Twilight Wings

The Words 'Best Friend' Become Redefined indie Olette OC, AU and Multifandom Friendly M!A's: None

[dusklit]

the title is regret

[rejecting-destiny-deactivated20]

It had not been what he expected, nor had the girl really been what he wanted to deal with, but he had little say in the matter, and he couldn’t just leave the girl when she looked to be in so much pain. Though he would never admit it aloud, or even give any implication of such, he did care about Olette, even if it was only ever so slightly. 

"You being keeled over doesn’t look so much like a big deal." He pointed out, retracting his hand as he sensed her discomfort with the contact. "What are you heading to the pharmacy for — your stomach ache?" That would make sense. Immediately he felt a bit silly just for having to ask about it. 

"Sheesh, if it was really this bad, you should have sent someone to get it for you if you were feeling this rotten. You barely look like you’re going to be able to get there with the way you’re looking right now."

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Half of her really wished he'd just leave her alone and go back to being an arrogant asshole, though there was still another part that was almost...happy, in some sort of way. Was this supposed to be his reform?

Though happy or not, this didn't resolve her situation.

"It's...yeah, it's been going on loosely for a little while, but it hasn't really been...this bad, so..." She paused, grazing the back of her hand against her forehead. Was she...getting a fever? Perhaps that would explain the slightly nauseated feeling suddenly washing over her. "...I think I'm gonna, uh, throw up."

And what a lovely feeling when you're a street away from the drug stores. Hesitating for a moment, she tugged her bag off the ground and swung it towards the other, sure to aim right for his chest. "You're right — you go get stuff. I think they'll aim you in the right direction if you...ask around or something, I dunno."

[strugglewithcamouflage-blog]

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“‘Lette, that you? Where the hell have you been? Seriously, I’ve been bored as hell with you and Pence gone. What are we gonna do today?”

[dusklit]

"It's nearly time for midterms, where do you think I've been?"

"But, whatever — Pence isn't here? Is he...sick? It'd feel kinda weird doing stuff without him."

[dusklit]

the title is regret

[rejecting-destiny-deactivated20]

Today he was separated from his friends. Rai, Fuu and little Vivi were off doing their own things, patrolling separate areas of the town while he took a different path. He hadn’t expected to encounter anyone, as most of the town’s attention was diverted to setting up for an upcoming festival, and he made his rounds alone. 

The last person he assumed he might encounter was Olette — the one girl in the twitard trio — on her own. At least, the ball curled up on her own, as if she was in an incredible amount of pain. Concern, rather than anger, painted his expression as he drew nearer. It was pain, he realized, that left her looking so crippled, pain and nothing more. “Hey,” He came nearer, crouching at her side. 

Hesitantly, his hand settled at her shoulder, squeezing both as a sign of comfort and to get her attention. “Twerp, what are you doing out here on your own? Get into a fight with your little friends?” His tone was mocking, at first, but softened as he continued. “You don’t look so good. You alright?” 

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The first voice was far off from her attention, almost as if thinking she'd imagined it until there was somewhat of a weight on her shoulder. Side-glancing a glare through tufted brown hair was apparently a mistake, as she'd almost immediately reverted back to closed eyes. That slightly distorted figure was recognizable no matter how much she'd attempted another recognition — Seifer.

Oh.

Cringing away from his grasp, though not enough so that his hold would really be broken, she muttered something weak of "Get off'a me," before attempting to rise, hands still pressed tightly against her stomach.

"...I just have a stomach ache or something, no big deal." Of course she'd brush off the side comment about the other two — because, really, she didn't know where they were off to anyway. And, it was hard to ignore the unevenness of her own tone. Fewer words, fewer problems - or something like that. "I'm just...shopping, I guess—pharmacy stuff."

[dusklit]

I'm not sure when new blogs get tagging rights for starters so

maybe gonna hold off a bit?

[dusklit]

the title is regret

It looked as though she'd be on her own today.

The sun still wafted high into the sky at the point of day, few clouds to carelessly brush it's rays from passerby eyes. Not many ongoers seemed to take the route corresponding to Olette's own, however composed the weather had appeared to her. There might have been an event of some sort that day — cause for the absence of the two boys she'd usually kept at arm's length, most likely.

Nonetheless, her peace was more enjoyable than eerie, albeit a slight uneasyness n her stomach that roused a wince every now and then. That'd be fixed momentarily, or hopefully so given the pharmacy just around the corner being her intended destination.

And would have been, if not for the abrupt pain piercing where it'd once only been dull.

"—Holy crap,"

Grimacing uncomfortably, Olette allowed herself to sink to the floor with both hands on her middle, bag falling inattentively beside her. Breath now slightly unsteady, she pressed her forehead to her knees, wondering when it'd subside enough for her to manage a less public position. God damn, it hurt — what even just happened?

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"I guess it kinda depends on the situation...?"

Pitch trailing subsequent to her final word, the resilient raised a hand to her lips, well to make some thought out of this. Necessarily, there weren't always scenarios in which her friends or father could assist her — so, perhaps some alone time would be in order? Though moping around to herself didn't seem to be helpful at all...

How tiresome.

"Trying to get my mind off whatever's bugging me would probably be best. Like, read a book or something. Or...just kinda push myself to keep going? I dunno, as long as it isn't anything too serious, there's no way I could really stay too mad when I'm with Pence and Hayner. Unless I'm mad at them — probably — but I can't imagine them doing anything so stupid that I'd ignore them or leave." They'd yet to exceed that expectation. 

[axelandtacos]

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