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Dick Grayson is just wingin it ([info]nightwingingit) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2013-12-10 15:14:00

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Who:Clark and Kon
What:THINGS!
When:Today
Where:Connor's place.
Warning:TBA


Kon didn't remember much of the day before past the return of Grace. Probably because he hadn't seen it. His day had been spent in darkness, either sleeping or awake. He wasn't sure the difference between either just yet. Both were loud. Though sleeping was a little quieter. He couldn't hear all the concerned tones or feel the worried stares passed his way. He knew he'd fucked up. He knew he'd misjudged what he was capable of. He paid the ultimate price in his sight, and nobody in that moment probably could have felt like more of a moron then he did right then. So he slept. At least he pretended to sleep. He didn't mean to insult anyone or worry them more by sleeping so much, but he didn't want to deal with it. He was still trying to figure out how to deal with the fact that he was blind now. That this wasn't just some temporary nightmare, and it was real.

Heaven had burned him.

It was real.

He'd tried to open his eyes so many times already he was only growing more frustrated when met with various shades of gray. But he didn't move from the heat lamps. He just lie there, not wanting to face the horde of concerned bodies. The hovering was becoming a bit much for him. He was blind, not incompetent. Well maybe a little. At least he felt incompetent. He almost would have rather being alone in that hotel room with Cas. It would have been easier.

He'd worked so hard not to be seen as just some dumb kid, and in all of five seconds he felt like he ruined that. All because he felt a need to make sure Cas was okay. He'd stayed because he worried. He opened his eyes because he couldn't feel anything. Nothing like Cas had said, that he might feel that the Grace wasn't of Earth. But he hadn't.

In his stupid moment his entire life had changed, and as he lie there he only had himself to blame. He wasn't hungry, he didn't even try to find the tv. He just lie in the bed he'd stolen from Connor, watching his world of darkness and filling the silence with noise from headphones he'd been given. Much of the time he didn't leave the room, he just didn't feel like it.

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[info]nightwingingit
2013-12-28 10:02 pm UTC (link)
He was trying to deal, but it just wasn't working out great. He had no idea how, but he had too much pride to admit otherwise. He knew what they said about pride before a fall, but he was stuck in his ways. He was trying his best not to make people worry, trying to maintain his usual routine, but it was not working and the more it failed the grumpier he got.

He looked in the direction of Clark's voice, and frowned. "I've been trying to. They don't seem to like me either." Whenever he tried to use his other senses they all sort of collided and made his head hurt. He wasn't the most patient when it came to honing his powers, he tried but often the result was a frustrated stomping away and giving up for the day. Now he didn't have that option and it left him almost constantly cranky. He had no choice but to try to force his other senses into working, and almost constantly had a headache. Still he didn't complain. There was a time he might have spent all of his time whining about said pain, but this was his own fault. He didn't blame Clark or Cas, or Heaven if he was honest. He blamed himself.

"You sure? Mine's been pretty damn foul lately." He'd been struggling with the Tim thing, and then with the apocalypse. He always knew where he stood in the fight, and now he had no clue what soever. That was the hardest thing. What did this make now? Defense? Innocent civilian? He wasn't used to playing the part of innocent civilian. He refused.

"Yeah well, it's not your fault either. I agreed to go. Me. Nobody made me." He didn't want Clark to feel bad. As much hell as he gave him over the few years, it was mostly out of love. He sassed out of love. This was different, serious. Kon wasn't very good at serious. He didn't know how to handle all the guilt being thrown around.

"Yeah..I can't stay here anymore. I'll go insane."He managed with a mouth full of burger oce he finally got the hang of eating without hitting himself in the face with the patty. "Not bad. Like a seven." They'd tried a lot of places that claimed to have the best burgers over the years. This one was up there, but Kon generally just liked hamburgers. He had this theory that bacon cheeseburgers could fix the world if there were enough.

"I just.." He started to apologize, but couldn't form the words. "I let everyone down."

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