Lelouch is a wreck on the train ride back to Ashford. It's the pale blue of a misty morning and too early even for business men on their way to work, but there nevertheless a handful of passengers who look over and study the intriguing scene made by Lelouch and Suzaku.
There, the eleven: straight-backed, hands folded, clothes fine. There, the Britannian: silent in the wake of his defeat against himself. On occasion Lelouch will raise his hand and stare at its trembling as he is hoping the clack rattle and hum of the city will set his nerves at ease. His condition, though, gains no improvement, and Suzaku sits by his side, both jailor and protector.
Lelouch's first steps off the train are unsteady and unsure. He stops as if he doesn't know the way or the reason, and so Suzaku takes him by the upper arm and steers him towards his home. Lelouch leans on him, allows him-- not out of trust but out of exhaustion.
When they arrive and the bottom edge of the yellow morning sun has just cleared the horizon, Lelouch's head snaps up as if he only just realized where he's been walking all this time.
"What time is it?" he asks hoarsely, his first words since he stopped moving on his own in the night.
Suzaku returns with the time but Lelouch replies nothing more. Instead he takes out a handkerchief, wrinkled but clean, and dabs at the sweat pearling in the fine sheen of hair on his upper lip. He takes Lelouch to bed and lowers the ailing boy. His dark eyes fall closed instantly.
His official report is only that he is covertly and independently investigating the identity of Zero. That should be enough for them--
so he wonders why it's not enough for him.
He stays. Rolo stares angrily before slinking off to school. Shirley is by once at lunch and she smiles so very sweetly. Then alone in the afternoon Lelouch's eyes open and he meets them to Suzaku's. Lelouch professes that his body feels as if he has been run over by a truck, oh many apologies for not immediately jumping for tea.
(( tbc when I'm not falling asleep at the keyboard ))
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carisma_sensei
Glass; sequel
Date: 2011-11-16 06:50 am (UTC)There, the eleven: straight-backed, hands folded, clothes fine. There, the Britannian: silent in the wake of his defeat against himself. On occasion Lelouch will raise his hand and stare at its trembling as he is hoping the clack rattle and hum of the city will set his nerves at ease. His condition, though, gains no improvement, and Suzaku sits by his side, both jailor and protector.
Lelouch's first steps off the train are unsteady and unsure. He stops as if he doesn't know the way or the reason, and so Suzaku takes him by the upper arm and steers him towards his home. Lelouch leans on him, allows him-- not out of trust but out of exhaustion.
When they arrive and the bottom edge of the yellow morning sun has just cleared the horizon, Lelouch's head snaps up as if he only just realized where he's been walking all this time.
"What time is it?" he asks hoarsely, his first words since he stopped moving on his own in the night.
Suzaku returns with the time but Lelouch replies nothing more. Instead he takes out a handkerchief, wrinkled but clean, and dabs at the sweat pearling in the fine sheen of hair on his upper lip. He takes Lelouch to bed and lowers the ailing boy. His dark eyes fall closed instantly.
His official report is only that he is covertly and independently investigating the identity of Zero. That should be enough for them--
so he wonders why it's not enough for him.
He stays. Rolo stares angrily before slinking off to school. Shirley is by once at lunch and she smiles so very sweetly. Then alone in the afternoon Lelouch's eyes open and he meets them to Suzaku's. Lelouch professes that his body feels as if he has been run over by a truck, oh many apologies for not immediately jumping for tea.
(( tbc when I'm not falling asleep at the keyboard ))