"Daiki." It was whispered. Gurgled. Around blood and a hole in her chest. It came from the walls, from all around him. Desperate and confused at the same time.
In Lia's hand was a little locket. One side had the face of a young man, blond, handsome. On the other side was a baby. "Find her." Over and over, all over the walls, whispered. Find her find her findherfindherfindher."
Then it was gone. The blood and woman both disappeared and there was nothing. The deafening sound was replaced with the chirp of birds and cicadas as late afternoon fell around the crumbling, half abandoned asylum.
The walls were still peeling and half gone. The stairs were creaking like someone was running up and down them. The sunlight had gotten weaker; it wasn't overhead enough to be bright. But, it seemed for the time, that Aomine was alone.
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Date: 2018-08-01 03:21 am (UTC)In Lia's hand was a little locket. One side had the face of a young man, blond, handsome. On the other side was a baby. "Find her." Over and over, all over the walls, whispered. Find her find her findherfindherfindher."
Then it was gone. The blood and woman both disappeared and there was nothing. The deafening sound was replaced with the chirp of birds and cicadas as late afternoon fell around the crumbling, half abandoned asylum.
The walls were still peeling and half gone. The stairs were creaking like someone was running up and down them. The sunlight had gotten weaker; it wasn't overhead enough to be bright. But, it seemed for the time, that Aomine was alone.