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Tweak says, "I need to shut my mouth!"

Saya Otonashi (crimson_blade) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-06-03 16:49:00

Entry tags:

aidan reilly, hei, laura kinney, saya otonashi, tear grants, zero kiryuu

[Video//Action | early morning, before activities]
[The video opens to a pale hand groping pitifully at the floor, where the communicator is filming. She must have knocked it when she went fishing for it. With blue-tinged fingernails, the hand finally nabs the comm and drags it upwards, bypassing a plate of what looks like yesterday's dinner (fried rice with cabbage and root vegetables). The food is untouched.]

[Saya's face comes into view. She's trembling, eyes dull and barely open, skin so pale it's nearly translucent.]

...Zero? [Her voice is as small and shaky and devoid of vitality as the rest of her.] And Yuuki, and Aidan... Tear? Laura? I need to... see you. Please?

[Too late to wish for her bed, or a last trip to the sea. Saya won't make it back, if they even are going back. One last image of the people she cares most about will be the best she can do for the last things she'll ever see.]

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((OOC: Saya's final post in Marina. She'll be falling into hibernation after this and dropped from the game. Thanks to everyone who played with her, it's been a great few years!))

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crimson_blade
2013-07-22 11:17 pm UTC (link)

[It's cruel, hindsight. Wishing for what can't be changed. Saya should never have tied him down like that, and for a long, suffocating second she can almost see his feelings lingering with her long after they should have moved on.]

[But it's done, and Saya has no energy for a frantic backpedal even if the lie would be kinder. Instead she blinks, trying to keep her tears back.]

Will you lay with me... until...

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bottomless_pit
2013-07-28 08:34 pm UTC (link)

[ he nodded immediately, trying to cut off her words, still clinging to the illusion of an uncertain death. ]

Hold still.

[ and he'll gently disentangle his fingers from her hand, standing to ease over and behind her. To hold her. It might be easier this way, neither looking in each others' eyes as the moment slipped them by. It would be a deep sleep, nothing more.

He would hold that illusion, despite the truth that it was. ]

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