How long he looked at the petal in his hand, he didn’t know. Was this really what he would be content with? Death. Only to end up standing still before some strange gilded gate, eternally gazing at a cherry blossom in the middle of his palm. No. He curled his thumb, brushed at the petal, felt its smoothness wander over one of the callouses centered on his hand. There was more… wasn’t there? Was he really so content as to let it all turn out this way? As calm as he felt, beneath it, his chest rolled amid the cold void filling it.
But leaving this spot, for some reason, didn’t feel right. This place, the trees, something about it held him fast. Lifting his gaze again, Sousuke followed the trunk of the tree. Up to the branches where those pink blooms spread out above him. Too much effort to question. Yet too uncomfortable to leave it alone. He lowered his hand and his eyes, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. Whatever this place was, he was here. And standing around wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
Hm? He felt it. Like a soft tug somewhere inside him. Sousuke touched his fingertips to his chest, a frown playing on his lips. That was a strange sensation. It didn’t release him either, never increased, never decreased. Perhaps it had been a mistake to leave the place he’d woken up; as discomforting as the crowds were, people had been there. Ones he might be able to ask questions to. About this place, about this feeling in his body… or about nothing in particular.
Another sound wandered into his mind, the sound of footsteps. Sousuke turned his head, the lines of the fence rushing staccato blended in an illusion through the corner of his eye. Someone? Someone was running towards him. For a second, surprise flicked over his face. Who just ran at someone like that? But it melted back into a frown, even deeper that before, brows furrowing in a mixture of annoyance and defense. Fingers curled around the sakura petal and he lowered both arms, instinctively moving to put his hands in his pockets—Oh right, he wasn’t wearing any. Tsk.
It was easy to tell this guy was in a good mood. Why… of course he didn’t know. Wait… His name. He knew his name? Teal eyes narrowed as the other person approached him. Questions flitted up into his mind. But he held his tongue, waiting until the other was close enough. Stopped enough. He made sure to keep a small distance between them regardless. His voice again, but this time from his own mouth. Quiet and deep, guarded.
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But leaving this spot, for some reason, didn’t feel right. This place, the trees, something about it held him fast. Lifting his gaze again, Sousuke followed the trunk of the tree. Up to the branches where those pink blooms spread out above him. Too much effort to question. Yet too uncomfortable to leave it alone. He lowered his hand and his eyes, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. Whatever this place was, he was here. And standing around wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
Hm? He felt it. Like a soft tug somewhere inside him. Sousuke touched his fingertips to his chest, a frown playing on his lips. That was a strange sensation. It didn’t release him either, never increased, never decreased. Perhaps it had been a mistake to leave the place he’d woken up; as discomforting as the crowds were, people had been there. Ones he might be able to ask questions to. About this place, about this feeling in his body… or about nothing in particular.
Another sound wandered into his mind, the sound of footsteps. Sousuke turned his head, the lines of the fence rushing staccato blended in an illusion through the corner of his eye. Someone? Someone was running towards him. For a second, surprise flicked over his face. Who just ran at someone like that? But it melted back into a frown, even deeper that before, brows furrowing in a mixture of annoyance and defense. Fingers curled around the sakura petal and he lowered both arms, instinctively moving to put his hands in his pockets—Oh right, he wasn’t wearing any. Tsk.
It was easy to tell this guy was in a good mood. Why… of course he didn’t know. Wait… His name. He knew his name? Teal eyes narrowed as the other person approached him. Questions flitted up into his mind. But he held his tongue, waiting until the other was close enough. Stopped enough. He made sure to keep a small distance between them regardless. His voice again, but this time from his own mouth. Quiet and deep, guarded.
“Who are you?”