It's like getting punched in the gut, hearing those three words, and Zelos can't really keep himself from wheezing and stepping back when they come resting against his heart. They get stuck in his mind, repeating themselves as blood rushes to his ears. Running away, running away--Lloyd is leaving. Lloyd is leaving.
Lloyd is leaving.
There's a tingling sensation on Zelos' face, his teeth, as he lifts his gaze off the ground (when did he look down?) to search Lloyd's face again, consciously trying to change his expression from open surprise to something closer to a glare. Is this... some kind of a joke? Lloyd's motives--they're. Understandable, Zelos guesses, but. Leaving just like that? Does he really hate Zelos' guts so much that he'd leave him behind? Well, they're--certainly not friends anymore, are they? It makes sense. But he could've just left without a word instead. Should have. Considering how he's feeling right now, Zelos almost feels like he would've preferred it, because somehow Lloyd coming here to tell him in person is worse.
Something hardens in his chest. He wants to leave Zelos behind? Fine, then. Go ahead and do it. Good fucking riddance.
And yet 'don't let him go,' a small, scared, irrational part of Zelos' mind screams, one that digs its nails and refuses to let everything freeze over, or to let the roaring storm in his heart to come and wreck everything. Zelos hisses through his teeth, tries to say something--comes up with nothing. After enough false starts, though, with his heart pounding and his hands balling into fists, Zelos finally gets out a scoffed,
Sorry Lloyd he's spiraling a lil
It's like getting punched in the gut, hearing those three words, and Zelos can't really keep himself from wheezing and stepping back when they come resting against his heart. They get stuck in his mind, repeating themselves as blood rushes to his ears. Running away, running away--Lloyd is leaving. Lloyd is leaving.
Lloyd is leaving.
There's a tingling sensation on Zelos' face, his teeth, as he lifts his gaze off the ground (when did he look down?) to search Lloyd's face again, consciously trying to change his expression from open surprise to something closer to a glare. Is this... some kind of a joke? Lloyd's motives--they're. Understandable, Zelos guesses, but. Leaving just like that? Does he really hate Zelos' guts so much that he'd leave him behind? Well, they're--certainly not friends anymore, are they? It makes sense. But he could've just left without a word instead. Should have. Considering how he's feeling right now, Zelos almost feels like he would've preferred it, because somehow Lloyd coming here to tell him in person is worse.
Something hardens in his chest. He wants to leave Zelos behind? Fine, then. Go ahead and do it. Good fucking riddance.
And yet 'don't let him go,' a small, scared, irrational part of Zelos' mind screams, one that digs its nails and refuses to let everything freeze over, or to let the roaring storm in his heart to come and wreck everything. Zelos hisses through his teeth, tries to say something--comes up with nothing. After enough false starts, though, with his heart pounding and his hands balling into fists, Zelos finally gets out a scoffed,
"Excuse me?"