cleartranquil: (Neutral: Lack of Focus)
Yuffie Kisaragi ([personal profile] cleartranquil) wrote in [community profile] interstellar55552016-02-05 06:41 am

I'll tell you all how the story ends

Who: Ghost Quest kids and all those who want to see them.
What: So as it turns out, going against the label might've been a bad move. Who knew, right? 
When: Feb 3rd and after 
Where: Pride HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, aftermath of violence, aftermath of brainwashing, dudes there's some dark stuff.

For the past three days, the troublemakers and ghost helpers of Pride Records were kept locked away from their friends and their bands. 

As far as everyone else knew, they were just gone. And then they were back. 

They are all worse for wear, some far more than others and some much more mentally than physically, but they are all returned to their penthouses, finally, at the end of their ordeals. 

But, at least they're back. Somewhat in one piece. For the most part. 
tigermillionaire: (no fighting shakira shakira)

[personal profile] tigermillionaire 2016-02-08 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
It's weird, how a gesture that used to annoy the hell out of him has come full circle into something that is an active comfort. Especially now. He can't remember why he ever would have disliked or been afraid of this kind of intimacy. Right now it's the only thing that makes things seem better.

He doesn't question what she'll do when she's done or anything else about what's going on. He just lets his mind rest after what seems like an extremely long time. It doesn't take long at all for him to become still enough with sleep that the grip of his fingers loosen and his breath deepens.
blindfoldcode: (let's break the standard)

[personal profile] blindfoldcode 2016-02-08 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She pulls her hand from his grip carefully so as not to wake him up. Lifting the blankets to be firmly tucked around his shoulder, she lets out a shaky breath and moves to the door. A glance over her shoulder and her heart crumples as she wonders, faintly, if he'll ever get better.

And for a moment she sees, instead of Tiger, the flash of a dark haired boy who was the biggest crybaby she knew, the stream of texts to him without answers, Ayano's crying and it's like a punch in the gut.

And she shuts her door before she can break down again and wake him up.