[ It's inevitable that she'll notice him. Even if he hadn't been so loud in his approach, she surely would have turned around at least once. So when that blonde head begins to turn, Kaito wonders if he should bolt. Fly away. Use the last ounce of his strength to force an instant teleport that he knows he doesn't have the skill to perform.
His thoughts come to a screeching halt when their eyes meet. Suddenly, he can't be brought to care about his Shadow's berating. About his own berating. None of it matters. He doesn't matter, not in this moment.
He fixates himself on her teary gaze, and his composure cracks. There's no decorum, no restraint. Through the biting pain of his wounds, Kaito's arms snap around her shoulders and pull in as tightly as he can muster. His clothes smell terrible—blood mixed with rotting flesh and acid. But she holds him like he'll shatter if she makes a wrong move, and he holds her like she'll disappear again if he ever lets go.
Amidst those wavy fields of gold, he sees flashes of her memories. A bright smile. A child's desire to style her hair like her mother's.
Yours looks just like Rapunzel's.
The glimpses aren't nearly as vivid as he's used to experiencing, but they still hit him hard as he embraces her. A choked sob shakes him as he carefully strokes her hair. Good job making even more of a mess. ]
Hi there, [ he whispers, voice raspy, ragged. ] I was worried you'd gone and done something stupid...
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I know. I—
His thoughts come to a screeching halt when their eyes meet. Suddenly, he can't be brought to care about his Shadow's berating. About his own berating. None of it matters. He doesn't matter, not in this moment.
He fixates himself on her teary gaze, and his composure cracks. There's no decorum, no restraint. Through the biting pain of his wounds, Kaito's arms snap around her shoulders and pull in as tightly as he can muster. His clothes smell terrible—blood mixed with rotting flesh and acid. But she holds him like he'll shatter if she makes a wrong move, and he holds her like she'll disappear again if he ever lets go.
Amidst those wavy fields of gold, he sees flashes of her memories. A bright smile. A child's desire to style her hair like her mother's.
Yours looks just like Rapunzel's.
The glimpses aren't nearly as vivid as he's used to experiencing, but they still hit him hard as he embraces her. A choked sob shakes him as he carefully strokes her hair. Good job making even more of a mess. ]
Hi there, [ he whispers, voice raspy, ragged. ] I was worried you'd gone and done something stupid...
[ Squeeze. ]
I was so worried.