reformedsinner: (decisions made)
Cho Hakkai ([personal profile] reformedsinner) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore 2018-09-07 04:58 am (UTC)

[Hakkai's chest aches, sharply, and Gojyo's voice goes brisk and practical, and, ah, he thinks, maybe it wasn't just blood loss after all, maybe this is some kind of wildly ill-chosen olive branch. He's trying to speak well of Ken, isn't he?

He turns his head, careful and slow, to see Gojyo in the driver's seat, looking ahead, jawline drawn with tension. His throat is intact. His throat is intact-- tension abruptly runs out of Hakkai's posture, rounding his shoulders, crumpling him in around the ache behind his breastbone. He fumbles with his monocle as he tries to conceal his collapse by settling it back in place.]


I, ah, I'm not seeing things any longer.

[It slips from his hand and falls, sliding under Jeep's seat. His lips thin to hold back a curse, and he carefully puts one hand over his face, trying to hold back unformed white-hot fury at himself, this place, the stupid volcano, the stupid situation. His fingertips tremble against his eyebrow.

Still, even barely forcing himself under control, he can't resist looking again, checking Gojyo's face, his throat, gaze dropping with a flinch to check the fresh wound on his arm.]

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