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[distressedude]

[Anise hadn't even been gone a full day yet and Ion already didn't know what to do with himself. It hurt to look across the hall and know that the room was empty. It hurt knowing he wouldn't see Anise's smiling face as she cooked breakfast in the morning. It hurt knowing he wouldn't get to spend another day with her around the village. It hurt knowing he still had so many things he wanted to talk to her about, things he needed to say to her, and now he couldn't.]

[Too many things were hurting and he didn't know how to handle it. He'd never felt something like this before.]

[And the only thing he could think of right now was to try not handling it. He needed time. This was different from the kidnappings; he may not have been able to know when, but he always knew she would come back eventually. And he would be there waiting for her. Now? He wasn't sure he could wait. Naturally, the thought that he might never see her again had already crossed his mind. Even if she were brought back to Luceti, he could be sent back before then...]

[He needed to get his mind off of things. Even if just for a day. Even if just for an hour.]

[Which is why Ion will be making his way around the village today, first stopping at the library and trying in vain to lose himself within the pages of a good book. Or a few books. From there, he wanders the areas around the plaza for awhile, perhaps grabbing something to eat at one of the restaurants despite his lack of an appetite. Eventually he'll give up on this and settle for walking the paths of the village until it gets too cold to do so anymore. By the time the sun has set, he'll be sitting on the front porch of House 1 and looking up at the starry sky, still not quite ready to head back inside.]

Comments

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Ah... yeah. [Simon leans back a little, feeling infinitely more awkward but unable to conceal it with Ion right there. With him out of the way, it's probably even more obvious who the statue is.] I just... wanted to do something. To remember, or... [...Or something.]

[distressedude]

[Yes, he can see exactly who that carving is supposed to be. He feels a slight twinge in his chest. It's just something so sad, and so sweet.]

[He stares at the statue for a few moments before glancing back to Simon, and then back at the statue.]

...she should have a little Tokunaga with her, too.

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Simon leans back a little, considering this, then nods and shuffles around for a smaller rock.]

I should have put her on top of him... she'd like that, wouldn't she...

[distressedude]

...I'm sure she would.

[And while Simon's looking around, Ion's looking the statue over... even if it was still unfinished, it was impressive.]

It looks very good so far. Do you make things like this often?

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

Just... when someone goes home. [He shifts a bit, then points towards the bridge- not far away from where they are now is a little collection of stone heads, of varying size, detail, and age, from the look of things; some have bits of moss growing on them, or dirt washed on from the rain and melting snow, and some are newer and cleanly chipped. By now there's eight of them- nine, counting Anise.]

[distressedude]

[...]

[Ion doesn't know what to say to that.]

[How long has Simon been here, losing so many people who must have been dear to him? This place was cruel...]

[dawndigger.livejournal.com]

[Simon leans back a bit, glancing back at Ion's expression. After a moment, he manages a smile, shaking his head.]

It's... it's okay. Everyone still here... they mean a lot to me. It's lonely sometimes, but as long as Kamina's with me, I know I'll be okay.

[Even... even if he really, really misses her. ...Them.]