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writetomyheart2025-01-28 04:18 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2025-01-28 04:18 pm
[team four] hush little heart v
India Stoker (Stoker) & Morino Yoru (GOTH); PG; 233 words
A continuation from part I (includes prompt details), part II, part III, and part IV, which continues in part VI (complete). This should have been posted shortly after January 28 but time again got away from me. The bolded line is where I was when I needed to pass my turn on tolovesgaze, so that’s this section’s “official” last line; I’m just tacking on the rest to have somewhere to put it.
—bursts into flames behind them.
Yoru doesn’t blink, and the foreigner doesn’t say anything either.
(Should Yoru probably ask for her name? Yes. Is she going to? No.)
By the time she hears anything that might be a response to the fire, the van is well behind them and completely out of sight. Next to her, the foreigner hums, idly flicking her finger across the cracked screen of a phone she maybe confiscated from one of the guys in the warehouse.
“There should be a bus along soon,” the foreigner says as she sits down on a bench. The way she has her shoes lined up in neat parallel is somehow amusing to Yoru, but she doesn’t comment, just sitting down on the bench beside her. The stop name written on the sign next to the bench isn’t particularly familiar, but it can’t be too far away from the part of the city where she lives. Even blindfolded, the drive here hadn’t been that long.
Yoru’s used to having nothing in particular to do. It’s fine. She rolls a few tiny stones beneath the sole of her left shoe; starts to trace a random letter on her thigh. Or maybe it’s a tally.
One of the stones gets caught in the rubber grip of her sole; tally minus one. A bus rolls to a stop on the street in front of the bench.
A continuation from part I (includes prompt details), part II, part III, and part IV, which continues in part VI (complete). This should have been posted shortly after January 28 but time again got away from me. The bolded line is where I was when I needed to pass my turn on to
lovesgaze, so that’s this section’s “official” last line; I’m just tacking on the rest to have somewhere to put it.—bursts into flames behind them.
Yoru doesn’t blink, and the foreigner doesn’t say anything either.
(Should Yoru probably ask for her name? Yes. Is she going to? No.)
By the time she hears anything that might be a response to the fire, the van is well behind them and completely out of sight. Next to her, the foreigner hums, idly flicking her finger across the cracked screen of a phone she maybe confiscated from one of the guys in the warehouse.
“There should be a bus along soon,” the foreigner says as she sits down on a bench. The way she has her shoes lined up in neat parallel is somehow amusing to Yoru, but she doesn’t comment, just sitting down on the bench beside her. The stop name written on the sign next to the bench isn’t particularly familiar, but it can’t be too far away from the part of the city where she lives. Even blindfolded, the drive here hadn’t been that long.
Yoru’s used to having nothing in particular to do. It’s fine. She rolls a few tiny stones beneath the sole of her left shoe; starts to trace a random letter on her thigh. Or maybe it’s a tally.
One of the stones gets caught in the rubber grip of her sole; tally minus one. A bus rolls to a stop on the street in front of the bench.