[ 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. ]
[ heine takes a breath. runs a hand over his face and ignores the starting pulse of a headache, and some hushwhispered sneer of the hound dormant in his Spine. so the dog wasn't completely heeling. probably because, whether he wanted to admit it or not, he didn't come here in the best state of mind. to have the below so close, to be nearly close enough to end her and instead be told his world is gone...
but heine is going to do what he does best, and internalize. ignore. and move on. brooding wasn't going to help. rin's request might have been a pain, but it is also a distraction. he doubted the kid actually knew just what he was wanting to learn, but. heine will manage with that.
if you could see how serrated heine's smirk is now, rin, you would not have sent the latter part of the text. ]
had no intention of going easy. still have to pay you back for breaking my face : )
[ rin laughs aloud at heine's use of the emote, then abruptly claps a hand over his mouth to silence himself. the walls in this place are thin, and the last thing he wants is to wake makoto and haru.
after the moment has passed, he lets out a breath. still, the laughter warms the back of his throat, and he feels all the better for it. ]
didn't break it well enough i can feel you smirking from all the way over here
[ he doesn't have to be intimately acquainted with heine to recognize a kindred spirit in such things. ]
[ this is the same guy that catches razor sharp knives with his teeth; a little head butt wasn't going to leave anything. except a good first impression, apparently. heine once again notes how easy this conversation comes. how he doesn't mind it because it's full of quips and sharp remarks that are so naturally habitual they aren't malicious.
a snort of his own, rasped amusement that alleviates the otherwise tense thoughts. ]
well if you're any good as a teacher that'll change soon
[ fighting words, but rin still has no idea what he's getting himself into. especially now that they're putting down a definite time and place for this to happen. how long will it take for him to stop feeling that crust of blood across his forehead that had existed only in a virtual world?
well. no use worrying about that shit now. he's already made a commitment. ]
you know what we're gonna need for this better than i do you tell me
keep talking btw i can't teach you the 'healing thing'
[ time and place is being sealed; not that he was going to back down on his word before having a chance to test it, but this still solidifies the promise.
[ that's no surprise - rin had gotten an eyeful of the metal collar embedded in heine's spine when they'd been in the virtual hospital - but it's still something of a letdown. that would have been... something.
well. he'll get what he can out of this. ]
gardens?? there's a clearing near the back not many people around in the evenings
[ unless rin wanted to make an appointment with mother from hell to get a new spine affixed, he would have to make do with being the human he was. the cons of the collar outweighed the benefits by leagues and if he sticks to heine with the same trajectory, he would find that out on close experience soon enough.. ]
[ the problem with being a kid whose worst injury has been a skinned knee or a broken finger: he doesn't really understand any of this. the "powers" that so many of his peers have seem like something that should be delegated to a fantasy world. hopefully moving forward will help all of that change, solidify the reality into something he can believe. ]
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[ 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.
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but heine is going to do what he does best, and internalize. ignore. and move on. brooding wasn't going to help. rin's request might have been a pain, but it is also a distraction. he doubted the kid actually knew just what he was wanting to learn, but. heine will manage with that.
if you could see how serrated heine's smirk is now, rin, you would not have sent the latter part of the text. ]
had no intention of going easy.
still have to pay you back for
breaking my face
: )
[ and a bit later. ] start when?
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after the moment has passed, he lets out a breath. still, the laughter warms the back of his throat, and he feels all the better for it. ]
didn't break it well enough
i can feel you smirking from all the way over here
[ he doesn't have to be intimately acquainted with heine to recognize a kindred spirit in such things. ]
tomorrow? i'm off work at 6
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really
wanted to
[ this is the same guy that catches razor sharp knives with his teeth; a little head butt wasn't going to leave anything. except a good first impression, apparently. heine once again notes how easy this conversation comes. how he doesn't mind it because it's full of quips and sharp remarks that are so naturally habitual they aren't malicious.
a snort of his own, rasped amusement that alleviates the otherwise tense thoughts. ]
works for me
where
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that'll change soon
[ fighting words, but rin still has no idea what he's getting himself into. especially now that they're putting down a definite time and place for this to happen. how long will it take for him to stop feeling that crust of blood across his forehead that had existed only in a virtual world?
well. no use worrying about that shit now. he's already made a commitment. ]
you know what we're gonna need for this better than i do
you tell me
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btw i can't teach you the 'healing thing'
[ time and place is being sealed; not that he was going to back down on his word before having a chance to test it, but this still solidifies the promise.
lets see who regrets it first. ]
ugh
open area? very little people?
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well. he'll get what he can out of this. ]
gardens?? there's a clearing near the back
not many people around in the evenings
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ok
will find you there.
i'm out.
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yep, see you tomorrow