when johnny comes marching home

[ayu_nee]

Who: Everyone
What: Returning from the draft!
When: Midnight on the 7th and on
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Open post for post-draft returning and reaction, for those not in the plaza. If you're in the plaza, go to that log; if you're not, feel free to post here. ^^
Rating: Varies.

Comments

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Sounds like it was. I ain't gonna make you talk about it if you don't want.

[corrinesbell]

[then she isn't going to say anything else. At least until he puts her in bed]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He'll even tuck her in. He's sort of hoping that she'll pass out soon so she can rest without getting even more upset.]

[corrinesbell]

[She does curl back up and shut her eyes.]

Stay.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He'll take a seat on the bed, then.]

[corrinesbell]

[asleep is a mild word for what she will be in the next fifty seconds]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well, that works. Hmm. Since she asked him to stay, he probably shouldn't go back on that. Might as well catch a nap, all things considered.]

[corrinesbell]

[exhaustion has set in so deeply that she sleeps for a solid five hours or so. It's the pre-sunrise hour that gets her. Gets her up, that is, sitting straight up and screaming loud enough that it'd wake Kratos if he still lived next door.

At least the journal isn't open. Too bad for Zelos's ears.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[HOLY SHIT FALLING OFF THE BED. After a second, his head peeks up over the side of the bed again.]

I'm guessing you dreamed something bad.

[corrinesbell]

[Geez, be a little more considerate. Your girlfriend is sitting there with her hands on her head and hyperventilating. At five AM.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He was having a nice dream for once. But he'll climb back up and do the awkwardish are-you-okay hug.]

[corrinesbell]

[It totally doesn't need to be awkward.

At least, she doesn't need to be awkward. One sweaty forehead against his chest, check. This is a cling unlike he's had in a while]

It's not real...

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well then. He'll hold her tighter then. At least he's gotten good at this.]

[corrinesbell]

[Sorry dear, your girlfriend has a low fever this morning.]

I'm sorry Zelos. [a shaky inhale] I didn't...mean to scream.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well, she did come in looking like the wrath of god, she probably wasn't going to be in good shape after some sleep.]

I kinda slept a lot longer than I thought I would anyways. No biggie.

[corrinesbell]

H-How long?

...I don't even...think I know how long I-I've been gone.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Well, it's about five in the morning I think. And you were gone for about four days or so.

[corrinesbell]

I just-

[there's enough of a pause for one shaky breath. Then it becomes very incoherent and very fast talking, mixing in descriptions and another apology and a complete lack of knowing about so. Many. Things.

And she can't seem to stop once she's started.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Hey, relax.

[If she keeps going after that, he's going to put a hand over her mouth for a second.]

[corrinesbell]

[Oh, like she even really heard him.

But she does stop when his hand shuts her up.] Mmmph.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Sorry, but you were a little out there. Thought I'd bring you back to the place where everything isn't trying to kill you.

[corrinesbell]

[He's so lucky she didn't just bite his hand.

But his words make sense and she relaxes, dropping her head onto his shoulder.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he was waiting for it.

Whew, he was afraid she was going to get enraged, but it honestly was the first thing he came up with.]

It's gonna be all right, okay?

[corrinesbell]

Y-Yeah. ...Okay.

[She doesn't have the togetherness to get enraged today. Not Panicked is the goal.]

I don't even know who made it back.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

You made it back, that's what's important.