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松岡凛 ( rin matsuoka ) ([personal profile] jawdacity) wrote 2015-09-08 02:39 am (UTC)

[ heine could have tried to ignore it. maybe he would have been successful. tellus boasts a legacy of unpredictable events; it's too easy to lose a friend or a foe in the tumult of keeping oneself treading water.

and yet -- rin would have done his damnedest to break the distance.

now, new information clutched in his hands, rin's eyes are wide. bright and blood-red in the pale of his face. it's a trick of the light, nothing more - the dying sunlight picking up hues from rin's hair - but the color isn't bound by lash and lid, red in streaks across his cheeks.

heine sits in the u-bend of jutting concrete, untouched by the dusk. rin has to clear his throat to form the next question, tongue slipping away from the first few syllables. ]


How old were you?

[ an extraneous question, maybe, but rin's only heard the opening act and already he doesn't know what to make of any of it. he needs a point of reference. something to shade in the corners.

super soldiers. genetically engineered.

it's like something out of a comic book. out of the old magical girl anime he used to watch with his sister before his father died. something far and away from everything he knows.

but -- there's a kind of oddly shaped logic in that. heine himself is far and away from everything rin has known. ]

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