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lobsterbox2013-08-21 01:27 am
third_liberator) wrote in lobsterbox2013-08-21 01:27 am
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» where the tall grasses wave
[ now for something completely different ]
Tyr had never been on a train before, much less one that ran underground, but that was the first thing he noticed as he heard the doors slip shut and a sudden jolt shook him awake. Hard benches, yellow lights, and windows that didn't seem to look out onto anything.
The next thing he realized was that even if he didn't know what he was on, he knew that bit of knowledge was irrelevant.
More than anything else, he felt emptiness. Neither wanting nor satisfied, neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. Nothing. It wasn't just that he lost the Soul Eater - though he didn't need to check his hand to be sure it was gone - but he didn't feel himself either. At best, it left him uneasy.
All around him, all he could smell was something like wet cement, and while windows lined the train, all that he could see out them was an unchanging darkness. There were a few other people on the train with him - some laying down on the hard plastic benches, some still staring out the windows, others that were awake and talking with each other - and he was somewhat relieved that he didn't recognize most of them. Maybe they were okay... That was all he could hope for the others.
As for the person next to him, though...he didn't know if it was foolish to even have hope for him to begin with. Was this Tyr's fault or was it meant to happen whether they met or not? He knew Ion's fate from the start, but he still really wished...
Shaking his head of that regret, he placed a gentle hand on the other boy's shoulder. "Ion."
Tyr had never been on a train before, much less one that ran underground, but that was the first thing he noticed as he heard the doors slip shut and a sudden jolt shook him awake. Hard benches, yellow lights, and windows that didn't seem to look out onto anything.
The next thing he realized was that even if he didn't know what he was on, he knew that bit of knowledge was irrelevant.
More than anything else, he felt emptiness. Neither wanting nor satisfied, neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. Nothing. It wasn't just that he lost the Soul Eater - though he didn't need to check his hand to be sure it was gone - but he didn't feel himself either. At best, it left him uneasy.
All around him, all he could smell was something like wet cement, and while windows lined the train, all that he could see out them was an unchanging darkness. There were a few other people on the train with him - some laying down on the hard plastic benches, some still staring out the windows, others that were awake and talking with each other - and he was somewhat relieved that he didn't recognize most of them. Maybe they were okay... That was all he could hope for the others.
As for the person next to him, though...he didn't know if it was foolish to even have hope for him to begin with. Was this Tyr's fault or was it meant to happen whether they met or not? He knew Ion's fate from the start, but he still really wished...
Shaking his head of that regret, he placed a gentle hand on the other boy's shoulder. "Ion."
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To stand up and get off the train. But who said that the train would actually come to a stop? Maybe it would go off far and they would be no need for that. It was more of a matter of awaiting for something to happen. Possibly their minds would abandon them or there simply would no longer be any room for feeling anything negative.
For someone who has died once... Ion has little knowledge on the matter.
"It will seem that you won't ever stop looking for answers."
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"I should still be able to say that about you, too..."
And with that, he turned away from Ion again to sit properly in his seat, face forward and still frowning. He wondered how much Ion knew, if this was like the death he experienced before. If it was, it was cruel of him not to at least tell Tyr what was waiting for them when they would have to finally need to get up and leave. This was still scary... Even if Tyr wouldn't let him know he felt that way.