[ rin doesn't miss heine's lack of a denial. he bites at his lip, wondering how much this cost heine; wondering again if he'd made the right decision.
the truth is: he doesn't know what he's asking. all he knows is that he's sick and fucking tired of standing by the wayside and watching dust motes catch the sun. of knowing that any true danger will snuff his life and all of his high-flying intentions from existence without a moment of hesitation. there is no safety net here. there is no life to which he can return, if his hands still shake when he picks up a blade.
it's not a matter of knowing what he's asking, it's about having an end goal. if nothing else, heine has to understand that. ]
no subject
[ rin doesn't miss heine's lack of a denial. he bites at his lip, wondering how much this cost heine; wondering again if he'd made the right decision.
the truth is: he doesn't know what he's asking. all he knows is that he's sick and fucking tired of standing by the wayside and watching dust motes catch the sun. of knowing that any true danger will snuff his life and all of his high-flying intentions from existence without a moment of hesitation. there is no safety net here. there is no life to which he can return, if his hands still shake when he picks up a blade.
it's not a matter of knowing what he's asking, it's about having an end goal. if nothing else, heine has to understand that. ]
so don't go easy on me.