Catch-All

[cultivatingdisaster]

⌛ Who: Prompto Argentum, Aerith Gainsborough, Duo Maxwell, Xie Lian, Rude and you, maybe?
⌛ What: Shenanigans. Permanent catch-all.
⌛ When: Anytime.
⌛ Where: All over.
⌛ Warnings: R. Language.



✽ Xie Lian

• Cooking With Xie Lian


• Busking Adventures


• Event: Trial of the Soul


• Event: Waterpark Waves

✽ Prompto Argentum

• Chocochicks!


• Travelling Cameraman


• Event: Trial of the Soul


• Event: Waterpark Waves

✽ Rude

• Event: Trial of the Soul


• Event: Waterpark Waves

✽ Duo Maxwell

• Lovers Tiff [Closed to Wufei]


• Event: Trial of the Soul


• I Can Explain! [Closed To Wufei]

✽ Aerith Gainsborough

• Rock Garden


• Event: Trial of the Soul


• Event: Waterpark Waves


• Gems In The Making [Closed to Maglor]

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CHARACTER INBOXES:
✦ Xie Lian Inbox
✦ Duo Maxwell Inbox
✦ Aerith Gainsborough Inbox
✦ Rude Inbox
✦ Prompto Argentum Inbox

Comments

[maxwellsdaemon]

Duo sucked in a sharp breath and took a half step back. That probably would have hurt less if Wufei had just straight up punched him in the gut.

"Would you have cared if he had?" He asked quietly, already knowing the damn answer before Wufei even tried to argue his way out of it. He'd know that Wufei had a damn death wish. But that had been before... Before them. Before everything that had happened between them. For Wufei to still be looking for that honourable death made Duo feel sick to his stomach.

[pilot05]

"Yes," he replied quickly, and not just because he knew it was the answer Duo wanted to hear. "I wouldn't do that to you. If I expected to die I'd have a damn good reason for going and the decency to invite you along." Or at the very least say goodbye.

[maxwellsdaemon]

"Bullshit." Duo replied with a soft bitter laugh.

"If you gave a single shit about me you wouldn't keep going out and risking your damn life fighting these overpowered assholes with swords!" What Wufei was doing was, in Duo's mind, akin to him walking up to a Gundam and challenging it to a fist fight. There was only ever going to be one winner. There was no honour. No testing of strength. There was just an inevitable and dumb way to die.

"You keep getting hurt..." Duo lifted a hand and rubbed at his forehead slowly, eyes closing. "You just keep doing it... We were supposed to be safe here but you..." Wufei wasn't happy unless he was fighting...

[pilot05]

Wufei opened his mouth, but shut it again before he could speak. He'd realized as soon as the thought popped into his head that claiming he didn't know how strong Sesshoumaru was would be an extremely stupid lie. He let out a long sigh, folding his arms over his chest with a suppressed wince. "I'm not trying to die anymore," he said firmly. "I just... want to feel like myself."

He knows those are the wrong words, he knows it's just going to piss Duo off more, but it's true. He hardly knows who he is if he hasn't got someone to fight. He just wished he wasn't fighting Duo right now. "I'm sorry." And he is, though not in the ways Duo would like him to be. Not for fighting, but for hurting him. For not knowing how to stop. His chest aches in more ways than one as he watches Duo's face.

[maxwellsdaemon]

The last words had been a punch to the gut. But those were a stab to the heart, and pain flashed across Duo's expression before he could even try to put a lid on it.

But a lid did slam down. Duo closed himself off immediately. Locked down that hurt, pushed it back, kicking and screaming into the darkness where it belonged. He was quiet, letting those words sink in and fester for a few moments... before he moved.

And when he did it was to turn and just walk away. Duo stopped only to grab his jacket and his shoes and he left the house before he even got them on. He needed a drink. He needed to walk. He needed to get the hell away before he said something that he would regret...

[pilot05]

Wufei didn't let anything show on his face, but watching that change in Duo's face cracked something inside him. He didn't try to stop him, just watching Duo go with a sense of dread gnawing at his chest.

And then he was alone in the house. He went to the bathroom, tended to his wounds as if on autopilot, and crawled into their bed on Duo's side, pulling up the few photos he'd taken on his comm to let himself wallow for a little bit.