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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 23, 2011 13:47:38 GMT -5
I did it again.
Drank too much and now I'm finding myself stumbling down the stairs, going to Noctis' door. I stood there off balance for a few minutes. Eventually though, I decided 'screw it' and knocked on the door. It was past midnight but I didn't really care. I need to talk to someone, and Noctis already knows my Dad. There is nowhere left for me to go. I knocked on the door again. Did he have to lock his door? What a pain. I placed my head on the door, not exactly lightly but the alcohol numbed any physical pain I would've felt.
I hope he's there.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Oct 23, 2011 13:51:15 GMT -5
Noctis had been fast asleep at this time, coming to grips with the revelation that he'd been found but could not simply run as he had done so before. However, the knocking upon his door quickly woke him and he rose groggily from bed. He pulled a t-shirt on over his bare torso before walking sleepily to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open to find a rather drunk Aya standing there. He blinked blearily to make sure that he wasn't seeing things and indeed he wasn't. "Aya? What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice hoarse with sleep.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 23, 2011 13:56:02 GMT -5
"I... I need to talk to you." I walked past him and sat down on his couch. Mainly because I started to feel like I was going to fall if I didn't sit down soon. "So, You know everything about me, past and present right?" I didn't care if he didn't want to talk or if he wanted to sleep. I needed to say something.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Oct 23, 2011 14:08:25 GMT -5
Needless to say, he was pretty surprised when she stated that she wished to talk to him and just walked right past him in order to sit on his couch. He glanced towards her before closing and locking the door once more. "Yeah, pretty much." He replied in response to her question as he walked into the kitchen, starting to brew some coffee. "So, what do you want to talk about?" He asked as he returned to the main room of his apartment.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 23, 2011 14:17:46 GMT -5
My vision blurred in and out and I knew I wouldn't remember this in the morning. I began anyways. "That pathetic excuse of a man that happens to be my father!" I leaned forward and cradled my head in my hands. "I'm sure if you know my past you saw him quite a bit."
His memory was unwelcomed and persistent. Different things he used to say to me came in and out in my drunken haze. Lazy.... Useless... Worthless Child... I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Don't be so emotional, how do you expect anyone to ever care about you? You are lucky to have a father so caring as I.
"Am I... Overreacting?"
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Oct 23, 2011 14:28:06 GMT -5
He sat on the couch as she began speaking, nodding to confirm that he did indeed know who her father was. The memories that had come forth from that one accidental touch had certainly not been pleasant. "No, you aren't overreacting. No parent should treat their kid that way." He told her, running his fingers through his sleep mussed hair.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 23, 2011 14:39:53 GMT -5
"Honestly? If you're just trying to make me feel better..." I couldn't finish the threat. There is nothing for me to threaten. It was late, and I barely know him so saying I'd leave wouldn't work. For all I know, he wants me to leave, self-loathing or no.
"He never let me do what I want without some sort of guilt trip. I wanted to leave the house, guilt trip! I talk to someone he didn't want me to, guilt trip! I want to actually go to a school, guilt trip! Then it was back to staying in my small room, waiting for him to come with the latest lesson which is some kinda of twisted truth... It's just... a pain." Tears stung my eyes but I held them back and leaned against the back of the sofa. "Haven't you had someone like that in your life?" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Please let him have someone like that. Just so he could understand.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Oct 23, 2011 14:57:30 GMT -5
Noctis listened intently to the woman, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees. From the sound of her voice he could tell that she was near tears and that this was clearly a major problem for her. When she voiced her question he thought, hesitant about baring his own past to another. "...Sort of. I'll explain in a moment." He said before standing up and heading into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. "Do you want some coffee?" He asked, looking back over his shoulder at her.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 23, 2011 15:15:27 GMT -5
I would've shook my head but I knew I'd get sick."Advil and water would be nice." I kept as still as I could, I didn't want to get ill. Why would anyone ever care for a worthless child like you?... "I'll... Nevermind about the water and advil. I'll get some when I get home..."
I tried to stand up but the nausea came over me and I leaned back with a groan. This will be a long night.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Oct 23, 2011 15:22:03 GMT -5
Noctis grabbed the advil bottle from its spot on the counter nearby and tapped out two tablets before pouring her a glass of water. "No, sit down. You won't be able to go anywhere for a little while." He said before bringing her what she had asked for and then retrieving his own cup of coffee. "As for what I was going to explain. It wasn't my parents who played mindgames with me. But the person who did didn't exactly have to do much, it's not exactly difficult when the person on the receiving end isn't exactly in a stable state." He said, referring to the countless hours he'd spent either strapped to a table enduring experiments or in a cell recovering from them.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 23, 2011 15:52:48 GMT -5
I reluctantly grabbed the pills and water from his hands, downing both quickly. "A 'friend' of yours or something?" In these sort of cases it's someone close to you, why wouldn't it be the same case for him?
"Believe it or not, my mom was the decent one. She stayed, tried to speak reason to him... Tried to get him to take it easier on me and my sister. He never listened though." I tried to hold down a hiccup but it arose all the same. "One day though, I ran as far as I could. Then I became scared and returned home. I was never on my own, I didn't think I'd survive so I ran back and boom! No one was there! The front door was kicked in! The house a complete mess, no one there. I just turned tail and ran all over again. Obviously being locked in a house all your life doesn't make you many friends so I didn't have anywhere to stay..." I didn't bother mentioning the rest, it was unimportant history and he knew it anyways.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Oct 23, 2011 16:04:37 GMT -5
Noctis laughed bitterly when she asked if his person was his friend. "Far from it." He replied as he sat on the couch and sipped from his cup of coffee, listening as she told her story. He stayed silent through it all, guessing that she would prefer that someone listened instead of talked while she bared her soul. Granted, it helped that he had already seen everything there was to tell. "You have some friends now though, right? What about that one guy...I think his name was Lea?" He asked as he looked over at her, remembering the red haired guy from her memories that he had seen at the Veil once.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 23, 2011 16:11:08 GMT -5
"Acquaintance maybe. Friend? No. How can someone be your friend when they don't know your backstory. Besides, if he found out about all of that he'd probably run anyways. I mean, what kind of soulless person damns their family to Hell?" You. "I damned them all to Hell for one's crime."
I played with the edge of my shirt for a few uncomfortable seconds. "Then again, you knew all this. Why didn't you just slam the door on my face? 'So sorry, you're nuts!' Slam!" I motioned my hand like I was closing a door on someone.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Oct 23, 2011 16:17:44 GMT -5
Once more he listened, silently contemplating what she was telling him until she asked that question of him. Of why he had let her into his apartment when he knew what she had done. "I'm no better Aya. I've been free for a year and I haven't even tried to contact my family. I've let them believe I was dead, and if that isn't just another kind of hell then I don't know what it is." He said with a shrug before taking another long sip from his cup.
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Post by Aya Brea on Oct 23, 2011 16:25:09 GMT -5
I nodded slowly and coughed a bit. "Thanks... I don't feel to bad anymore." I stood up shakily, ready to leave. Now that I finally got what I wanted out and some comfort. As I took a step towards the door, the alcohol finally wanted to make a reappearance. I quickly ran to the bathroom and began to throw up. Dammit.
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