Post by Joshua on Sept 2, 2009 22:39:44 GMT -5
Sanae probably knew he was, too. Once he'd gotten back to this dimension, he'd actually gotten a stern look--which was practically a lecture, coming from Sanae. He knew he couldn't afford to be traipsing off, he knew he didn't need to be getting himself into situations Sanae might have to get him out of, he knew, he knew, he knew. But he was Joshua, and Joshua didn't always analyze the situation from every angle. That's what Sanae was for.
That said, he'd found a beautiful little spot overlooking the mountainside. It was kind of a hill, a little ball of green with a tree growing towards the side and courteously providing enough shade over the center for Joshua to lounge comfortably. He lay on his stomach, his tousled silver hair falling in lazy half-curls around the hand propping up his chin, and had his feet up behind him with the ankles hooked together idly. The book he'd been reading was all but forgotten--Camus had never really agreed with him, literature class or no--in favor of some inner probing. Normally he had to split his attention, but this time he could focus completely on musing, and that made all the things that seemed so big and important far smaller.
For instance, Neku. He swung his feet a little, switched their order, and tilted his head against his hand. He had an attachment to the proxy, but it was nothing serious. Maybe it only really spawned from that moment when the boy collapsed, when Joshua watched the light leave his eyes. Regardless of who had killed him, the fact that Joshua got to see him in that state meant that he'd seen all there was to see; Neku at the end. When he did die, that look would be in his eyes again...not the same, not ever the same as that one, but familiar. So Joshua had seen a side of Neku that no one else ever would, in his first dying gaze.
His lips quirked wryly. How morbid.
That said, he'd found a beautiful little spot overlooking the mountainside. It was kind of a hill, a little ball of green with a tree growing towards the side and courteously providing enough shade over the center for Joshua to lounge comfortably. He lay on his stomach, his tousled silver hair falling in lazy half-curls around the hand propping up his chin, and had his feet up behind him with the ankles hooked together idly. The book he'd been reading was all but forgotten--Camus had never really agreed with him, literature class or no--in favor of some inner probing. Normally he had to split his attention, but this time he could focus completely on musing, and that made all the things that seemed so big and important far smaller.
For instance, Neku. He swung his feet a little, switched their order, and tilted his head against his hand. He had an attachment to the proxy, but it was nothing serious. Maybe it only really spawned from that moment when the boy collapsed, when Joshua watched the light leave his eyes. Regardless of who had killed him, the fact that Joshua got to see him in that state meant that he'd seen all there was to see; Neku at the end. When he did die, that look would be in his eyes again...not the same, not ever the same as that one, but familiar. So Joshua had seen a side of Neku that no one else ever would, in his first dying gaze.
His lips quirked wryly. How morbid.
