[ Nothing else holds his attention quite like the sound of his voice or the way he buries his face in his chest. His skin was made to withstand the extremities of nature but feeling that warm dampness has his stomach knotting in dismay. But it's his question, asked so simply, that jabs at a doubt so deep he didn't realize until this moment just how much his father's legacy still haunted him.
The other hand wraps around him, and he falls on his back, holding onto him amid the churning turmoil that sends a firestorm sweeping over the ice crags he didn't realize were so deeply embedded in him still. ]
... I--
[ Don't know? No, if this night taught him anything, it's that his father still holds onto a piece of him, he didn't realize he'd let him have. ]
I... might be.
[ Red and blue flames flicker to life across his chest, cool to the touch. They amass quickly but last no more than a few heartbeats before sputtering out as he reaches for him. Desperate to see him, Shouto ends up running his fingers through the length of his hair and ends up losing himself in the soft threads. Catching his breath, he ends up slowing in his movements, the distress slowly leeching out of him as he looks up at the mass of white hair he's grown so fond of. ]
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The other hand wraps around him, and he falls on his back, holding onto him amid the churning turmoil that sends a firestorm sweeping over the ice crags he didn't realize were so deeply embedded in him still. ]
... I--
[ Don't know? No, if this night taught him anything, it's that his father still holds onto a piece of him, he didn't realize he'd let him have. ]
I... might be.
[ Red and blue flames flicker to life across his chest, cool to the touch. They amass quickly but last no more than a few heartbeats before sputtering out as he reaches for him. Desperate to see him, Shouto ends up running his fingers through the length of his hair and ends up losing himself in the soft threads. Catching his breath, he ends up slowing in his movements, the distress slowly leeching out of him as he looks up at the mass of white hair he's grown so fond of. ]
I didn't mean to hurt you.