Game 035 [Action] - Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart

[neverplaysfair]

[ If you're up and about late, late on the border of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, you might happen to catch Joshua making his way from the plaza towards Community Housing 5, holding what on closer inspection reveals itself to be a violin case. He's rather under-dressed, especially considering the snow is picking up, but he doesn't seem to mind much at all.

A little later, you can find him on top of Community Housing 5, sans violin case. He's just sitting in the snow, staring up at the stars that occasionally peek through the clouds. ]

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[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua giggles back. ] I decided that if you're going to insist on being here for a bit, you could at least make for entertainment.

[ He lies backwards on the snow, completely ignoring the wetness that now begins to seep into the back of his shirt and onto his skin and feathers. ] I need to get my fill of stargazing while I still have the chance. I wouldn't call it brooding.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind giving up on the stargazing, then.

[ Sanae shuffles his small white wings beneath the jacket, sets down the cake so he can hide his hands in his sleeves. He's grinning. ]

It's a pretty nice present.

[neverplaysfair]

Hmm... how nice?

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

It's not as much fun if I give it away. You'll hafta find out.

[neverplaysfair]

[ He gives another soft giggle and turns his gaze back to the sky. ]

It's not what I'm hoping for, is it? [ There's no hurt in his voice ]

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

No.

[ There's no apology in his. ]

More of what you need than what you want.

[neverplaysfair]

I need her.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

[ The grin shifts, quiets to a more honest smile. ]

Like I said, more of what you need.

[neverplaysfair]

[ Suddenly he realizes where Sanae is going with this, and his smile fades away, but what replaces it is almost a pout. ]

I think I'll stay here. [ But it's not cold that's in his voice. It's tinges of hurt and nostalgia. ]

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

[ It's almost funny, seeing that pout on an adult and not a teenager. Sanae isn't daunted. ]

You haven't slept in weeks.

[neverplaysfair]

That's nothing.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

It's something, and it's a fixable something. I can help you, you just hafta let me.

[neverplaysfair]

You're not fixing it.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

I can fix sleep deprivation. The rest I can't fix, but I can help.

[neverplaysfair]

I don't need to sleep anymore. [ He thinks, at least. But this isn't a fight he wants to be having right now. He just wanted to stare at the stars and pretend he was on top of 104 again where the Music of the city barely reaches and the cold is only mildly uncomfortable. ]

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

You can go a nice long while without it bothering you, but it does get uncomfortable, I'll tell you that now. Sleep might be a relief.

[ The smile's gone, but he's not angry. ]

I did it a few weeks ago and you let me.

[neverplaysfair]

I didn't let you. [ That's a definite pout in his voice. ]

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Right, because you were in pain and practically unconscious from not letting me. It does help. I've seen it happen.

[neverplaysfair]

[ He goes quiet, staring up at the stars more. Then, after a long silence, ]

You poisoned her.

[ Whatever is in his voice, it isn't malice. ]

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

To save her.

[ Something weary breaks across his face, and after a long moment, Sanae looks away to the stars. ]

Do you still hate me for it?

[neverplaysfair]

I doubt I'll ever stop hating you for it.

[ He could go on, he could give his reasons, point out all the alternatives, he could mention how it wasn't necessary... but he's tired. They've had this argument before. This isn't the time or place to start it again. ]

That doesn't mean I won't forgive you for doing it.

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

You didn't protest at 'friends'.

[ This, on the other hand, is something he says while glancing to Josh. Sanae isn't under any delusion that he's earned it, that he's someone trustworthy, and it's not as though he'll be heartbroken to hear they're allies if anything.

But he does like to know where they stand. ]

[neverplaysfair]

[ His face remains completely blank. ]

Should I have?

[nattocat.livejournal.com]

Depends on what you think we are.

[ Another moment of watching, and then he returns to looking at stars. ]

I like it more than 'enemies', anyway.

[neverplaysfair]

Good thing we're not really enemies, then. [ He gives a small sigh. ] Or maybe we are, I suppose. It's not as if I'll change how I act based up some already-constructed label that might or might not be slapped onto our relationship.