![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
( also known as YES I'M GOING TO USE A SHIPPY PICTURE FOR THIS SUE ME OK )
9 comments | Leave a comment
the proper order of things is often a mystery to me.
03 August 2014 @ 09:48 pm
ic; cause you were leaning over me, clutching memories of when i was alive
( also known as YES I'M GOING TO USE A SHIPPY PICTURE FOR THIS SUE ME OK )
30 January 2014 @ 03:37 pm
ic; you look like you've been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel
[ The specific details aren't really important, but somehow Aoba managed to get through everything after Mizuki's hospitalisation and pretty much resolve all of it without frickle fracking with any of the guys around (or his dog, for that matter..) and here we are now, about a month after it all happened and Mizuki woke up from his coma. The young man has been out of the hospital for a few weeks now, but he's still wearing the bandages around his neck like it's the very first day he got out - he might be able to get something tatooed over it, sure, but he doesn't even want to look at it. Or think about it, but that part's a lot harder when everything keeps spooking through his mind.
He messed up, after all. Sure, he had the best intentions at the beginning, but he should have seen all of this stuff coming and done something about it instead of just letting it all happen. And now he's hurt more people than he can count - his entire gang (his family), and then Aoba and his grandmother.. all because he let himself be taken in by Morphine. Sure, thanks to the pressure but mostly belief of a few recovered members of Dry Juice he managed to revive the gang, even if it's not as big as it was before, and it doesn't seem like anyone is blaming him for anything.. but even if they aren't, Mizuki himself is doing that enough.
Even now.
Even now as he's sitting on the floor of Aoba's room he can't stop thinking about it. In front of his gang members he still managed to smile at times, even with as fake as it was, since he felt he had to. But here it's harder. Especially during the moments of silence it hits him all over again. Honestly, sometimes he can hardly believe that even after all of that the other guy would still invite him over like this.
Mizuki awkwardly plays with the fabric of his gloves as if to avoid having to directly look at Aoba. ]