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Y. Matsuoka
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( ah.
rubbing his hands together, he bites back the urge to apologise again. it's not going to help anything, it's really not, but he does want koushuu to be well aware. urgh, but he already said it and koushuu definitely knows. )
One day it's going to come out, Koushuu. Either on your terms or not.
( that much he feels is true. then he's sitting down in front of him. )
Can I help?
rubbing his hands together, he bites back the urge to apologise again. it's not going to help anything, it's really not, but he does want koushuu to be well aware. urgh, but he already said it and koushuu definitely knows. )
One day it's going to come out, Koushuu. Either on your terms or not.
( that much he feels is true. then he's sitting down in front of him. )
Can I help?
[ Wow. "The jackpot" is the last thing he would call his memories. He is at once flattered and annoyed that someone would say that. ]
I wouldn't call it a "jackpot." It was still a war, it wasn't all fun and punching Nazis.
But if you want pictures, I do have comic books about it. They're a lot dumber than what actually happened but the basics are the same.
[ He thinks, anyway. ]
I wouldn't call it a "jackpot." It was still a war, it wasn't all fun and punching Nazis.
But if you want pictures, I do have comic books about it. They're a lot dumber than what actually happened but the basics are the same.
[ He thinks, anyway. ]
[ Shifting when Yukine sits down across from him, Koushuu doesn't try to put more space between them. Instead, he presses their knees together, simple contact that he seeks out, a small comfort.
And, also, reassurance that it's okay. It wasn't Yukine's fault, really. Nevermind that Koushuu would never, could never, find it in him to be angry with his best friend. For as much as he loves his parents, and feels strongly for Eijun, this is his important person, really. ]
I know. [ Soft, simple. But he sighs out of his nose. ] We should hang out. Do... something.
And, also, reassurance that it's okay. It wasn't Yukine's fault, really. Nevermind that Koushuu would never, could never, find it in him to be angry with his best friend. For as much as he loves his parents, and feels strongly for Eijun, this is his important person, really. ]
I know. [ Soft, simple. But he sighs out of his nose. ] We should hang out. Do... something.
[ In time, Yato wakes to see a plain white ceiling. The calm of the hospital room is striking. His mind rouses to make sense of what's real and why he's here. Though he thinks he must've been sleeping for some time, he still feels awfully weary. He shifts to gaze outside a nearby window, and before he knows it, he's asleep again.
Like this, Yato comes out of his coma in bits and pieces. Dreams and memories play out one after another and all at once, running together yet strikingly vivid. He sees fireflies and fire, a burning town and a peaceful meadow stroked with blood. There are cries on top of screams, horrified looks and anguish lancing through his chest. He has no conscious thought to guide him; he's taken for a broken journey across eras and tragedies, simply feeling them for what they are in the moment.
He murmurs Japanese in his sleep about Heaven and play, disjointed phrases that don't make much sense. He was motionless in the week past but now he shifts in his sleep, chasing motions from other lifetimes. ]
Like this, Yato comes out of his coma in bits and pieces. Dreams and memories play out one after another and all at once, running together yet strikingly vivid. He sees fireflies and fire, a burning town and a peaceful meadow stroked with blood. There are cries on top of screams, horrified looks and anguish lancing through his chest. He has no conscious thought to guide him; he's taken for a broken journey across eras and tragedies, simply feeling them for what they are in the moment.
He murmurs Japanese in his sleep about Heaven and play, disjointed phrases that don't make much sense. He was motionless in the week past but now he shifts in his sleep, chasing motions from other lifetimes. ]
sorry! i know its weird asking for a fight
but i want to see how much i can improve to dodge stuff when it comes down to it
but i want to see how much i can improve to dodge stuff when it comes down to it
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