[ who is he trying to convince? he's not convincing eiden, but that's because eiden has a case of post-cyoa effects, and instead a tear just slides down his cheek slowly. he hears it, soft, a whisper between his ears: nothing was truly upheld on my watch⦠all of it has perished.
[ maybe, later, eiden will remember this. when the effect passes. when he needs the reminder.
wenzhou struggles against his apathy, because it's - it's not who he is. who he is, is someone who lives in his emotions, his instincts, and follows his heart just underneath his sleeve.
pulling, he drags eiden in and kisses his forehead with fierce affection while he still feels it in his heart. ]
[ again and again and again. his voice is soft, because he doesn't know if speaking any louder might dispel the silence now in his head. it's like wenzhou brought benediction straight through his skull to silence everything. it doesn't quiet it completely, but it's dull, faded. ]
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(it's true. the knight, she understood him.) ]
Useless...
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wenzhou struggles against his apathy, because it's - it's not who he is. who he is, is someone who lives in his emotions, his instincts, and follows his heart just underneath his sleeve.
pulling, he drags eiden in and kisses his forehead with fierce affection while he still feels it in his heart. ]
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[ again and again and again. his voice is soft, because he doesn't know if speaking any louder might dispel the silence now in his head. it's like wenzhou brought benediction straight through his skull to silence everything. it doesn't quiet it completely, but it's dull, faded. ]
I don't... know if I can keep taking it.