[ Another moment to pass in silence is what Sasara fears and even braces himself for after that boulder of a confession. It seems to him he chipped that heavy weight off his heart only for it to drop into the pit of his stomach.
To his surprise the silence and loneliness he finds in his own mind, only, doesn't last at all with his partner's arms around him.
Where laughter is always on Sasara's lips, it's now that it seems out of place as it falls off his tongue so suddenly. But he doesn't laugh because there's something he can't change, because there's nothing else he can do or because he's hurting instead.
Rosho, he's... this time, he's fighting for it too!
And Sasara is happy; he can't explain the tears either. Maybe, they're just a goodbye to the loneliness he can name only now that it's leaving. ]
Rosho—!
[ Sasara finally brings his arms around him, he holds on tight. He trusts Rosho when he says he's not going anywhere. He can do it, too. ]
S-Say... that time, up on Tsutenkaku... [ Not the first time they met; their reunion, if ya would. It's as much as Sasara can say, mumble against his Rosho's chest, about those new-old memories, without letting a ripple through his voice that doesn't match his feelings another moment longer. For now, it's like he's not even sad about the rain. ]
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To his surprise the silence and loneliness he finds in his own mind, only, doesn't last at all with his partner's arms around him.
Where laughter is always on Sasara's lips, it's now that it seems out of place as it falls off his tongue so suddenly. But he doesn't laugh because there's something he can't change, because there's nothing else he can do or because he's hurting instead.
Rosho, he's... this time, he's fighting for it too!
And Sasara is happy; he can't explain the tears either. Maybe, they're just a goodbye to the loneliness he can name only now that it's leaving. ]
Rosho—!
[ Sasara finally brings his arms around him, he holds on tight. He trusts Rosho when he says he's not going anywhere. He can do it, too. ]
S-Say... that time, up on Tsutenkaku... [ Not the first time they met; their reunion, if ya would. It's as much as Sasara can say, mumble against his Rosho's chest, about those new-old memories, without letting a ripple through his voice that doesn't match his feelings another moment longer. For now, it's like he's not even sad about the rain. ]