prunedworlds: (don't let tomorrow stop you today)
藤丸立香 (Fujimaru Ritsuka) ([personal profile] prunedworlds) wrote2023-07-01 09:30 pm
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Ritsuka Fujimaru


"Hi! This is Ritsuka. I can't answer right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"
jackdawvision: (walked the plank of the ss seasick)

text; maybe after!

[personal profile] jackdawvision 2023-10-14 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Let's call it a difference in opinion and leave it at that.

Are you all right?
jackdawvision: (do we really have a choice)

[personal profile] jackdawvision 2023-10-15 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I wish I could believe that.

I've got more rum than I know what to do with and a lot of work to do before I head out to Europe, so I'm more than all right.
jackdawvision: (into the sea; forgot all our memories)

[personal profile] jackdawvision 2023-10-20 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
When you speak like that, it does make sense. [But he still can't help but think he could've—done something more, fought harder, been better. Or at least put more effort into it.] Then I remember that it was much easier for me than most to sink into the role.

[Because it was sink into it or let the grief swamp him, and at least the role kept his mind off the feeling of Zulius's corpse in his arms.]

If I'm busy, doesn't that mean I'm all right? If I weren't, I'd be stumbling about drunk and near-useless.
jackdawvision: (do we really have a choice)

[personal profile] jackdawvision 2023-10-22 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Easier than facing up to the rest of it, to the horrors that kept visiting us the whole time.

Maybe not, but there's not exactly a way to set it all aright. The cabin and the world it was in is gone, and good riddance to it. Everyone who died back there is alive again. It's as if it never really happened.
jackdawvision: (i was a-ready to die for you baby)

[personal profile] jackdawvision 2023-10-23 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He thinks of Zulius's body in his arms, the blood staining his sleeves. He'd tried to get him out. He really had. They'd walked right into a trap and Edward had known it was almost certain to be a trap but he'd let it happen anyway and his friend had died in his arms, once again.]

It kept coming back. Every time you'd slip out of its grasp, it'd catch you again and the worst part was, sometimes it just felt much easier to let it happen than to fight it.

It did. The best balm I've found for that hurt is a lot of rum, and barring that, something to do either to make sure that it doesn't happen again, or to just keep your mind occupied. So perhaps I'm not all right, but I will be soon enough.


[No he won't.]