Date: 2022-01-01 11:42 pm (UTC)
notsosou: A teal-haired man looking down with closed eyes as he talks. (Is That So)
From: [personal profile] notsosou
...?

[He can see it coming, breathe out and tell himself it's just Helena. Her hands are warm.]

Poetic...

[It feels like his heart's the opposite of strong, a lot of the time, literally and metaphorically. Or... well if he thinks about it too hard he'll feel like he wants to peel off his skin, like his body doesn't belong to him, so he usually tries not to.]

...Worried about becoming them... That would require I'm not already, ahaha.

[That's what he's worried about. It's been six months since he killed Shin Tsukimi and became Sou Hiyori to the best of his ability, and now he doesn't know who he is, a jagged, mangled mess of both maybe, broken glass and twisted metal of a collision.

Not turning and running away... that's the problem. What does he actually want?]


This is about you, not me, though. If you... had enough, I wouldn't blame you.

[It's a little bit of a nudge, with the repeated refrain, but it really is, in the sense that it has effect on her. She's not some uninvolved outside observer.]
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