[ The whisper of fingertips, the delicate twist of digits as they move through ember-shaded fringe--it's enough, he realizes, to throw the fight for consciousness. Lips divide, words of warning hovering there, but no entreaty passes through.
Breath itself barely slips past his teeth, air locked somewhere deep in the cage of his lungs. It's not, he knows, a sudden symptom of illness, not the wicked spell of disease.
The tightness in his chest and burning in his skin would persist even in perfect health, for the force which leaves him speechless is something far more insidious and powerful. Something tender and frightfully bright; something so achingly real that it rebukes his attempts to shroud it in a lie.
But it has no name, for him. No distinct sound or word. It's not one emotion but several, twined together with threads of conflicting identities.
The only thing clear about the phenomena is the cause, the root.
The man who creates storms in his heart with each passing day, who breathes conflict through the smallest touches and glimpses of truth--that person is to blame.
And all too soon, that person is drawing away, jumping back as if he's been singed by the fires that burn through Lavi's thoughts. ]
Yu--
[ Lavi isn't sure if his voice ever makes it through the air, isn't sure if he even cares to find out. Shapes begin to lose their edge, blurring and bleeding together, the world swirling and spinning like watercolors funneled through a drain. A cool sensation on his nape tries to startle and stun him away from the precipice of wakefulness and dreaming, but he ignores it.
He is safe now, he knows. He need not react to every noise or seek measures of defense. Here .. he can rest, as he so badly wants to do.
So with one last smile, he shakes his head softly, turning away from those things that would keep in grounded in the world and gives in to the call of the deep. ]
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Breath itself barely slips past his teeth, air locked somewhere deep in the cage of his lungs. It's not, he knows, a sudden symptom of illness, not the wicked spell of disease.
The tightness in his chest and burning in his skin would persist even in perfect health, for the force which leaves him speechless is something far more insidious and powerful. Something tender and frightfully bright; something so achingly real that it rebukes his attempts to shroud it in a lie.
But it has no name, for him. No distinct sound or word. It's not one emotion but several, twined together with threads of conflicting identities.
The only thing clear about the phenomena is the cause, the root.
The man who creates storms in his heart with each passing day, who breathes conflict through the smallest touches and glimpses of truth--that person is to blame.
And all too soon, that person is drawing away, jumping back as if he's been singed by the fires that burn through Lavi's thoughts. ]
Yu--
[ Lavi isn't sure if his voice ever makes it through the air, isn't sure if he even cares to find out. Shapes begin to lose their edge, blurring and bleeding together, the world swirling and spinning like watercolors funneled through a drain. A cool sensation on his nape tries to startle and stun him away from the precipice of wakefulness and dreaming, but he ignores it.
He is safe now, he knows. He need not react to every noise or seek measures of defense. Here .. he can rest, as he so badly wants to do.
So with one last smile, he shakes his head softly, turning away from those things that would keep in grounded in the world and gives in to the call of the deep. ]