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Random Scene
The clanging of metal echoed through the quiet yet heavily guarded corridor. (A) flinched as the metal door clashed with another, rubbing her arm and feeling iffy with the atmosphere. “This way, miss.” The guard said gruffly, followed by a yawn as he started to walk in a direction. (A) followed the guard and the corridor was filled with the tapping of their shoes as they walked, until they reached a room.
The guard opened the door for (A), gesturing them to come in with their head.
They could already see a familiar person inside the room, cuffed to the table, wearing the prisoner’s uniform, his ankles chained together. (A) nervously walked inside, looking at (Z) with fear in her eyes.
He killed 20 people after all, who wouldn’t be afraid?
The guard closes the door behind (A). Leaving the two of them alone in a big room, with four walls surrounding them.
“Sit down.” (Z) said flatly, (A) followed sitting down slowly across (Z) cautiousness in their eyes. Then the room went silent, and moments pass as such, until (Z) broke the silence.
“Why did you do it?” He asks.
“...What are you talking about?” (A) asked back quietly, leaning back on the chair.
“Why me?” He continued to ask, rising anger evident in his tone.
“...What-”
“Cut your bullshit (A). It’s just the two of us here.” (Z) bit out, fist slamming down on the table. Despite being -apparently- afraid, (A) didn’t even flinch. They just stared at (Z) blankly, before slowly revealing a cunning smile on their lips.
“...Out of everyone, why me?” (Z) repeated, desperation on his tone but tried to not let it show.
They chuckled lightly, the look in (A)’s eyes, though looking ahead, felt like they were looking down on (Z). “Because why not you?” (A) answered back, gone was the scared person that entered the room and was instead replaced by a confident and cunning person.
“Why?” He asks with frustration.
The smile on (A)”s face went wider as they stood and leaned closer to the one sitting across them, and said with confidence for (Z) to hear “Because no one would believe you.” She smiled brightly as she moved away to sit back down. (Z) glared at (A) his fists clenched on the table.
After (A) sat back then, a winning smile appeared on the prisoner’s face. (A) lifted a brow in curiosity, their eyes went wide as they froze in their place as (Z) lifted a voice recorder that was apparently on his lap.
Soul Jazz
Made a lil thing while listening to this playlist, been getting into these type of songs more recently (blame it on my Lupin iii addiction coming back) •
They laid near the window nook, feeling quite exposed if not for the blanket of raindrops covering the glass. Head relaxed on it, the pressure felt like a little massage for the brain. Knees held together up to their chest, being their own blanket… Music accompanied their mind, trying to compartmentalise their thoughts, make it tidy. But the more they unpacked the more they stopped to see how well kept it was. Who knows? could be handy later.
They usually didn’t like slow songs like this, it just further empathised how full the place felt.
This would be easier with company, but that wasn’t an option right now.
For now, we just had to take it slow and easy. (not really steady, commitment to consistency is too much for them)
Finally they decided what to dwell on, as the voices sang slowly, silky?.. No, velvety. The lyrics were about love, they usually avoided those songs, but romantic love might not be far from the love they expressed maybe.
Romantic that it was earnest and embarrassingly desperate. Friendship others would call it, but this guy always had a hard time with what the feeling is supposed to be. Romance is intimate, intense, passionate. Friendship was casual, friendly. What a limitation of what these feelings could be, all of the above felt ideal. Whatever people say what these feelings can be, They just knew they wanted to be like the things they watched.
Friends staying in the same home, always sticking together despite their conflicts. Playful and Mischievous domesticity. Maybe even the occasional touch of those rivalries, opposite views of the world, but somehow they were attracted to each other. Exciting. Riveting. Yet somehow had an assumed intimate understanding of one another.
This was really sappy, not everyone would understand this need and even if they did, they won’t just let them be their partner for life.
A sigh is all they can muster, ‘I’ll just have to handle this on my own’, they thought. They let their body relax and sink, warm comfy velvet cushions underneath them as they closed their eyes… Maybe that didn’t seem so bad.