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Aerith Gainsborough ([personal profile] planetdialup) wrote2024-07-15 08:48 am
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nonfictional: <user name="yayifications"> (Find the peace)

[personal profile] nonfictional 2024-10-14 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He feels restless, discomfort clawing at him, making him want to move. He rises, restless pacing suiting him much better for this conversation--if he even wants to say anything to begin with.

"If there was any other way--if I hadn't been there for years, if I hadn't have been so desperate to do it, I..."

He's spinning on his heel, emotion rising, jaw tight and voice raised. He's glaring at Aerith but it's not directed towards her whatsoever.

"I tried everything else. You have to understand that."
nonfictional: <user name="yayifications"> (Just one shot one more chance)

[personal profile] nonfictional 2024-10-14 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Alan stills again, pacing ceasing. He's not ready for the full story yet, but Aerith's words are firm and gentle, cutting through the truth of things and Alan's self indulgent bullshit in a very familiar manner.

He's not ready to say. Not fully. But he brought this up, and he owes Aerith an explanation, even if it's not the full one. Especially after everything that's happened. He grits his teeth, running a hand through his hair to tuck the length of it back behind his ears.

"I hurt someone very close to Saga as a means of motivation. Something to drive her to the horror story and put her in a position where she could help me. That's why I'm here."
nonfictional: <user name="yayifications"> (with his leathery lace)

[personal profile] nonfictional 2024-10-15 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Aerith gets up, too, but Alan can't meet her gaze. He tries--a little shift to those green eyes before purposefully looking away. The brunette's got it in one.

"No." A pause. That's not right. He furrows his brows. Subconscious slip--he knows he should. Properly. He does his best to fight off the sudden burning feeling in his chest, clenching and unclenching his fists, fighting off his own personal thoughts and forcing himself to stay focused.

"Yes," he corrects himself, crossing his arms. "Before the barge, when we were working together. She knows."
nonfictional: <user name="yayifications"> (So can't you see the play he's staging?)

[personal profile] nonfictional 2024-10-16 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm taking care of it." Alan's words are short, curt, and immediate--when he does look at Aerith it's with a stern look, close to a warning. Anger rising. It's not fair to Aerith--none of this is--but Alan's stubbornness is bleeding through.