breathofyou: (get the frick away)
Miharu is in quite the familiar place. It is one that he had never expected to see again: the no man's land, the beach set as the corridor between desolation and drowning. A skeleton city, as far as the eye could see; red water, a sea of red that had no end.

There are many landmarks here. He is ignoring each and every one of them. If he were to be a detective, he would fail at it. No investigating - mere wandering. Miharu did not really need to look, anyhow. The scar on the palm of his hand would let him know if he found whom he was trying to find.

He's not angry with Kaworu, exactly, but he is also not very happy with him. It was easy to figure out some of the tricks with his memory now wholly intact. But he cannot say he would not have played them, himself, either... so there they were.

Miharu accidentally left Kaworu awhile ago. He hopes that the angel has not done this in return.

[...]
breathofyou: (shutterbug)
This is Miharu, attempting not to flip.

This is Miharu, not doing a good job of attempting not to flip.

Oh, of course he looks just fine on the outside. He is even indulging a hobby - photographing - in the edges of the woods. But his hands are shaking, and most shots are ruined in some form or another - quite the predicament.

No, he is not doing a good job at all. But it is not as if anyone will see him... correct?

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