[ if ugetsu knew yuki had truly fallen in love with him, he wouldn't know what to do with that information -- not now and not before either. he knows a little: that yuki accepts his violence and his fragments because he considers himself deserving of that pain. also: the amends he is trying to make have nothing to do with ugetsu himself. someone else.
someone else.
the touch to his temple is light but ugetsu feels it more strongly than he felt the car crash, than he felt the fire. or so he tells himself. later, when he finally tries to sleep, this won't be the case at all. for now though, it's enough. along with yuki's voice, it tethers; anchors. it calls down the moon from a ledge where moonlight always arcs and asks it to stay a little longer. ]
Y -- uki.
[ no more laughter. it's quiet. almost drowned entirely under all the machines. he's so...so...
dangerous stillness exists abruptly and completely as ugetsu's choking breaths even out until they can be almost nothing too. ]
...sorry.
[ he isn't. ]
Aha...hm. It was just such a funny question for you to ask.
[ then he tilts his head and angles it just the way he would if he could see yuki. stares at him without seeing him and feels his own mouth curve upward. it's cracked. so dry. bleeding. the red stands out starkly against ugetsu's pale skin and his dark hair and eyes. disappearing right in front of him. ]
Now that's done...you can go.
[ it's not clear: 'tonight'? 'forever'? a string wound tight enough to snap. so ugetsu lies. what good would the truth do him now?
o h no this is so perfect for them....also all that sea imagery...takes tissues thank you .....
someone else.
the touch to his temple is light but ugetsu feels it more strongly than he felt the car crash, than he felt the fire. or so he tells himself. later, when he finally tries to sleep, this won't be the case at all. for now though, it's enough. along with yuki's voice, it tethers; anchors. it calls down the moon from a ledge where moonlight always arcs and asks it to stay a little longer. ]
Y -- uki.
[ no more laughter. it's quiet. almost drowned entirely under all the machines. he's so...so...
dangerous stillness exists abruptly and completely as ugetsu's choking breaths even out until they can be almost nothing too. ]
...sorry.
[ he isn't. ]
Aha...hm. It was just such a funny question for you to ask.
[ then he tilts his head and angles it just the way he would if he could see yuki. stares at him without seeing him and feels his own mouth curve upward. it's cracked. so dry. bleeding. the red stands out starkly against ugetsu's pale skin and his dark hair and eyes. disappearing right in front of him. ]
Now that's done...you can go.
[ it's not clear: 'tonight'? 'forever'? a string wound tight enough to snap. so ugetsu lies. what good would the truth do him now?
what good would it do anyone? ]