![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Backdated to 9/23
Kurama ☸ Eligor
keligor@applenet.net
Shared the following message below:
Shared the following message below:
After discussing the possibility with Luci, it seems that it may be possible to trigger an early Awakening. However, the process is extremely dangerous and will require a few of those known as "Awakened" to be present. I presume their function is to act as damage control or, should things go awry, to act as messengers and relay the unfortunate results of this experiment.
I am not looking to be talked out of this, so do not waste your breath. Instead, I ask for volunteers to meet me tonight at the gardening club room. The chances of success will be greater with your assistance.
no subject
It couldn't be.
Turning his attention away from Reimi, Kit inspected a nearby pot of violets, his fingers tracing the small and delicate petals before checking the soil. They seemed healthy, but only because people sacrificed their time to look after them. Nature couldn't work its magic here. And it was the same for Vincent and him.
He was meant to be Hiei's partner eventually, but he couldn't do that if he didn't know what to expect. Was the other boy's soul going to be wrenched out of his body upon Awakening? Did he recover back where they came from? What other dangers might have befallen them before or even after that turn of events? If Kit was going to be useful...then he had to be someone better than he was now. It was the only way.
Nature couldn't help him now. He had to help himself.]
I'll be fine. It's everyone else I'm worried about.
no subject
but without any glimpse into her companion's mind, that wasn't something Reimi could say. all of his fears remained trapped in that thick head of his, careening about as they slowly beat him into madness and fed white hot impulses.
she can see their weight upon him in his actions, the way that he can't remain still once the conversation becomes more solemn. it was frustrating to be back in this position of watching without being able to reach out; of her past, that was the only thing she'd ever wanted to put behind her for good.]
...the two are connected, you know.
no subject
[Fingers growing still in their inspection of the flowers, Kit raised his head and looked at Reimi. Of all people, she knew what it meant to endure the unendurable. Her life had been stolen away from her, but she had fought to remain among the living to do what must be done. It was the same now for Kit. He had known hardship his whole life, his body was intimately familiar with pain and like her, he had the scars to prove it. But he could not give in to that history or the fear it tried to feed into his veins. He had to endure...and do what needed to be done, regardless of the cost.
His own life was a small price to pay for making certain everyone else was safe. And it wasn't as if he was ever meant to be the person he was now, anyway. He wasn't really losing anything. Not really. Even if the people he cared for cut ties with him, it would be alright so long as they were alive and well.
It was fine...]
I'm fine.
no subject
[because she certainly doesn't now, although from the way Reimi's eyes shine as she meets her companion's gaze it's clear that she desperately wants to. it would be so much easier to blind herself to what was being done here if she could accept a falsehood like that.]
It's hard to keep crying over the people you care about.
no subject
He couldn't lie to himself, though. The idea that anyone might care so much as to shed a tear for him over anything was difficult to wrap his head around. And it made him feel almost heavy. Like a weight had been tied to his feet and he was struggling now to stay afloat.]
Don't cry, then. Save your tears for those who deserve them.
no subject
[there were very few things that Kit didn't have control over when it came to their relationship, by virtue of its origin, but the way that she viewed him wasn't one of them. no matter how unbelievable it seemed to him, she would always hold him close to her heart as a valued friend. he was as worth of tears as Rohan or any of her fellow victims.
her fingers curl around the rose again, idly pulling it close to her chest like some strange security blanket. her gaze floats through the room, seeing but processing very little.]
...should we start?
[the waiting was beginning to weigh heavily even on Reimi now. and it's not like any of these other threads are going to go anywhere.]