( it almost feels as though he's breaking himself open in front of her, admitting to all of the things that are spilling out of his mouth; like he's willingly digging into the spaces between his ribs and prying them apart, letting her see all the delicate, intricate inner workings that no one has seen except for vash.
that he'd never wanted anyone but vash to see, because he'd been there from the very beginning, from the start and end of their falling apart, and now, he's β¦ trying to build something else from the ground up. lay the framework, the foundation that terrifies him so completely that a part of him wants to step away from it, but won't, can't, because he can't keep being afraid of moving forward.
he can't keep being afraid of what the future holds for him, and anyone that finds themselves in his periphery.
she speaks, says hi name β nai β and his throat tightens almost painfully. ) I'm not sure of what I deserve. ( he says slowly, thickly, like the words are molasses in the back of his throat and have little want to let themselves be known. ) Not after everything I've done, and your kindness is surely not a part of anything I do deserve. ( a beat, and he almost reaches out to her, wanting to pull her into a hug, but restrains himself from the motion. ) But the selfish part of me is glad to have it, regardless.
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Date: 2024-02-12 08:49 pm (UTC)that he'd never wanted anyone but vash to see, because he'd been there from the very beginning, from the start and end of their falling apart, and now, he's β¦ trying to build something else from the ground up. lay the framework, the foundation that terrifies him so completely that a part of him wants to step away from it, but won't, can't, because he can't keep being afraid of moving forward.
he can't keep being afraid of what the future holds for him, and anyone that finds themselves in his periphery.
she speaks, says hi name β nai β and his throat tightens almost painfully. ) I'm not sure of what I deserve. ( he says slowly, thickly, like the words are molasses in the back of his throat and have little want to let themselves be known. ) Not after everything I've done, and your kindness is surely not a part of anything I do deserve. ( a beat, and he almost reaches out to her, wanting to pull her into a hug, but restrains himself from the motion. ) But the selfish part of me is glad to have it, regardless.
( thank you. )