[His first thought is that she's just put them there after use without thinking about it... maybe planning to move them later? The slight huff of annoyance vanishes when he sees the note itself, replaced by a sinking dread... he doesn't want to read it, he has a bad feeling about it...
He does, and his mouth goes increasingly dry. By the time he gets to the end his hands are shaking; with what emotion, he doesn't know. It's blurry.
He drops the note and races out the door, fast enough it bounces closed and then open on his trailing scarf with a bang. Maybe there's still time. Maybe he can catch her on the way to the forest. He doesn't know how to get to where the god is, but maybe, maybe.
There's no window in Moon 1, but the ajar door casts ambient light from the hallway. It shifts, in angle and colour, and has long faded by the time the doorknob jitters a little from a hand falling on it, then opens further inwards.
Shin stumbles into the room, and stares blankly at the note on the floor like he's never seen it before. He slowly crouches down to pick it up, and stays there, back sliding down against the ladder's rungs. He draws his knees in like something wounded, folds his arms, still gloved in dark blue, on top, and buries his face in them. His fingers curl, and the paper crumples a little without noise. His shoulders shake silently, and he stays there, in the quiet of the hours of death, until the shaft of bounced-around moonlight is also gone.
He wakes up when his phone vibrates in his pocket for the fifth time. Before he leaves, he moves the console and it's games and charger down onto the bottom bunk.]
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farewell, sweet chiaki
Date: 2022-04-21 10:31 am (UTC)He does, and his mouth goes increasingly dry. By the time he gets to the end his hands are shaking; with what emotion, he doesn't know. It's blurry.
He drops the note and races out the door, fast enough it bounces closed and then open on his trailing scarf with a bang. Maybe there's still time. Maybe he can catch her on the way to the forest. He doesn't know how to get to where the god is, but maybe, maybe.
There's no window in Moon 1, but the ajar door casts ambient light from the hallway. It shifts, in angle and colour, and has long faded by the time the doorknob jitters a little from a hand falling on it, then opens further inwards.
Shin stumbles into the room, and stares blankly at the note on the floor like he's never seen it before. He slowly crouches down to pick it up, and stays there, back sliding down against the ladder's rungs. He draws his knees in like something wounded, folds his arms, still gloved in dark blue, on top, and buries his face in them. His fingers curl, and the paper crumples a little without noise. His shoulders shake silently, and he stays there, in the quiet of the hours of death, until the shaft of bounced-around moonlight is also gone.
He wakes up when his phone vibrates in his pocket for the fifth time. Before he leaves, he moves the console and it's games and charger down onto the bottom bunk.]