[ rin leans back on his hands, palms sinking into the scatter of flowers. he strokes a thumb over a stray petal. under his blind fingertips - his gaze focused forward, intent with some stubborn impulse not to waver from heine's face - the petal feels as soft as unmarred skin.
heine doesn't rise to the jibe as he normally would. it puts rin on edge.
still, he maintains his open posture, listening too with his relaxed spine and spread arms.
heine is about rin's height, spare where rin is lean, but sometimes — he looks like a breeze would send him tumbling into the flood. ]
Yeah. The Above and the Underground.
[ it's not a kind of vulnerability that rin understands, because he knows - if he were to reach out - heine could rip flesh and snap bone without needing to draw breath to steel himself. it's something deeper. a hairline crack that rin can only see because he's been looking for it.
it's hard to put heine's face to the grinning mask that had been ready to serve up rin's life on a plate.
that's why he can relax. it's instinct that had him sprawling out on the ground in a vulnerable position, but he's glad that he did it. this conversation would go nowhere if there wasn't trust on the table.
no subject
heine doesn't rise to the jibe as he normally would. it puts rin on edge.
still, he maintains his open posture, listening too with his relaxed spine and spread arms.
heine is about rin's height, spare where rin is lean, but sometimes — he looks like a breeze would send him tumbling into the flood. ]
Yeah. The Above and the Underground.
[ it's not a kind of vulnerability that rin understands, because he knows - if he were to reach out - heine could rip flesh and snap bone without needing to draw breath to steel himself. it's something deeper. a hairline crack that rin can only see because he's been looking for it.
it's hard to put heine's face to the grinning mask that had been ready to serve up rin's life on a plate.
that's why he can relax. it's instinct that had him sprawling out on the ground in a vulnerable position, but he's glad that he did it. this conversation would go nowhere if there wasn't trust on the table.
so he waits for heine to continue. ]