[ rin doesn't bother replying to heine's last text, slipping his cerevice into his bag before he sets out. the flood has settled; in the past few days, rin has explored enough to internalize the changed topography.
there's a chill in the air, nipping at his nape. he shrugs his jacket on and tightens the hood over his head. it might have been nice to quiet his mind with a swim to heine's location, but there won't be any need for it from point a to point z. reconstruction hasn't yet begun in earnest, but those displaced by the flood have been making the area more livable. day by day, hour by hour.
it takes him a scant ten minutes to reach heine's location. he stops a few yards away, too far to make out the expression on heine's face. he could have been a jutting edge of the concrete, pale and still, if not for the flash of metal at his hip.
rin takes a deep breath, steeling himself. he's not certain what to expect, but he knows that this isn't going to be an easy conversation.
and he continues forward, hands shoved into his pockets in an affectation of normalcy. ]
Hey.
[ the flowers strewn around, blanketing the cement below heine's feet. it's a quieter scene than he'd expected it to be — the cherry blossoms are white rather than the saturated pink he'd envisioned. heine, surrounded by white. it looks like a grave.
rin looks away.
he settles himself cross-legged amongst the flowers, letting the sweet soft scent drag reminiscence to the surface. he'd filled a pool with cherry blossoms, once. a childhood dream. it smells like spring.
this isn't a grave.
he flicks a blossom in heine's direction, his gaze regaining its steely glint. ]
Surprised you stuck around.
[ too sharp.
but heine, no matter his skill - or lack thereof - in reading other people, should be able to see his relief. ]
yep yep!!
there's a chill in the air, nipping at his nape. he shrugs his jacket on and tightens the hood over his head. it might have been nice to quiet his mind with a swim to heine's location, but there won't be any need for it from point a to point z. reconstruction hasn't yet begun in earnest, but those displaced by the flood have been making the area more livable. day by day, hour by hour.
it takes him a scant ten minutes to reach heine's location. he stops a few yards away, too far to make out the expression on heine's face. he could have been a jutting edge of the concrete, pale and still, if not for the flash of metal at his hip.
rin takes a deep breath, steeling himself. he's not certain what to expect, but he knows that this isn't going to be an easy conversation.
and he continues forward, hands shoved into his pockets in an affectation of normalcy. ]
Hey.
[ the flowers strewn around, blanketing the cement below heine's feet. it's a quieter scene than he'd expected it to be — the cherry blossoms are white rather than the saturated pink he'd envisioned. heine, surrounded by white. it looks like a grave.
rin looks away.
he settles himself cross-legged amongst the flowers, letting the sweet soft scent drag reminiscence to the surface. he'd filled a pool with cherry blossoms, once. a childhood dream. it smells like spring.
this isn't a grave.
he flicks a blossom in heine's direction, his gaze regaining its steely glint. ]
Surprised you stuck around.
[ too sharp.
but heine, no matter his skill - or lack thereof - in reading other people, should be able to see his relief. ]