[ when he hears his name, feels the grab on his sleeve, wenzhou pivots easily, instinct physical. the fact it's eiden is a bit of a relief, in some ways, but saddening in others.
hard not to be, after experiencing that.
his eyes scan across eiden's face as he looks at him, but he brings his hand up when they flick to the bloodied temple. ]
but he looks at the hand and then at wenzhou with a little smile. ]
... I... okay.
[ it's a gash under his bangs. it looks like maybe it's been staunched for a little bit with pressure, but it's kind of dribbling still. he's just been. living with it for like a few hours.
maybe he wants to keep it okay. maybe it's all he's got left to remember it was real and that it happened and that yakumo didn't just go out for milk and will be back any second now. ]
[ you can keep it. but wenzhou brushes aside his bangs, anyways, before swiping his thumb along underneath where the blood has dribbled down, clearing it away.
a little flare of light, and then eiden will feel a sense of warmth rubbing up against him, soft, purring, as the car-sized spectral calico cat bunts its head against his back. healing his injuries, at least enough to leave a scar.
even if he doesn't agree with holding on like that... he'll respect it. otherwise, he would've had it healed already by someone else - there's a million people who can heal, here. ]
There. [ the cat begins to fade. ] You'll have a scar. Hold onto it.
[ the cat... he has seen this before - but he never expected to be on the other end of it today. he does... laugh a little bit as he feels the way that huge cat bunts him in the back. it feels good, like the bruises and aches from eating shit on the race track are soothed at last. the ache in his skull subsides, and as he reaches up, he can feel it, the jagged line it leaves behind under his hair. ]
Mmh... thank you...
I will... just until we can make it home.
[ and after a moment of hesitation, he will just. smash himself into his chest right after for a hug. ]
We're honoring the dead, in our own way. You're not holding onto this just to grieve - it's okay.
[ it isn't some mausoleum, kept pristine and unchanged for years. it's a mark to remember yakumo by, the choice he made. the way he died making his own choice, one last time: protecting the person he loves.
wenzhou puts his arms around him, same as he had last night, and without question... he just holds him, chin propped on his head. ]
[ he just. takes a very deep breath. the hug is good, he feels like if he stays like this for a little bit, the overwhelming urge to run and hide will disappear. ]
Thanks, Wenzhou...
[ he readjusts, just to hug him a little tighter, fingers trembling because damn if he didn't just watch yakumo get fucking vored by a 20 foot python. ]
I just... wanna keep it for a while. A little while.
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hard not to be, after experiencing that.
his eyes scan across eiden's face as he looks at him, but he brings his hand up when they flick to the bloodied temple. ]
Let's see this.
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but he looks at the hand and then at wenzhou with a little smile. ]
... I... okay.
[ it's a gash under his bangs. it looks like maybe it's been staunched for a little bit with pressure, but it's kind of dribbling still. he's just been. living with it for like a few hours.
maybe he wants to keep it okay. maybe it's all he's got left to remember it was real and that it happened and that yakumo didn't just go out for milk and will be back any second now. ]
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a little flare of light, and then eiden will feel a sense of warmth rubbing up against him, soft, purring, as the car-sized spectral calico cat bunts its head against his back. healing his injuries, at least enough to leave a scar.
even if he doesn't agree with holding on like that... he'll respect it. otherwise, he would've had it healed already by someone else - there's a million people who can heal, here. ]
There. [ the cat begins to fade. ] You'll have a scar. Hold onto it.
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Mmh... thank you...
I will... just until we can make it home.
[ and after a moment of hesitation, he will just. smash himself into his chest right after for a hug. ]
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[ it isn't some mausoleum, kept pristine and unchanged for years. it's a mark to remember yakumo by, the choice he made. the way he died making his own choice, one last time: protecting the person he loves.
wenzhou puts his arms around him, same as he had last night, and without question... he just holds him, chin propped on his head. ]
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Thanks, Wenzhou...
[ he readjusts, just to hug him a little tighter, fingers trembling because damn if he didn't just watch yakumo get fucking vored by a 20 foot python. ]
I just... wanna keep it for a while. A little while.