Written for the September 2007 31days promptlist. This will probably not end with September. I'll update...sporadically.
And as much 104 as I can, given the circumstances.
Notes on this particular drabble - a few of these will be along the storyline began here. Others will be random events and probably not connected at all.
September 01: The words you've borrowed
"I'm not a goddess of anything," she tells you one day, echoing the words of a woman much older and wiser. "Especially not good luck." And she smiles her sad smile and walks away, leaving you wordless and unanchored.
You're looking for something to hold onto when he walks by, impassive as ever and everything you've always hated. And because it's normal, and he has no right to exist without difficulty when you always have so much going on, and even now his heart isn't broken into a thousand different pieces, you yell about nothing. And maybe today you cut deeper than usual, or maybe he knows you need it, because he doesn't guard against it but lets you yell.
For some reason this makes you feel worse. "Don't you dare pity me, Doumeki!" you snap, and his eyes widen slightly in surprise. "I don't need it, and it doesn't fit your face."
He shrugs at that, but you wonder if he's saying more than just 'is that so?'. Not for the first time, you wish you could tell what he is thinking.
"I'm not pitying you," he says quietly, in a way that should be obnoxious but makes you feel even more lonely than the words of a girl with a yellow bird did earlier this morning.