[Takasugi sees the movement as the curling of spine, distorted through blurred vision and obstruction of fabric and the veil of so many other curled, crumpled bodies piled in his memory. A twitch, legs looking for escape, for that one final step to carry them to safety.
Only to smear in their own blood.
Or drool.
Dry lips brush, a prick of pain as skin catches forcing his eye wider.
All white, and no blood, no mud, no sand that he'd felt more than seen embedded into both of their skin.
How long has it been?
He doesn't care. He's not chasing this ghost - he'll let it slip from his grasp time and time again. There's no strength left in his grip on those things, they've long since ground his bones to dust.
Takasugi's jaw tightens, teeth gritting against each other.
With a strained groan he doesn't hear, he shifts to turn his back on the intruder.]
. die
Only to smear in their own blood.
Or drool.
Dry lips brush, a prick of pain as skin catches forcing his eye wider.
All white, and no blood, no mud, no sand that he'd felt more than seen embedded into both of their skin.
How long has it been?
He doesn't care. He's not chasing this ghost - he'll let it slip from his grasp time and time again. There's no strength left in his grip on those things, they've long since ground his bones to dust.
Takasugi's jaw tightens, teeth gritting against each other.
With a strained groan he doesn't hear, he shifts to turn his back on the intruder.]