Echoes of Fire
Sometimes he still sees it. A city torn to pieces. A flash of light that hurt the eyes, that made them all shield away, and then look on in horror. A mushroom cloud over the city, buildings and lights, people and corpses alike turned to atoms. Souji had been surprisingly stable through it all, but watching that…. after everything that happened… knowing that there were still people there who weren't so lucky, that he and those who were with him could still be in that infernal inn… Everyone else had broken down at one point during the ordeal… but in the deafening silence of the blast, it was Souji whose voice cracked, piercing the tense air. It was… over. Completely… and all he could feel was sorrow. His friends. People he's worked with before… and somehow, parts of himself he would never get back… all of it destroyed along with the city. He had kept it all inside until then… the dam just broke.
Tonight was a night like that… he could hear his own screams in his ears. The panic, the fear, the pain, the sadness… everything crashed on him at once… holding onto that sword and falling to the ground, crying and sobbing until nothing else was left… everyone around unsure how to approach him. Only a few people were brave enough to come close afterward. He was weak. Exhausted… he remembered waking up in a van, being moved to a shelter once they were found.
And not long after that, he was approached. Everyone apparently said the same thing… the Japanese boy in the skirt… he cut through the zombies when the guns ran out. He was silent and deadpan… until the end. Souji simply called it a fear response… unable to take anymore… a refusal to die in that hole…
"And now I do this every day…" he smirked to himself, raising a glass to the ceiling. It burned down his throat in a way that felt satisfying. He had gotten used to it now. Handled the fear now with a better attitude… it started to become… mundane… He no longer woke up screaming, grabbing at himself, checking for bite marks… scratches… gross tongues around his legs, his neck.
"Here's hoping I'm not sent in too late… and if I am… get me outta there alive, ne Ari-chan??" he smiled softly. His best friend. His stylist… The only good thing about the blast that day… was that his friend could finally rest. Surely she was looking after him now. It… made him feel better.
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Wow, what a lovely day of reading fanfiction! *looks at clock*
Tf you mean it's nearly 11pm
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the BEST new pokémon in gen 9 btw are these two sanrio reject ass mice that count as one pokemon together
but they they silently evolve from level 25+ into the exact same two mice but now they have 1 or 2 kids with them. literally you open your party to discover that these two mice FUCKED in their pokeball and have now sprung their kid(s) on you
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Since book 7 part 5 (the part where we meet Meleanor/Maleanor 👀) is coming to EN this month, i would love to see your take on lilia’s proposal to meleanor! i mean they were like little kids right? it couldn’t have been that serious…i think the only reason she even brought it up again is because she could tell lilia still genuinely loved her…(even if he didn’t realize it himself?) but, oh well! Let’s think about silly childhood shenanigans to numb the pain! ^_^ (orz)
oh shit?! get ready for a doozy guys, it's comiiiiiing ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
I chickened out of posting the whole thing (look, I get VERY carried away when it comes to these wacky kids and their Tragedy), but I do believe that it probably ended with Lilia getting embarrassed and just shoving the first thing he sees into his mouth to try and cover for it.
(we're just lucky it wasn't a frog this time)
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aziraphale literally just realized his feelings for crowley and proceeds to spend the rest of the night planning a batshit insane magical act involving said love of his life shooting him on stage. he’s very normal
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