[ In response to Netzach, aimed toward Kaveh, followed up by a rather flippant, gentle kiss to his head, where the bone of his forehead dips into the hollow of his temple. As though this is another lazy afternoon in Kaveh's atelier, sawdust caught in a golden spray of failing light around them.
(He reaches for Netzach's hand, holds his fingers in his palm. This isn't forgiveness, as there is nothing to be forgiven here; this is the kind of hold one needs when the sky is falling, or the water is rising, or when someone beloved is about to die.) ]
A reason... Hmm.
[ Midnight laughs slightly, but lets that thought rest in him. Imagine if this wasn't a story. If this was reality, where people die to no fanfare, with no sense of poetic justice. Where people are tossed the bodies of their dead and have to work out the meaning of missing someone where there is, realistically, no meaning at all.
(Midnight thinks rather realistically, actually. It's the optimism that makes him keep such things to himself.) ]
When we escape, let's make a happier story, mm? I promise I'll come up with something grand.
[ Honestly, Midnight's squad A6 would question Netzach's sanity first, then thank him. As everyone knows, Midnight needs someone to check in on him every now and then. Several someones. It takes a village, actually, and he knows it, which really thwarts every inroads on the endeavor, to be honest. That Netzach's so patient with him, that Kaveh cares enough to push him, is no less than a miracle. ]
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[ In response to Netzach, aimed toward Kaveh, followed up by a rather flippant, gentle kiss to his head, where the bone of his forehead dips into the hollow of his temple. As though this is another lazy afternoon in Kaveh's atelier, sawdust caught in a golden spray of failing light around them.
(He reaches for Netzach's hand, holds his fingers in his palm. This isn't forgiveness, as there is nothing to be forgiven here; this is the kind of hold one needs when the sky is falling, or the water is rising, or when someone beloved is about to die.) ]
A reason... Hmm.
[ Midnight laughs slightly, but lets that thought rest in him. Imagine if this wasn't a story. If this was reality, where people die to no fanfare, with no sense of poetic justice. Where people are tossed the bodies of their dead and have to work out the meaning of missing someone where there is, realistically, no meaning at all.
(Midnight thinks rather realistically, actually. It's the optimism that makes him keep such things to himself.) ]
When we escape, let's make a happier story, mm? I promise I'll come up with something grand.
[ Honestly, Midnight's squad A6 would question Netzach's sanity first, then thank him. As everyone knows, Midnight needs someone to check in on him every now and then. Several someones. It takes a village, actually, and he knows it, which really thwarts every inroads on the endeavor, to be honest. That Netzach's so patient with him, that Kaveh cares enough to push him, is no less than a miracle. ]