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a man for flowers ✿ ( INIGO ) ([personal profile] flatteries) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2020-06-22 08:37 pm

(open) i don't know how to word it

Who: Inigo and you!
When: Fiddlesticks 27
Where: Sleeper carriages, luggage carriage
What: Inigo loses a boyfriend.
Warnings: None, just a very sad Inigo.

( scenario a - sleeper carriages )

Maybe you've already noticed it, but something about Inigo today seems.. off. Or at least, extra off, considering Inigo has already seemed to be acting more strangely than usually the past few days, especially since the day of the party.

But today? Today things have seemed to reach a fever pitch. Maybe you're worried enough to go check up on him, in which case you might find the guy in one of the hallways of the sleeper carriages, near his room. If you bother to ask him what's up though, he'll just laugh.

"What? No, I'm fine! Of course I'm fine, what could po--"

That's the exact moment he turns to head into his room to try and hide from this conversation, only to forget to scan his ticket. Which means he's just walking head-first into the door, causing him to topple over to the ground.

It's fine. He's fine. This is fine.

( scenario b - luggage carriage )

Inigo is trying really hard to carry on as usually. Really, he is. Because that's just what he does. He's not someone who sits around and mopes. Sure, the circumstances here may be different than the ones back home, but old habits are hard to give up, and Inigo's oldest and most stubborn habit is definitely the thought running through his mind that he has to be okay. He has to be strong. So despite the moments where he slips up and seems off, he tries so hard to laugh. And joke. As if nothing is up.

As if he doesn't feel like his heart has been torn straight out of his body.

But it's so hard to keep it up all the time. At least the shower is a good place to cry, but when Inigo finds it occupied exactly at the moment he needs it, he quickly tries to look for another place. He knows nowhere on the train is safe to hide from everyone, but he figures the luggage carriage is at least the furthest out of the way. It's the only option right now. It's either that, or crying in the middle of the train.

Which is why if you happen to be in the luggage carriage - or went looking for him everywhere only to end up here - you may find Inigo sitting on top of some suitcases. His knees are drawn up to his chest, and although that makes it impossible to see his face from the current angle, the telltale sounds of sobs are probably all anyone needs to see what's going on here.
blitzcheer: (don't think about it okk)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-07-06 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Tidus is waiting on some criticism, maybe a shut up--so when he gets nothing but raw emotion enveloping, his complaints and readied defences slip away from his throat, anything he could have verbally expressed gone.

There's the nag of a comparison he doesn't want to make, that doesn't exist in any part of this. But his bottom lip twitches, the thought refusing to leave; and he holds onto Inigo tighter, realising his hypocrisy, what a bad friend he's been. Because he knows how easy it is for someone to disappear, to be gone, and they won't be back. He knows how desperately you want to hold them one last time, but--you can't. You won't.

But he wanted to avoid it, even when Inigo needed more than his reassurances.

He wants to apologise for it, for being a liar; but he knows better than to say anything, so instead-- Tidus hopes Inigo's story won't end the same as his did with Yuna. That Yuki will come back, and not leave behind the future waiting for him here.

That he'll be the one to comfort Inigo soon, like this, just as he had wanted to for Yuna when he was the one disappearing.
blitzcheer: (feel like cryin')

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-07-07 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Tidus doesn't disturb him. His keeps Inigo in his arms, allowing his body to be the comfort that the other guy needs--whatever small amount that can be, ultimately. One of his hands at times rubbing at his back; a gesture he can't recall if his mother ever did for him, or that he saw in some media, and that's how he knows it's something you do to soothe another.

But he keeps down his own guilt, his own unsettled emotions. Or were those the reasons that this didn't feel so wrong or awkward anymore? He could do without the shame, even if that might've been what was compelling him to think of nothing else right now than Inigo, when being his friend should've been enough.

When Inigo finally stirs in the way of actual movement, Tidus relaxes his hold on him until he can be sure he wants to back off. His arms slipping until his hands stay rested on Inigo's sides, in no rush to be taken back, this whole event buried and forgotten. When Inigo looks at him, he meets him with a sympathetic look, no smiles but the press of his mouth before he speaks, a reassurance to go with his words.

"It's fine. If you want to stay like this a while longer..." He then thinks, offers, "We can go somewhere more comfortable. Whatever you want- I'll stay with you."
blitzcheer: (don't think about it okk)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-07-07 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Tidus knows what he was offering, and that he made the offer wanting Inigo to take it than decline. But it doesn't mean that some part of him--knowing the request isn't asking for more, that Inigo's just looking for what Tidus knows he is: company--doesn't react with embarrassment, a small sound escaping from his lips, colour not forming on his cheeks but Tidus still feeling a pinch.

But it's minuscule, with the face staring back at him. Hurt, wanting; and that tug that makes him think of Yuna yanks at him with it, makes his answer leave his mouth before he can let himself think of what he's getting himself into.

"Alright."

He takes back his hands and stands, legs a little cramped from sitting so low but otherwise fine. The jokes or defences that may have been expected minutes ago nowhere to be found, not even creeping in Tidus's own mind. It's not the time.
blitzcheer: (it be zanarkand)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-07-08 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods his head simply. The vulnerability before him is strange to behold, nothing Tidus expected to witness out of Inigo--perhaps nobody on board, except maybe some of the younger kids. He doesn't know what to say to it, so he says nothing, pulling his lip in the ghost of reassurance, nodding his head, and turning to head towards the doors for want of nothing else to do.

But his slow pace slows more, coming to a stop before he reaches them. His head hanging, and a voice in his throat after all. Some need to speak, as if otherwise would be deceitful. Some kind of honesty he wants to share, even if he can't do it in front of Inigo's crying face.

He doesn't know if this is the time or place--other than it's there, slipping out before he can think twice.

"Someone disappeared, where I came from. They faded away in front of everyone they knew, and...the person that loved them. They couldn't comfort them. They slipped right through him, and all he could do was...pretend to hold her."

And he feels as hollow now, recounting it. Holding out a hand without looking to anyone to take it.

"I'll be here... as long as I can be."
blitzcheer: (why did i do this to myself)

[personal profile] blitzcheer 2020-07-10 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Tidus doesn't have the strength for it--if that what it is, this aversion to turn and look Inigo in the face, to acknowledge his presence beside him. But he doesn't reconsider the hand, though his grip is nothing at first, just one held in another.

But when Inigo speaks his reassurance, his belief--Tidus laughs lightly, short and fond. A tug of his lips that could be a smile, his eyes closing for the dip of his head that might be a nod. There and then gone, and then Tidus squeezes Inigo's hand.

"Yeah. The people who meant something to you...they're always with you."

He allows a pause of air with those words, but then he's moving, though not with any particular rush; a "C'mon" and his free hand pressing on the button to slide open the door, the humming of the void outside a whisper to the ears in the space between the cars.

Inigo's got a room to get them to, even if Tidus will take the lead on getting them going.