[ before he could swing his hand back to where he'd like to hit it, weight seizes it. shoyo pauses, lowers his remaining hand and . . . his fingers, right there. they curl enough to touch the hand that holds his wrist in turn.
his attention is acute and focused. he had to write down directions, but he can't here. he repeats it to himself, and pours every bit of brainpower into remembering it: pale sanctuary, left, past main hall, fourth room, red couch, under. pale sanctuary, left, past main hall, fourth room, red couch. left, fourth room down, couch— ]
But why are you—
[ in nothing short of a blink, where shoyo once stood, brushing his fingers over his thumb, he's now gone and the spot empty. what stands there is his bike, and melting popsicles in the sunny heat of rio de janeiro. in real time— he's jolted awake with oikawa shaking his shoulders to take him home.
he no longer feels like dancing, like he has an annoying amount of indisputable energy. his corruption has lowered to a safe level, with only one goal in mind as he left for pale sanctuary: find lazarus. he's not feeling positive about this anymore, and his joints were beginning to ache again. the herbal mixes of anti-inflammatory vials are beginning to lose their effect, but he couldn't stop now.
he was an athlete; he could take this sort of ache before it rids him to bed and wears him to sleep. pale sanctuary. left. past the main hall. fourth door. couch. ]
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his attention is acute and focused. he had to write down directions, but he can't here. he repeats it to himself, and pours every bit of brainpower into remembering it: pale sanctuary, left, past main hall, fourth room, red couch, under. pale sanctuary, left, past main hall, fourth room, red couch. left, fourth room down, couch— ]
But why are you—
[ in nothing short of a blink, where shoyo once stood, brushing his fingers over his thumb, he's now gone and the spot empty. what stands there is his bike, and melting popsicles in the sunny heat of rio de janeiro. in real time— he's jolted awake with oikawa shaking his shoulders to take him home.
he no longer feels like dancing, like he has an annoying amount of indisputable energy. his corruption has lowered to a safe level, with only one goal in mind as he left for pale sanctuary: find lazarus. he's not feeling positive about this anymore, and his joints were beginning to ache again. the herbal mixes of anti-inflammatory vials are beginning to lose their effect, but he couldn't stop now.
he was an athlete; he could take this sort of ache before it rids him to bed and wears him to sleep. pale sanctuary. left. past the main hall. fourth door. couch. ]