[as far as he can tell, that's true, and he doesn't want to think about it or talk about regionals or nationals -- things that have happened, things that will happen or won't now if they are to believe what they've been told over and over. the world they knew is gone has gone will be always gone and with it many people they knew and cared for. lack of aspiration aside, home was still iwatobi. is. but makoto asks about the things haru was tangled up in before coming here and haru does what he did at that moment under glaring lights and graveled whispers of strangers, faceless and dangerous:
touches to the ground, and freezes.
if makoto feels distance while reaching out, haru is maybe that distance, amorphous to a fault, sometimes closer, and sometimes slipping right through one's fingers.
water incarnate. a shapechanger.
container, depending.
even as he feels the weird tension and strain of something like Upset in his jaw, in his temples, he doesn't want to respond to makoto like this...]
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[as far as he can tell, that's true, and he doesn't want to think about it or talk about regionals or nationals -- things that have happened, things that will happen or won't now if they are to believe what they've been told over and over. the world they knew is gone has gone will be always gone and with it many people they knew and cared for. lack of aspiration aside, home was still iwatobi. is. but makoto asks about the things haru was tangled up in before coming here and haru does what he did at that moment under glaring lights and graveled whispers of strangers, faceless and dangerous:
touches to the ground, and freezes.
if makoto feels distance while reaching out, haru is maybe that distance, amorphous to a fault, sometimes closer, and sometimes slipping right through one's fingers.
water incarnate. a shapechanger.
container, depending.
even as he feels the weird tension and strain of something like Upset in his jaw, in his temples, he doesn't want to respond to makoto like this...]