Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-10-24 11:50 pm (UTC)

Aoba couldn’t even say he went for a walk. He returned to the balcony and paced in circles for half an hour or more, alone at first, and then with Ren. It went about as well as Desire trying to talk to Declan had been. And as for all that…to Aoba, it had been like a weirdly lucid dream. He knew—roughly what had happened. Maybe not the exact words, but the sentiments. A few choice phrases.

Enough to know that he had no idea how he was ever going to face Declan again, but for the fact that he had to.

So that…was his other side. It had been like communicating through clouded glass and an intercom with faulty wiring, but it had been there. He had something of a headache again, but it was minor in the long run of headaches he’d had in his life. Like muscles got when they were exercised again for the first time in ages. Standoffish, uncertain. A stranger in his own head.

Their head?

He crept in to a dark, quiet apartment, and did everything he could not to disturb the stillness of it.

He kicked off his boots and stretched out on the couch, afraid to even enter the bedroom proper once he’d dared a glance in and seen the heap of blanket-buried Titan. It didn’t matter that he had his own trundle, a literal space of his own. He didn’t want to intrude.

He lifted his headphones to his ears, turned them up, and did his best to sleep.

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