( there's no immediate answer to that. silence hangs heavy over the room, punctuated by the occasional sniffle, as yukine considers whether or not he should be forthright with it. he knows that he should tell yato, knows that he should have told him a while ago, but he's been hesitant to say it out loud. he can't help but feel as soon as he voices then it will become real. all it needs is just the barest bit of acknowledgement to breathe life into it and then yukine will have to comes to terms with it.
he's not sure if he's ready for that.
he makes a small noise in frustration. for as much as he wants to hold it close to his chest, he doesn't want to lie. not when yato has been honest with him. )
「 Sekki. 」
( the name rings through the air like the clang of a gong, sharp and piercing even though yukine had only whispered it. )
no subject
he's not sure if he's ready for that.
he makes a small noise in frustration. for as much as he wants to hold it close to his chest, he doesn't want to lie. not when yato has been honest with him. )
「 Sekki. 」
( the name rings through the air like the clang of a gong, sharp and piercing even though yukine had only whispered it. )
「 I'm a sea cucumber. 」