[ sometimes you just fucking run here to see something like this
it's. it just a lot, to see it again. to see the expressions on their faces, just barely, but more importantly, to see vex'ahlia. even if it's not fully her, he knows it is, and vax just sort of stares at it for a while, his hand resting on the edge of itsuki's chair, until it starts to fade.
just to remind himself that it happened, that it was real.
he exhales, as it starts to fade away, and says, very softly: ] ...thanks.
[...What would it feel like, to want to see someone like that so badly? Itsuki has his sister, but he's associated her memory with so much guilt that thinking of her hurts even now.
Well, Itsuki thinks he understands a little more, now that he remembers Buzen again. If he got to see him again...]
...That should be my line. I don't get a lot of opportunities here to show people something nice.
vax pulls his hands away from the chair and reaches up to scrub at his face. even without any emotion share - because this is a backtag - it is almost impossible to miss the flurry of feelings across his face, the bone deep exhaustion that seems to set into his shoulders as the image disappears. ]
... Glad you did, though. We got lucky. [ to say the least. ]
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it's. it just a lot, to see it again. to see the expressions on their faces, just barely, but more importantly, to see vex'ahlia. even if it's not fully her, he knows it is, and vax just sort of stares at it for a while, his hand resting on the edge of itsuki's chair, until it starts to fade.
just to remind himself that it happened, that it was real.
he exhales, as it starts to fade away, and says, very softly: ] ...thanks.
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Well, Itsuki thinks he understands a little more, now that he remembers Buzen again. If he got to see him again...]
...That should be my line. I don't get a lot of opportunities here to show people something nice.
[there's just so much trauma...]
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vax pulls his hands away from the chair and reaches up to scrub at his face. even without any emotion share - because this is a backtag - it is almost impossible to miss the flurry of feelings across his face, the bone deep exhaustion that seems to set into his shoulders as the image disappears. ]
... Glad you did, though. We got lucky. [ to say the least. ]