redcladidealist: (Giving me a headache)
[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.
redcladidealist: (Up at the stars)
Warnings: None
Effects: Feelings of desperation, then safety.

His feet pounded on the dirt, his heartbeat rapid, deafening. )


Nngh. [Something is tickling his cheek. The dream fades as consciousness slowly penetrates his brain, but the Dreamberry remains on, recording. He turns his face away from whatever it was touching - giving anyone still watching a very good view of the thick lines and doodles drawn all over his face. There's a feather on his pillow, and more on his shirt, stuck to... is that syrup?]

Huh? [Lloyd's eyes are open now and he's staring groggily at the Dreamberry.] Why's that on...? [He reaches out and picks it up, but he doesn't turn it off before dropping his head back onto his pillow. He might have forgotten to. He's still half asleep.] Ugh. I'm so not ready to wake up...

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