03-27-2008, 01:07 AM
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Most of him had already accepted that Ryoujoku would never really leave; even if the blackouts seemed to have faded away and even if he had control of himself most of the time, the laughter was there and he knew it didn't belong to him. All the same, he felt something in him sink at the idea that Ahren had carried his demon for so much longer and that there was nothing he could do for him, just as there was nothing he could do for himself. Laruku wanted to do something, but he couldn't approach the other any more. Touch was his only way to comfort anyone (it was also a way to hurt, but there were so many other ways to hurt), but here, that was already forbidden.
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Most of him had already accepted that Ryoujoku would never really leave; even if the blackouts seemed to have faded away and even if he had control of himself most of the time, the laughter was there and he knew it didn't belong to him. All the same, he felt something in him sink at the idea that Ahren had carried his demon for so much longer and that there was nothing he could do for him, just as there was nothing he could do for himself. Laruku wanted to do something, but he couldn't approach the other any more. Touch was his only way to comfort anyone (it was also a way to hurt, but there were so many other ways to hurt), but here, that was already forbidden.
We're too much alike,he mumbled instead.
Go back to sleep.It wouldn't help though, would it? Nothing ever did.