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freezingrayne) wrote2010-08-02 09:32 am
freezingrayne) wrote2010-08-02 09:32 am
"Cold Like Bone"
Title: Cold Like Bone
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Ryoji, others
Rating: Worksafe
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oddible
Spoilers for December
Sometimes he gets so caught up in all of it that he forgets what he’s here to do.
Ryoji knows he is death.
The knowledge sings through him, infusing his blood and bones, seeping into his fingertips. He knows he is as different from the people on the streets as they are similar to each other. They group—some buried, animal sense keeping them together. He doesn’t belong there; he is what they hide from, turning their faces to each other and their backs to the dark.
But at the same time, he knows he is Ryoji—third year student at Gekkoukan High School, new student and class heartthrob. He knows that if he doesn’t study he’ll fail his math test, and then that scary old teacher with the unibrow will make him write out equations on the board until his hand cramps up.
He hasn’t always been Ryoji—just like he hasn’t always been Pharos or Death. His form has changed to suit the needs of a changing world. He has always been fluid, and he has always been feared.
Ryoji wonders, sometimes, what it feels like to be human. To know that one day, you will no longer exist. Sometimes he hates them—they are selfish and stupid and hung up over trivial things, and sometimes he loves them, wants to stop them on the street and tell them not to be afraid, that it is only him waiting for them, in the end.
Ryoji is drawn to him immediately—he’s been watching for months now, appearing in dreams and now in broad daylight. He’s a small, quiet boy, popular at school, and smart enough that the teacher seem taken aback. He controls the monsters in his psyche with an ease and grace that the other’s in his squad cannot. It isn’t a surprise—Minato has touched death, seen it at work, watched it dart in and out of his life.
Ryoji only means to come into the world to warn him. Nyx is waking up, the God of nothingness rearing its head, and he needs them to know, this group of tiny humans holding back the dark. But something happens, and suddenly he has friends, people he can say hello to, people who invite him over after school. People he looks forward to seeing everyday. The dark and the quiet begins to feel further off than they did before.
And it isn’t surprising—Ryoji functions much like a human does. He has to eat in order to prevent himself from getting sick, and he gets tired at the end of the day. He feels the emotions they feel, irritation and boredom and the deep, visceral itch under his skin whenever he sees Mitsuru bend over to pick up something she’s dropped, or watches Junpei lick something sticky and sweet off his finger at lunch.
Sometimes he gets so caught up in all of it that he forgets what he’s here to do. He can sit with all of them, listen to them laugh, watch them smile and fight and grieve, and forget the wall that divides them.
He knocks on the front door on a blustery day in December. Junpei’s the one who lets him in.
His face light up when he sees him. “Ryoji! Dude, I was just about to call you!”
Ryoji smiles sadly. “There’s something I have to tell you all.”
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Ryoji, others
Rating: Worksafe
For
oddibleSpoilers for December
Sometimes he gets so caught up in all of it that he forgets what he’s here to do.
Ryoji knows he is death.
The knowledge sings through him, infusing his blood and bones, seeping into his fingertips. He knows he is as different from the people on the streets as they are similar to each other. They group—some buried, animal sense keeping them together. He doesn’t belong there; he is what they hide from, turning their faces to each other and their backs to the dark.
But at the same time, he knows he is Ryoji—third year student at Gekkoukan High School, new student and class heartthrob. He knows that if he doesn’t study he’ll fail his math test, and then that scary old teacher with the unibrow will make him write out equations on the board until his hand cramps up.
He hasn’t always been Ryoji—just like he hasn’t always been Pharos or Death. His form has changed to suit the needs of a changing world. He has always been fluid, and he has always been feared.
Ryoji wonders, sometimes, what it feels like to be human. To know that one day, you will no longer exist. Sometimes he hates them—they are selfish and stupid and hung up over trivial things, and sometimes he loves them, wants to stop them on the street and tell them not to be afraid, that it is only him waiting for them, in the end.
Ryoji is drawn to him immediately—he’s been watching for months now, appearing in dreams and now in broad daylight. He’s a small, quiet boy, popular at school, and smart enough that the teacher seem taken aback. He controls the monsters in his psyche with an ease and grace that the other’s in his squad cannot. It isn’t a surprise—Minato has touched death, seen it at work, watched it dart in and out of his life.
Ryoji only means to come into the world to warn him. Nyx is waking up, the God of nothingness rearing its head, and he needs them to know, this group of tiny humans holding back the dark. But something happens, and suddenly he has friends, people he can say hello to, people who invite him over after school. People he looks forward to seeing everyday. The dark and the quiet begins to feel further off than they did before.
And it isn’t surprising—Ryoji functions much like a human does. He has to eat in order to prevent himself from getting sick, and he gets tired at the end of the day. He feels the emotions they feel, irritation and boredom and the deep, visceral itch under his skin whenever he sees Mitsuru bend over to pick up something she’s dropped, or watches Junpei lick something sticky and sweet off his finger at lunch.
Sometimes he gets so caught up in all of it that he forgets what he’s here to do. He can sit with all of them, listen to them laugh, watch them smile and fight and grieve, and forget the wall that divides them.
He knocks on the front door on a blustery day in December. Junpei’s the one who lets him in.
His face light up when he sees him. “Ryoji! Dude, I was just about to call you!”
Ryoji smiles sadly. “There’s something I have to tell you all.”
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oh, Ryoji. You're breaking my heart, dude.
I love this: this group of tiny humans holding back the dark - I feel like that kind of sums up the feel of SEES during the Fool link, in an amazing way.
Prrrr. ♥
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I loved Ryoji--the scarf, how his character art was subtly different than everyone else's. How he was always up in Junpei's room...