp or in a poorly lit house buried under dust and death and its own weighted history. he's not poisoned, though he's a little singed and a hell of a lot of sore. he's not bleeding (much) past incidental small injuries, nicks and cuts. he's sweat and dirt streaked, sand-dust coating his dress shirt and the 1960's suit slacks that'd mostly come through intact. his abused leopard print sneakers jut out of the bottom.
when he thinks he sees Anya in the middle distance, he squints, half clamouring up on the lion to get a better view after asking it to stand. the lion cranes its neck to look up at him, and Yuri keeps his balance on stone shoulders, shielding his eyes. he's relieved once he's stop being disbelieving, the intensity of the emotion sweeping in a singular joy as he lights up, smiling, wanting to laugh in spite of being exhausted.
cupping his hands around his mouth and drawing air in his lungs, he shouts: )
Nasteeeeenkaaaaaaaaaaaa!
( then he's leaping down, racing her way, lion shaking its massive stone head and trotting along in his wake, his pack politely picked up and carried in its mouth. )
his hand rests against the side of one stone lion, grateful for its steadiness. he doesn't remember at what point where he felt pulled to this place; or how he made it from the beach back through the suburbs heading north, toward the city. he hadn't found a bus. maybe he'd ridden the lion, somehow; he stands on the sidewalk leaning against a stone shoulder, idly tracing his fingers over scars in the stone. one of the lion's ears has been chipped, permanently; improbably enough, the lion purrs in a great impossible rumble, sitting down as Yuri fails to move forward. the bag Yuri had picked up again at some point slid down with a thud, resting at the back of his legs. mine, he thinks tiredly, and he doesn't fight it for once.
he wants a shower. ten showers. he wants a bed. his bed. he wants a phone charger and an outlet and to know his friends are all okay. he wants to talk to his Grandpa. he wants to not have to move.
he ignores that last part, not trapped in or in a shitty swamp or in a poorly lit house buried under dust and death and its own weighted history. he's not poisoned, though he's a little singed and a hell of a lot of sore. he's not bleeding (much) past incidental small injuries, nicks and cuts. he's sweat and dirt streaked, sand-dust coating his dress shirt and the 1960's suit slacks that'd mostly come through intact. his abused leopard print sneakers jut out of the bottom.
when he thinks he sees Anya in the middle distance, he squints, half clamouring up on the lion to get a better view after asking it to stand. the lion cranes its neck to look up at him, and Yuri keeps his balance on stone shoulders, shielding his eyes. he's relieved once he's stop being disbelieving, the intensity of the emotion sweeping in a singular joy as he lights up, smiling, wanting to laugh in spite of being exhausted.
cupping his hands around his mouth and drawing air in his lungs, he shouts: )
Nasteeeeenkaaaaaaaaaaaa!
( then he's leaping down, racing her way, lion shaking its massive stone head and trotting along in his wake, his pack politely picked up and carried in its mouth. )
( he's written approximately 40 messages to her and deleted every single one. he has no idea what to say to her, especially not after all that, but he's scared and he just needs to know she's ok. )
are you okay, anya? please let me know
i'm sorry i know you probably don't want to hear from me
but a lot of crazy stuff is happening
just let me know you're okay
i'm sorry
are you okay, anya? please let me know
i'm sorry i know you probably don't want to hear from me
but a lot of crazy stuff is happening
just let me know you're okay
i'm sorry
come by my office. The morgue sent back results about the arm.
ah, it's nice to be back home again!
by the way! i got a cool memory during the whole mess, so i kind of want to talk to you about it, since you know, it's related to space and all, i figured you'd be interested??
by the way! i got a cool memory during the whole mess, so i kind of want to talk to you about it, since you know, it's related to space and all, i figured you'd be interested??
At least we weren't dancing on it this time.
anyway what I'm saying is I definitely fucked up
I told him I love him what the hell am I doing
I told him I love him what the hell am I doing
Sawamura thinks I'm dating someone behind his back now.
[ Meant for Yukine, but Anya can probably offer ... something. ]
[ Meant for Yukine, but Anya can probably offer ... something. ]
I don't know why, but it really felt like I punched somebody before.
The weird thing is I enjoyed it...
[whoops misfire]
The weird thing is I enjoyed it...
[whoops misfire]
hey anya are you free friday
?
im getting together a group of people to go apple picking
so far rose and john said yes
i have to cross-confirm with chiyo silver and yato on the dates but they all tentatively said yes previously
and just some other people
nbd if not but i thought it could be like
a fun thing
?
im getting together a group of people to go apple picking
so far rose and john said yes
i have to cross-confirm with chiyo silver and yato on the dates but they all tentatively said yes previously
and just some other people
nbd if not but i thought it could be like
a fun thing
[ okay..... okay.
it's not just the university — everyone at the agency is also abuzz with sena's sudden hair color change. he has received mixed receptions; from admiration that his hair looks even more unique and silver looks good on him, or downright insulting to the point where he should pack up and quit modeling altogether.
it really is a good thing he's currently taking a break from his other social media, but who cares about gossip, right? Sena does, unfortunately. Which is why he decides to call up his precious kouhai instead of sending a text and risking another misfire. ring ring, anya. ]
Anya. Can I talk to you for a bit?
it's not just the university — everyone at the agency is also abuzz with sena's sudden hair color change. he has received mixed receptions; from admiration that his hair looks even more unique and silver looks good on him, or downright insulting to the point where he should pack up and quit modeling altogether.
it really is a good thing he's currently taking a break from his other social media, but who cares about gossip, right? Sena does, unfortunately. Which is why he decides to call up his precious kouhai instead of sending a text and risking another misfire. ring ring, anya. ]
Anya. Can I talk to you for a bit?
[chuuya's learned his lesson about texting, mostly. and while he wouldn't complain about strangers finding this out... well, after the way anya reacted to finding out he'd been broken up with before, he feels like he owes her the conclusion to that story.
so. ring ring, anya.]
Hey, kiddo. You remember what we talked about before? With my ex, I mean.
so. ring ring, anya.]
Hey, kiddo. You remember what we talked about before? With my ex, I mean.
[it's an actual phone call! since sometimes a text just won't do.]
Anya? Do you have a moment to talk?
Anya? Do you have a moment to talk?
[ Yato dreams of fire and anguished voices. His hands curled around scorching metal, flames eating at his clothes and then his skin. A river mirrored with a hundred fireflies, luminous and beautiful in the moonlight. A simple game, a dreadful mistake. Agony lances through him from within, and wolves rumble nearby, watching.
Yato's eyes crack open, and he's staring up at the ceiling of a sterile room. He's tucked into a bed. It's still and quiet. His memories are a jumble, but when he reaches back, he remembers the face of a friend, streaked with blood and twisted with insanity.
Chuuya. Dead by Yato's hand.
A fresh wave of weariness courses through him. He turns his head enough to see someone next to this bed. He knows who it is before he really sees her; the faint glimpse of silver is a dead giveaway. His hand reaches out from under his blanket to find her. ]
Anya...
[ How long has he been out? How long has she been waiting here? ]
Yato's eyes crack open, and he's staring up at the ceiling of a sterile room. He's tucked into a bed. It's still and quiet. His memories are a jumble, but when he reaches back, he remembers the face of a friend, streaked with blood and twisted with insanity.
Chuuya. Dead by Yato's hand.
A fresh wave of weariness courses through him. He turns his head enough to see someone next to this bed. He knows who it is before he really sees her; the faint glimpse of silver is a dead giveaway. His hand reaches out from under his blanket to find her. ]
Anya...
[ How long has he been out? How long has she been waiting here? ]
[ I'm gonna say this is after Baren so Yato is well acquainted with the totalitarianism of the mistletoe bat horde...
Killing the bats is apparently Not a Good Strategy, so when another one starts flapping gently after Yato, he sprints away at top speed. FUCK THIS MONTH HE WON'T BE A PRISONER FREE THE COMMON MAN
Alas, the bat is a persistent little vermin, so it follows him and follows him until he's too tired to run anymore. When Anya comes upon Yato, he'll be lying prone on the sidewalk, sweaty, facedown, and with a mistletoe bat settled peacefully on the back of his head and squeaking Mariah Carey. ]
Killing the bats is apparently Not a Good Strategy, so when another one starts flapping gently after Yato, he sprints away at top speed. FUCK THIS MONTH HE WON'T BE A PRISONER FREE THE COMMON MAN
Alas, the bat is a persistent little vermin, so it follows him and follows him until he's too tired to run anymore. When Anya comes upon Yato, he'll be lying prone on the sidewalk, sweaty, facedown, and with a mistletoe bat settled peacefully on the back of his head and squeaking Mariah Carey. ]
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