( there aren't really any fairytales in wu yu's life, but the closest that comes to mind is a beautiful woman who once visited him as a child. she knelt and looked into his eyes and gave him a name different from this one; she told him about a world beyond that which he knew, and she promised to return for him. on the face of it, this person looks nothing like that woman; but the gentleness and the awareness resonate, the stone of memory and the echoing rings of the water it sinks into: the pinprick the spindle of brightness from decades ago, and wu yu has this thought like light beneath the water's surface: there are people who care about others, even those they do not know.
he had, before coming here, been in the presence of the individual who embodied this best of all.
this thought draws any hesitant warmth from his expression, a soft sigh parting his lips that edge too blue still for comfort. )
I'm sure...I'm sure I can manage.
( but he also understands kokomi is reluctant about it, would rather he did not. the options of going with her or sitting down somewhere for a while are equally unappealing. he neither wants to trouble nor endanger her by having her with him, both because he does not know what might come of it but also because he recognizes his own weakness at the moment. which begs the question: why not stop? well caged frenzy rattles around in wu yu's rib cage, the disciplined and shackled ghost of panic and fear where to sit still is to forfeit life.
still...)
Is...maybe first if there is a place you'd suggest to sit? ...out of...the center.
( of everything, it feels, though he isn't sure despite another slow glance around. his vision remains too soft, the threat of dark pushing in and he presses down a sigh. 'rest' first, and hope that he can politely go separate ways so as to not burden or put kokomi in unnecessary danger at the price of his own insatiable need to look through every nook and cranny of this 'place'. there yet remains something weird in the air, a smell he both thinks he should recognize and yet does not just yet; senses still half drowned and muddled almost a blessing. )
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he had, before coming here, been in the presence of the individual who embodied this best of all.
this thought draws any hesitant warmth from his expression, a soft sigh parting his lips that edge too blue still for comfort. )
I'm sure...I'm sure I can manage.
( but he also understands kokomi is reluctant about it, would rather he did not. the options of going with her or sitting down somewhere for a while are equally unappealing. he neither wants to trouble nor endanger her by having her with him, both because he does not know what might come of it but also because he recognizes his own weakness at the moment. which begs the question: why not stop? well caged frenzy rattles around in wu yu's rib cage, the disciplined and shackled ghost of panic and fear where to sit still is to forfeit life.
still...)
Is...maybe first if there is a place you'd suggest to sit? ...out of...the center.
( of everything, it feels, though he isn't sure despite another slow glance around. his vision remains too soft, the threat of dark pushing in and he presses down a sigh. 'rest' first, and hope that he can politely go separate ways so as to not burden or put kokomi in unnecessary danger at the price of his own insatiable need to look through every nook and cranny of this 'place'. there yet remains something weird in the air, a smell he both thinks he should recognize and yet does not just yet; senses still half drowned and muddled almost a blessing. )