A/N: This chapter is dedicated, again, to Dhampir72 who wanted another one. Sorry if it's not exactly up to par but after the message I pulled myself together long enough to spit out this. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this but I hope it's at least okay. I really have no clue about this one.
Thank you to everyone who reviews, it really is appreciated, a lot.
Warnings: Weirdness, in my opinion. Run one sentences one purpose. As it skeeves me this mentions stitches.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own D. Grayman or it's characters.
Suspended Moments
Exhale:
Lavi yanked the bandage tighter, stitches pulled at the skin as he tugged, and the cloth very nearly gave way under the pressure, the same pressure that was crushing the heart that didn't exist inside his chest.
Inhale:
The smoke curled to the sky, causing him to cough even as he shielded his nose and mouth with an arm.
Reverse:
He almost wanted to tear the eye patch off, show them that he wasn't anything special, that they should leave him before he became attached, that while he may not be worthless, he sure as hell wasn't invaluable.
Counteract:
Maybe he shouldn't be doing this, maybe it was a mistake, that maybe, even while he was doing this, he was committing a crime that was inexcusable, something he wouldn't be able to reconcile, and while maybe that was true, burrowing into there wouldn't be his end.
Contract:
They weren't ready to face this, he wasn't ready to confront that, it would be his greatest miscalculation and their downfall.
Disassociate:
Forty-ninth, it meant nothing, he meant nothing, he was nobody, and they didn't mean anything.
Dissuade:
Easy, difficult, soft, hard, it didn't matter, he didn't matter, Raccoon eyes repeating over and over 'till it was implanted into his brain, the deepest memory cavities that let nothing go.
Marionette:
Sometimes he wondered who the puppet master was and who was the puppet.
