Outside ~ Damien/Gillian
Akira didn't know why she was yammering on like she was. Idle chit-chat was something she absolutely hated. But perhaps it was the fear, albeit miniscule, that was starting to eat at the back of her mind. What would happen, seriously, if she had rebelled the system she and the others at N.A.P.F.I.T. were forced to undergo? Would she become one of those rumored "unknowns" and never be allowed to return to the normal world? To forever be detached from people and places she was ever so familiar with? It really was a disturbing thought.
It sent chills down her spine.
Akira barely noticed the cigarette returning to her outstretched fingers. "I doubt falling in love is possible for everyone here," cut Damien's words into her thoughts. Had he been reading her mind? Had he done his strange, reclusive voodoo magic and wormed his little mind-probing fingers into her brain and figured out that that was what she was fretting over at that exact moment?
She could say nothing. Instead, she turned her blue eyes up at him, their gaze peering into his own in an attempt to read him. There was the faintest of smiles on his lips as Damien began to speak. "It's a year away from family, and school," he said, an attempt at grasping for a silver lining in this bleak hell they were suddenly thrown into.
Akira could not force the scoff that had escaped her throat and pushed the filter of the cigarette between her lips. Translucent smoke billowed up into her line of vision, blue eyes glaring off across the landscape before them. Despite how beautiful an estate they were currently residing on, it was still just a dressed-up, lacy and ribbon-tied hell to Akira. "I suppose if one could see it as an escape, then it could be considered a good thing," she said, her voice laced with bitterness. "But when you're practically an outcast on both fronts, what difference does being away from them really mean?" Inhaling slowly, Akira allowed the smoke to exit her nostrils and mouth before she passed the cigarette back to Damien. "I need a drink," she muttered more to herself before rubbing at the side of her neck where her Kanji tattoo was. She saw someone walking off toward the distance, her eyes narrowing just a hair to see who it was. Not that she actually knew, but Akira figured that Damien would probably want someone else for company than a girl like herself. The mixed girl just didn't mesh well with people, it seemed. "And I'm fuckin' starving. Let's get something to eat after this. HEY YOU OUT THERE! ... Yeah, I'm talking to you! We're gonna get food in a bit. Wanna come along or you just gonna sit out there, pondering the meaning of life all night?"