( she's never been lovelier , he decides , than she is in that very moment , cracked porcelain and stained glass breaking . the flood greets him but chōsō is a dam , halting her before she spills—
over . )
missed you ...
( he murmurs , lips pressing just a smidgen harder against hers , pulling back only to press a loving kiss to the corner of her lips . )
sorry for being absent . things ... ah , —
( turning around and throwing a wide glance , lilac eyes locking 'pon the one calling ; pookie , she says , and it feels a little silly , a little like she could've just as well used his name , but—
( one minute is all it took . he remembers agony , pain , melting away against a most terrible onslaught ——— my brother yuji , such a brave boy , protected by bubble of blood ——— and then it—
⠀⠀
𝔂ou’re not supposed to
be here @wombdeath ——
( inhale settled , mask in a
treaded funnel ) oh love .
i’m —— sorry . 𝖿͟𝗎͟𝖼͟𝗄 ( slow
saunter settled in embrace .
so deep )
⠀⠀
to and he must and he shall and choso cries ugly tears into akane's shirt and crumbles the fabric between strong hands . he's missed her so terribly much . so , so much . he never wants to let go—
choso's lips thin . the crimson seeps more and more through and nanami kento insists he's fine when they both know he isn't . normally , were the person someone who wasn't close to yuji , choso may have—
idiot . a complete moron . the most stupid of men . choso huffs and takes own sleeve into mouth , teeth sinking down , and then rips a strip of cloth from it .
" move that , " vague gesture—