Lloyd Irving

[A letter. That's what Lloyd had come home to. A letter. A letter and a suddenly empty apartment, all of Zelos's things just... gone. Lloyd stands there, still numbly holding the letter. Things had been strained between them ever since he'd found out. Found out that Zelos was dead. And how. Why. But he hadn't seen this coming.

Moved out.

Gone.

His thoughts feel broken and stilted. Zelos was gone.

Squeezing his eyes shut, the teen drops heavily into a chair.]

Dammit...

[For a long time all he does is just sit there, too many emotions lodged in his throat and his head to manage anything else. Finally, he pulls his Dreamberry out. He probably looks as bad as he feels - guilty, miserable. Angry. - but he honestly doesn't care. He needs to say something, even if it's stupid and childish.]

Somebody hit Zelos when you see him.

Warnings: None.
Effects: A sense of excitement and determination. (Optional.)


"The first thing you need to know," Lloyd said, lifting a finger with the confidence of someone who knew what they were talking about. "Is how to fly."

( Red like tomatoes, Lloyd? )

Lloyd stirs as the morning light hits his eyes, then yawns and rolls onto his side. The Dreamberry transmits for another few minutes, then shuts off, allowing the peaceful teen his sleep.