[ His eyes don't want to open, leaden pressure just behind his lids that begs him to rest– but he can feel himself in that once familiar place, all the stars and planets so close he could reach up and touch them, bellflowers and pinwheels, a bridge over the river of life and death.
Did he die again? Did his soul shatter again, is he on the verge of meeting yet another untimely end?
No. He just fell asleep, didn't he? Later than usual, yes, but...
Haruaki turns over his shoulder, every movement feeling like it must be done through waist-deep mud, and blinks blearily at– ]
Seimei-kun...?
[ Another blink. He is tired. When was the last time he was at rest? ]
dw finally loads again and i barrel into this like a fucking freight train
Did he die again? Did his soul shatter again, is he on the verge of meeting yet another untimely end?
No. He just fell asleep, didn't he? Later than usual, yes, but...
Haruaki turns over his shoulder, every movement feeling like it must be done through waist-deep mud, and blinks blearily at– ]
Seimei-kun...?
[ Another blink. He is tired. When was the last time he was at rest? ]
Why are we here again?