open / catchall | as i watched from a distance...

[crystallomancy]

Who: natsume & thee
What: some open prompts + anything else for march
When: all march baybee
Where: just school
Warnings: open memshares may contain blood and murder. it's a metaphor but it's still not very pretty, but it won't be anything overly gruesome if you're not down with it! let me know.

memshares ✦ general march ✦ fanart

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[crystallomancy]

( in the end, he is still subaru akehoshi. )

Keep missing IT, ( but there's no heat or real meaning behind the words. he's saying them just to say them. this is his memory, and he wants to get it over with, but...

... )

To YOU, were we only friends HERE, or were we friends in your ( falsified, perfect ) life as WELL? ...What was I?

[starrypoint]

... You weren't there.

[quiet, an apology.]

We were only friends here, but we became pretty fast ones. Like we were fated.

[because they were, in a way. god allows that much. it's a saving grace, maybe, that there's no pretense from memories that don't matter. subaru doesn't know how to feel, honestly; his current memories aren't real, but they're not fake either. he remembers them with vivid clarity. he can feel them. but they're not real, they're not Subaru Akehoshi, they're some phony's living in someone else's body.

like a parasite taking over its host.]

I think it's better that way, though. That means... you're the genuine you. It's not that you weren't important enough to notice or befriend or anything, you just didn't exist -- because I feel like if you did, I would've found you.

[...

like he had here, though he doesn't know it.]

[crystallomancy]

( no, it's better that way, somehow. except then it's funny, because it feels like the first time they talked was for natsume to go "hey, i murdered people, and this place is fucked up".

...

he half-coughs, half-laughs, and he covers his mouth, staring away. it probably wasn't like that; there was probably something in that dreaming between, maybe, or in the years he forgot. something like that. his voice is a little normal when he speaks, though. )

Don't say such romantic THINGS. Your beau dead or NOT, I still consider you taKEN. And you're still not my TYPE. ( ... ) Akehoshi-kun, if you want to be friendly with ME, we'll have to learn about each other aGAIN. I don't care that you think you know ME, and that I know who you were—we don't know each other at ALL.

( well

they didn't know each other so well either before, but—natsume lowers his hand, ignores the bloody handprint it's left over his mouth; it doesn't even taste like blood anyway, even if it smells like it. somehow, this reminds him of... )

I'll decide if I want to be friends with you after THAT.

( he misses her, still. )

[starrypoint]

[he bites back a grin at the sound, at the admonishment of his incidental romantic gesture, and tugs his sleeve more over the heel of his hand as he wipes at the blood on natsume's face.]

Sounds like a certain girl I knew. [one he was fond of, too. but that's all he'll tease on it before he nods, feeling lighter than he has since losing everything.] Deal. I won't lose you again, Natsume, so let's be friends.

[it might have to be practice for his beau, after all.]