Kaworu isn't listening. His eyes ignore the flourish of signs in front of him and instead focus on the distance on the trembling form. Then the beast... no, the being stills and stares at Paul. Then Kaworu's eyes met theirs.
Blood red irises meet. It's like looking into the mirror. Kaworu sees the confusion, the anger... all the pain. The vestige of someone who has been held against their will and everything they are stripped to nothing and rebuilt by someone else.
Suddenly, Paul doesn't matter. Kaworu loosens his grip and then... lets the other boy go. Paul isn't the one who needs protecting.
Using his Dark Blood has always been easy for him. A step forward and reality bends to his will effortlessly. He pulls himself through time and space like wading in a shallow pool. He steps onto the shore in front of Epsilon.
The beast reacts as a beast does, no line between anger and terror. It reaches great hands forward grabs at Kaworu's shoulders and forearms, nails puncturing his soft pale flesh. He makes a pained noise but reaches forward a small, pale hand to offer connection.
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Blood red irises meet. It's like looking into the mirror. Kaworu sees the confusion, the anger... all the pain. The vestige of someone who has been held against their will and everything they are stripped to nothing and rebuilt by someone else.
Suddenly, Paul doesn't matter. Kaworu loosens his grip and then... lets the other boy go. Paul isn't the one who needs protecting.
Using his Dark Blood has always been easy for him. A step forward and reality bends to his will effortlessly. He pulls himself through time and space like wading in a shallow pool. He steps onto the shore in front of Epsilon.
The beast reacts as a beast does, no line between anger and terror. It reaches great hands forward grabs at Kaworu's shoulders and forearms, nails puncturing his soft pale flesh. He makes a pained noise but reaches forward a small, pale hand to offer connection.
I understand. I understand and it's okay.