thebastion | And I feel summertime passing in haste, like running out of patience... [OPEN]

Who: One very broken half-demon and whoever might actually go looking for her.
Open: Open
When: Day 80
Where: The Bastion, Rin's apartment
What: Rin hasn't been seen since she and Night returned from looking for their lost loved ones. Some one is bound to notice her absence sooner or later
Format: Action
Warnings: None

[Rin had been an almost constant presence in the distillery kitchen in the month and some odd days she had been in the Bastion. If she wasn't out on the Skyway or sleeping she was helping Mireille, and even on her worst days being able to cook was enough to put a small smile on her face.

But for the past two days - ever since leaving with Night to the Skyway and returning - she was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in the distillery or anywhere else.

Well that wasn't entirely true. She was in her apartment. But that was the only place she had been in nearly two days.

And she would wind up staying there, so long as no one came looking for her...]

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[If it weren't for the sniffles, he would have left after a moment, thinking she was asleep. As it is, he hesitates a moment before trying the doorknob. When it proves to be unlocked, he quietly slips inside and makes his way to the origin of the sniffling. He remains standing in the doorframe as a show of respect; he has entered her domain without permission, and he will not venture further into the place she likely feels safest if not asked to.]

...You are not well.

[Although it's a statement, there is something of an unspoken question in it. "Do you need someone here with you?" It does not matter if she wishes to speak or not - why should she be forced to when he has kept his silence since the day he arrived?]

[He'll find her as a lump in her bed, huddled under a blanket with only the mess of black hair above it to indicate that the lump belongs to her.

It moves a little, and her tail peeks out from under one side, curling.]

No...

[She sounds pained. Pained in the way that his father had the first few days after his mother's death; perhaps he would have sounded the same had he tried to speak that first awful week.]

...I will not ask why. [Although he can certainly guess.] Would you prefer I leave, or shall I offer my company?

[Rin doesn't really answer any of that, instead asking her own question.]

How long... have I been in here... ? I don't even know what day it is anymore...

...Unless you left once when I slept, it has been two days.

[Judging by her question though, he thinks she has not.]

No... I haven't left...

[She mumbles her answer, burying her face in to her pillow and curling tighter under the blankets.

Two days... no wonder he's there. People must have started to worry.]

[A small part of him wants to ask if she had slept in that time; the majority knows that if what he suspects happened is true, she has not been able to. Instead, he attempts to ask a different question.]

Would you... [He hesitates, then begins again.] ...They say food is helpful when one feels sorrow.

[It's terribly obvious he is rather inadequate at being comforting; it has been far too long since he has needed to use this set of social skills.]

[Yeah he's pretty much hit the nail on the head with that one.]

'mnot hungry...

...I see.

[He lingers in the door for a few moments more, before softly making his way over to the bed and taking a seat by her side. Although he neither speaks nor looks at her, perhaps his presence will provide some small bit of solace. It is a poor substitute for whomever she wishes were here saying that they were fine, that everything would be alright, but... Perhaps it will be of some help.]

((ooc: Couldn't think of a good way to say it IC, but Alucard is just wearing that fancy shirt and pants of his since he hasn't actually left the building since before Rin closed herself off.))

[For a while, she's silent and still, not even reacting to him entering and sitting next to her.

Eventually though she shifted and sat up, hair a mess of curls and stuck out strands and dark circles under her eyes.]

Sorry...

You have nothing to apologize for. When the pain becomes too much, we all have our ways of dealing with it...

[He doesn't comment on how similar their ways seem to be as he turns to look at her over his shoulder. The difference is that she has only shut herself away this once, and shall emerge again soon enough; in many ways, he has yet to do the same.]

It's not really dealin' with anythin', though, if I just hide from it.

...I was the same after each of my parents' passing...

[...Or at least he had been after the first time he helped send his father to his grave. His hands tighten slightly on the bedspread.]

I wasn't... like this when Dad died. I picked myself back up, I swore I'd make Satan pay for what he'd do and become strong enough that no one else would ever have to die for me again.

[but that time she had some one to blame, some one that actively caused problems, some one that others were fighting for much the same reasons.

But this...]

I don't know... h-how to... to handle knowin'... why?! Why Yuki?! Why not me... ?!

And I feel summertime passing in haste, like running out of patience... [OPEN]

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