He is uncertain if the voice within the recesses of his brain is illusory or not, if it stems from some outer-source of judgment or from his own self-loathing, but he answers in good faith, safe to make such confessions within his own thoughts.
His answers, like all other rivulets of truth gleaned from kisses both hard and soft, from touches supportive and violent, add to the startling procession of the night. He is certain that he's given to a form of madness for such things to even be possible, but he is equally assured that it's a madness hastened by disease and not conceived by it.
Those answers have been within him for much longer than the sickness, and though they make themselves clear to him only now, he knows their shape and texture with time-worn familiarity, as of a friend whose face is erased by time but memory remains cherished.
And it is this same madness, certainly, that brings hesitation to his lips to answer Yu now. Turning to dry his face on a roughly-clothed shoulder, he laments to release his hold or have himself released in turn. Much of him wishes to lie, though it would only be a half lie, and return with a resounding denial of his abilities so that he might keep himself anchored in these arms that little bit longer.
But even in his broken, addled state, he is not without pride, and if only for this moment in time, Lavi is unwilling to offer needless lies. He nods, again a weak motion, gaze downcast, his hand leaving the warm cusp of Yu's face to finish brushing away the evidence of stalled-again tears. ]
Probably. The old geezer will yell at me even more if I don't try.
[ He steps away, gently pushing at the arm around him in spite of himself, minding the corridor now as his auxiliary support if need should arise. A thought occurs to him that's quite humorous, and in the low shadows of the hallway, his grin cuts through the otherwise frantic fever of his face as he begins steady but uncertain steps towards the rec room. ]
He'll probably take your hair tie again. S'okay though. I like your hair better when it's down.
no subject
Yes.
"You would forsake your oaths for this man?"
I already have.
He is uncertain if the voice within the recesses of his brain is illusory or not, if it stems from some outer-source of judgment or from his own self-loathing, but he answers in good faith, safe to make such confessions within his own thoughts.
His answers, like all other rivulets of truth gleaned from kisses both hard and soft, from touches supportive and violent, add to the startling procession of the night. He is certain that he's given to a form of madness for such things to even be possible, but he is equally assured that it's a madness hastened by disease and not conceived by it.
Those answers have been within him for much longer than the sickness, and though they make themselves clear to him only now, he knows their shape and texture with time-worn familiarity, as of a friend whose face is erased by time but memory remains cherished.
And it is this same madness, certainly, that brings hesitation to his lips to answer Yu now. Turning to dry his face on a roughly-clothed shoulder, he laments to release his hold or have himself released in turn. Much of him wishes to lie, though it would only be a half lie, and return with a resounding denial of his abilities so that he might keep himself anchored in these arms that little bit longer.
But even in his broken, addled state, he is not without pride, and if only for this moment in time, Lavi is unwilling to offer needless lies. He nods, again a weak motion, gaze downcast, his hand leaving the warm cusp of Yu's face to finish brushing away the evidence of stalled-again tears. ]
Probably. The old geezer will yell at me even more if I don't try.
[ He steps away, gently pushing at the arm around him in spite of himself, minding the corridor now as his auxiliary support if need should arise. A thought occurs to him that's quite humorous, and in the low shadows of the hallway, his grin cuts through the otherwise frantic fever of his face as he begins steady but uncertain steps towards the rec room. ]
He'll probably take your hair tie again. S'okay though. I like your hair better when it's down.