#day 023

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Driver Every Day 2020 - 023//366 ∟ Day 023 - Kazuki  N a k a j i m a 

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sufficiency: ouroboros

“Where is Asura?” Soul asks, his voice tinny and muted in his weapon form.

Crona unfolds, slowly, shakily. Their limbs are bone-thin on a diet of madness and black blood. “Still here,” they sigh, and their voice echoes around the moon, still here, still here. “You shouldn’t have come back for me.”

“I promised I would,” Maka says immediately, spreading her arms for Crona.

Crona observes her with detached interest. Maka’s triumphant smile falters. “Are you okay, Crona?”

Crona shakes their head. “You should go. I should stay.” They smile, sadly, and the moon echoes softly, go, stay, go stay, ghost-hey. “Thank you for coming. I’ll seal the blood after you leave.”

Maka scowls. “There’s no reason to leave you here alone! We can live in Death City again.”

Static crackles, and then a new Death’s voice cuts through the air. “Maka, Soul. The Moon is clear. Are you there?”

Maka doesn’t move. Soul sticks an arm out of his scythe form to push the button on the walkie talkie. “We hear you. Crona is awake and listening, but does not want to leave.”

“Come back, Crona,” Death says immediately.

Crona’s sigh seeps around them. Maka thinks it is relieved: Soul thinks it is sad. “Okay, Kid,” they finally agree.

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a quick little watercolor thing i did 

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times like these....

[emo-floof-child-writes]

Day 023: Splinter.

Featuring Eddie Munson.

Steve Harrington mentioned.

1,231 words and dang, I'm actually proud of myself for this one. It was therapeutic in a way I couldn't explain to someone outside my mind.

“Maybe this won't be so bad.” He had said before, but looking at his house splintered from the inside out, only really visible inside the house though. Looking at the mess that crack in the ceiling that took that poor girl Chrissy and caused all this mess, he is struggling to agree with his past self. Where's Uncle Wayne? He didn't die, did he... He looks around for a sign of where he could be, panic building in him. He frowns upon realizing he can only really reach half of the trailer, so he turns and leaves, rubbing his arms. Can't run away, can't go home. My uncle is gone, and I have no place I feel safe to go to. Where else can I go? He asks himself, the urge to pull out another cigarette gnawing at his insides like a termite on a wooden frame.

He listens as the crickets chirp their song, the constant repeating sounds pulling Eddie into further his spiral. It makes his world spin, as he becomes aware of the time passing with every chirp. He falls to his knees, grabbing his ears to try and block out the noise from the tiny, but unfortunately at this time of night, very loud insects. But the more he tries to shut them out, the louder they seem to get. He feels his heartbeat in his chest, another reminder that time is flowing. Time is both moving too fast, and inching along too slowly. He opens his mouth to scream, wanting to let out his anxieties in one fell swoop, but he knows that that would just lead to angry neighbors yelling at him to shut up. The last thing I need is more angry neighbors.

He looks back at the house, and sighs. I have to face it sometime. He marches back inside, and walks past the crack that snakes its merry way across his trailer's ceiling. He manages to get to his room, and on the floor is a yellow sweater. Steve's sweater. He wasn't quite sure how it got into his room, but there it was. On his bed like it was a pedestal of honor. He scoffs at the thought, but despite the absurdity of it, he gains a sense of calm. I should probably return that to him. He smiles.  The shirt gave him a reason to leave this place. He has my denim vest too, so maybe we could do a swap. Granted, he didn't know exactly where Steve lived, just that he was up Loch Nora in the rich boy neighborhood. But that didn't really matter to Eddie. I can face this another day. Right now I can excuse my way out of dealing with this demon. He swipes the shirt off the bed, and walks out the door. I guess it's off to see the ex- jock. He nods to himself, before jogging out the door.

He nods as he makes his way down the dirt path. This is a good plan. Because maybe he knows where Wayne is. Hopper said he was worried about me, which I guess means he's alive... But where would he be if not at home? He sighs, trudging his way through the woods Hopper literally just drove past to get him back to that trailer park. It's for the best. He decides to tell himself. A lie, perhaps, but it was the only keeping him sane right at this moment. After all, if you keep a goal in mind, you can hone in on it exclusively and never have to think about the potential issues and side effects the goal may have on you. He shivers as a late night wind gust blows past him, but he pushes forward. Just need to get to Steve's house. Once I'm there, I'll form a better plan. He squints in the light from the street lamp to find he was actually a lot closer to Loch Nora than he had first believed.

Let's hope no rich, old geezers see me trampling about in their neighborhood. That would be bad. He turns the corner, dragging his feet and pulling his jacket against the wind hitting him sideways in the cold and dark forest. After what he was sure was hours of walking, he spies the sign that indicates one of the entrances to Loch Nora. He smiles. I've made it this far. I can push forward if it means I get somewhere. As he enters and there are fewer trees, he realizes the sun is tearing its face over the east side, bringing light to a new day. Well, that's a little too symbolic and on the nose for an individual such as myself, but worth noting, I suppose. He steps up onto the sidewalk, relieved to have solid ground to stand on after hours of mushy dirt and clumps of long grass rubbing against his ankles. He walks around, watching a couple of cars leaving for work.

They must think I'm some crazed psycho, breathing heavily, holding a yellow sweater and waltzing around a neighborhood much too fancy for the likes of me. He thinks, as he stops in front of one of the houses on this cul-de-sac. In the driveway, a familiar maroon bmw sits and he drops to his knees. He feels his legs, especially his knees, complain at the fall due to the concrete beneath them, but he doesn't care. He made it here. He found his way here. He bites his lip. Steve might have work soon. Maybe he's awake, but do I want to disturb him? What if he's still asleep? He sighs. Now that he was in sight of his goal, he could work out the details. Just like I planned it. He stands, checking his knees for scrapes as they still feel a little sore. Once he was satisfied with the fact that he hadn't skinned his knees, he looked back at the house.

The only way to know if Steve was awake and/or on his way to going to work, was to check for himself. He swallows, gathering his courage. Okay, the goal was to get to Steve's house. Now? To knock on Steve's door. Don't think, just do. Details come after. We push forward because we can't go backwards now. He nods, having sufficiently motivated himself, and he marches across the street, looking both ways, of course,  before walking up the long driveway to Steve's door. He steps one foot onto the porch, and pauses. He looks back across the street, and grits his teeth. I've made it too far to run away now. Time to face something, even if it may not be the thing I'm supposed to be facing right now. Better this than nothing at all. He walks up to the double doors with the fancy knocker, (which he scoffs at), before lifting his hand to knock. He takes a deep breath in, and gives the door a quick, but firm rap on the door. He steps back, waiting for the door to open. This is the last chance to ditch this plan. He realizes. Once Steve opens that door, he is stuck with it. He plants his feet. Screw running, I'm tired of it. Time to stand just a little bit stronger. Time to face the world I tried to run from.

[mike-kelly-here]

Inktober Day 023 -

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