Well... this is a very odd snippet, don't ask me where it came from... Unbetae'd...

Warnings: Language, midly depressing.

Half Enjoy?

Dragon Knight Snippets

The air was stifling, its clambering heaviness dulling his senses and constricting his body into lethargy. A broken vase lay on the floor, he could see the glittering shards mocking him with theircheerful sparkling from where he lay on his bed.

Voices. Coming closer, and he immediately pleaded to the gentle breeze that provided relief to his choked mind for them not to come closer, to leave, to go away forever.

Had he really been reduced to that? When had it happened… when had he stopped being the mediator, and instead let the angry voices and fights drive him away and swallow him in hopelessness?

There was a weary swing to the flick of his wrist as he swatted green hair from his face, wondering what the point of doing so was. Nothing really seemed to matter. The vase had been there for hours, and he hadn't bothered to pick the shards up, just like his room hadn't been cleaned up in a couple days, and dinner had begun, but he just didn't feel like there was a point to getting up.

The voices passed his room, and the growing dread that they'd come in left him sighing heavily. He hadn't even bothered to check whose voices they'd been, but he knew he didn't want anything right now.

There was a lulling warmth in lying along in his room, with the oncoming darkness sheltering him and pulling him deeper into the apathetic despair that had become his predominant mood.

He hated showing this new side to the others, but when in the midst of his despair, when nothing had any importance or value, he hardly cared.

He was so sick of the fighting. The mere hint of a rising argument seemed to drain him, and watching the heated arguments between his two best friends left him exhausted and frustrated, weary of it all.

Rath was moody as ever, angry because he wasn't allowed to leave the castle on accounts of his current emotional instability. He would fly into rages and then deaden just as suddenly and sink into heavy depression, and the cycle would repeat itself over and over. He hardly seemed to laugh or smile anymore, and it was almost impossible to deal with him for long amounts of time.

Rune too, was having his problems. He wouldn't talk about it, but Thatz was suspecting that it was something from his past, either homesickness, or nightmares. He didn't sleep much, it seemed, and that in itself was enough to put in him a bad mood, but with whatever else was bugging him, he was almost unsociable.

This lead to a lot of clashes. Rath's slightest idiosyncrasy would set Rune off, and Rath spent the day glaring venomous daggers at anyone who confronted him in the least, and that person was usually Alfeegi or Rune. Alfeegi had come to realize there wasn't much he could do, though, so he'd simply begun to ignore Rath's trespassing of minor rules. Rath and Rune though, in their short-tempered foul moods, ended up doing a lot of yelling.

It was Thatz who was usually stuck in the middle, with either side trying to convince him to back him up, or getting angry at him for trying to mediate.

He'd stopped trying to fix things, and get them talking again, and instead, had withdrawn himself. If he was away, in the farthest corner of the castle, then they couldn't find him, and he wouldn't have to hear them. It had gotten to the point that he couldn't talk to them, they were so far into their bad moods, and completely unable to see any sort of reasoning when Thatz had tried.

Hateful, loud voices still reverberated in his head, and it was painful for him to hear the loathing tones of his best friends insulting each other over and over again.

Did they not see how much it was hurting him?

"You can't go get another sword just because you want to!"

"You can't tell me what to do, youdamn brownnoser!"

"Better than an irrational, irresponsible, mentally unstable child like you!"

"What'd you say? You're just so full of yourself, aren't you?"

"I am not! I don't care. You're not getting another sword!"

"You can't stop me!"

The argument came closer, and as the knob turned, Thatz dug his head under the pillow.

This is probably the oddest most random one in here, so uh... :sweatdrop: Don't know what to say. There's a Thatchel, and the procrastinated Gillaam coming soon, and a couple others hopefully... School's been killing me. I had like, three projects due on one day, and I'd been workign on the for two weeks, then there was the an orchestra firled trip (Washington DC, it was the BOMB!) and I got done with another project yesterday. So I've been really busy, but hoepfully a nice break is starting to come...

Oh, this is unbetae'd so if I get this betae'd then there might be some modifications...

Wait up for the next one! Sorry for this disappointing update :sad:

(OH! Curiosity, if anyone knows Yami no Matsuei... I wrote a Hisoka/Tsuzuki piece, and wanted someone to read it over before I post it because it was kinda odd... present tense does not work for me...)