[ Even solace sounds too peaceful a word for him. He is wreckage held afloat by devotion. ]
I am. It's mine.
[ It'll never not be his, even if belongs to another. That much hasn't changed, agency not yet crushed by his willingness to give it away to someone to make use of as they saw fit. As he saw fit, even if it had sown faults and fractures into every space that still existed between them. This was Mikazuki's last effort at destroying all of those, too, a rare moment where a soft touch prevailed over a sharp tongue.
His nature is to give, harshness that came too young acting as a tourniquet for youth itself.
And everyone hopes, at some point. There's no movement to his touch, but it searches Takasugi all the same. ]
no subject
I am. It's mine.
[ It'll never not be his, even if belongs to another. That much hasn't changed, agency not yet crushed by his willingness to give it away to someone to make use of as they saw fit. As he saw fit, even if it had sown faults and fractures into every space that still existed between them. This was Mikazuki's last effort at destroying all of those, too, a rare moment where a soft touch prevailed over a sharp tongue.
His nature is to give, harshness that came too young acting as a tourniquet for youth itself.
And everyone hopes, at some point. There's no movement to his touch, but it searches Takasugi all the same. ]
If you mean how it came back...
[ Well. Not always as dense as he seems. ]