http://bound2blade.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-08-17 02:25 am

The Roof; Wednesday Night

Sakurazaki imagined she'd be able to sleep well tonight. It had been a pretty....big day for her. On several levels. So at least she knew it wasn't stress keeping her up all, unless all the stress came solely from her upcoming job. She wasn't nervous about that, though. Not really. Mana-san had said it wouldn't be too difficult, just time consuming. Maybe she was just nervous about going back to Japan. So much...so much had changed for her while she'd been at Fandom. She didn't even know if she wanted to keep fighting like this. After she'd paid off Yuuko, she didn't even know if she could. And then with what happened this morning?

...How was she going to face Ojou-sama?

Well. She pinpointed the reason she couldn't sleep. Sakurazaki sat at the edge of the roof with her legs tucked up to her close, looking out at the night. Her wings were out; the little adventure in stealth and deception had reminded her harshly that her one wing hadn't entirely healed yet. So she figured she may as well stretch them out a little. She caved them carefully around her, and it made her a little sad. //"Better enjoy this while you can, guys,"// she said softly. //"Probably won't have you for much longer..."// Idly, she ran her finger along the tips of the longer feathers. They shivered at her touch.


[[ OMG, my computer hates me. XD this is attempt number four for this post. anyway. for [livejournal.com profile] ranma_sao and all that. ]]

[identity profile] ranma-sao.livejournal.com 2006-08-18 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
//'ll do it. Honest. Just say whatcha want.HOMGI'DDOANYTHINGFORYOU// He shyly smiles at her, looking sweet and finally sincere.

[identity profile] ranma-sao.livejournal.com 2006-08-18 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
//No problem...// He can't sit still and he fidgets tirelessly.

[identity profile] ranma-sao.livejournal.com 2006-08-18 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ranma would scoot closer if he wasn't much too afraid to. He want's terribly badly to put his thoughs into words. Or at least to put together a simple sentence. But nothing comes. He mearly sighs and turns his own eyes to the stars.