[ no he wasn't. he was avoiding. he was having nightmares, or memories, or both and he still wasn't sure when he would stop seeing them. he was coming to terms with what him being here meant - to know in theory is one thing. to see it unfurl in the heart of chaos and be fucking helpless was another animal entirely, and one he would rather choke out.
he was piecing back internal control; there was no desire to let it slip again. it was already bad that not only did rin see, but that meant he owed him a damned explanation, so the rest of the time was spent trying to understand why, drawing from the only experiences he's had prior. badou had mostly waited and listened instead of questioned - in fear of an artificially shortened life - and the truth was easier to speak of, considering the normalcy that was relevant to their world.
this was harder. a lot harder.
the petals are soft under his touch, and he refuses to crush them, though it is mostly out of uncertainty.
what a headache. ]
theres a lot you don't know about the collar i'll only offer the story once. if you want to keep being dramatic and sending me flowers, offer's off.
and no one was surprised
[ no he wasn't. he was avoiding. he was having nightmares, or memories, or both and he still wasn't sure when he would stop seeing them. he was coming to terms with what him being here meant - to know in theory is one thing. to see it unfurl in the heart of chaos and be fucking helpless was another animal entirely, and one he would rather choke out.
he was piecing back internal control; there was no desire to let it slip again. it was already bad that not only did rin see, but that meant he owed him a damned explanation, so the rest of the time was spent trying to understand why, drawing from the only experiences he's had prior. badou had mostly waited and listened instead of questioned - in fear of an artificially shortened life - and the truth was easier to speak of, considering the normalcy that was relevant to their world.
this was harder. a lot harder.
the petals are soft under his touch, and he refuses to crush them, though it is mostly out of uncertainty.
what a headache. ]
theres a lot you don't know
about the collar
i'll only offer the story once.
if you want to keep being dramatic and sending me
flowers, offer's off.