WHO: kaito and pals WHAT: post-surgery and mid-month event shenanigans WHERE: around town WHEN: from april 12 to the end of the month WARNINGS: potential discussion of body horror; will update as things Go On
[Here is this man with a bleeding heart, wounded for years.]
[Maybe its because he know Kaito would forget this, eventually. Maybe that makes this easier. He thinks of Roland, with eyes hidden, eyes that were undoubtedly full of tears.]
[He pulls the man in for an embrace. That's all he can do. He can't fix Kaito and his past.]
[ Maybe he should have seen this coming. But he doesn't. Kaito flinches at first, so shocked by the wordless contact that he freezes up for more than a few seconds.
This bastard. He surely isn't doing this out of pity. Kaito can kinda tell. Maybe it's because he'll forget, like how he's forgotten all the other instances of conversation today.
...But who cares? Right now, who gives a singular fuck? Kaito's hands lift, shaky but sure. He carefully wraps them around the arms looping him from behind.
With a sigh, a smile, and maybe a little sniffle, the empath leans his head back against Verg's shoulder. ]
...Thank you. [ Soft, breathy, low. His words barely carry over. ]
If the roles were reversed, know that I wouldn't hesitate to do the same.
After all...
You and I, we have a lot of demons we'll never let our loved ones fight.
[He sighs - a low, rattling noise that vibrates through his chest and into Kaito's body. He isn't used to this. He also thinks he doesn't deserve this.]
[But Kaito does, if only for a moment. He holds him solidly.]
...You're an idiot, you know that.
[(Grumpy) (But definitely affectionate despite his grumbling)]
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But it's too late (again). Kaito's already told Verg so much. So much more than he'll tell anyone else, even Malkuth. At least, for now.
Why not give him a bit more?
With a slump and a sigh, Kaito cocks a glance over his shoulder. ]
My father, my grandfather, my step-mother, and my step-brother.
Everyone important to me at the time, murdered.
Murdered because of me.
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[He shouldn't.]
[He really shouldn't.]
[Here is this man with a bleeding heart, wounded for years.]
[Maybe its because he know Kaito would forget this, eventually. Maybe that makes this easier. He thinks of Roland, with eyes hidden, eyes that were undoubtedly full of tears.]
[He pulls the man in for an embrace. That's all he can do. He can't fix Kaito and his past.]
[But he needs to do this.]
[He feels like he has to.]
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This bastard. He surely isn't doing this out of pity. Kaito can kinda tell. Maybe it's because he'll forget, like how he's forgotten all the other instances of conversation today.
...But who cares? Right now, who gives a singular fuck? Kaito's hands lift, shaky but sure. He carefully wraps them around the arms looping him from behind.
With a sigh, a smile, and maybe a little sniffle, the empath leans his head back against Verg's shoulder. ]
...Thank you. [ Soft, breathy, low. His words barely carry over. ]
If the roles were reversed, know that I wouldn't hesitate to do the same.
After all...
You and I, we have a lot of demons we'll never let our loved ones fight.
Even though we should. Even though we deserve to.
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[He sighs - a low, rattling noise that vibrates through his chest and into Kaito's body. He isn't used to this. He also thinks he doesn't deserve this.]
[But Kaito does, if only for a moment. He holds him solidly.]
...You're an idiot, you know that.
[(Grumpy) (But definitely affectionate despite his grumbling)]