Pain. Not pain. It comes in waves. For the most part, the damage he did to his body, hidden beneath the bandages, doesn't hurt. Morphine, torched nerves, and charred skin have rendered a lot of his pain receptacles numb. One of the doctors said he'd never be able to feel again. No pain, no pleasure, everything deadened. The others didn't agree. But even if he couldn't, the memories remained. Agony, heat, rage, phantom pain crawling through his mind like a man gone blind after a life of sight. He'll never forget it.
But right now, everything's mercifully numb, the opiates in his system keeping him quiet and docile on the bed. It's only Keigo's weight on his lap that finally prompts him to move and hold onto him. Those kind words promising that he hadn't abandoned him, reminding him that the boy he'd grown up with was still here, is still here, sitting on him, holding him. The scent of his hair and wings glides through him, faint traces of the free outside wind captured in his flight-tousled tresses and quills. A familiar scent which drags the other young man back through his mind and more towards the reality right here and now. Doesn't make it any easier as he holds onto Keigo, going against probably all the medical advice given for him to have a chance of recovery. What burns are pulling, what bandages are loosening, what salves are smearing, the IV jabbing, can't be bothered to be noticed right now. What he wants is here. In his arms.
Before red wings curl around them, embracing him in a familiar protection that Touya's taken comfort in so many times before. Not only his arms winding into a hoop to hold his chest and back, but a crimson dome of soft down and feathers. It's the only place he knows where he's truly private. Completely cut off from the world around him. As a kid, he used to believe nothing could get past Keigo's wings. When he was inside them, he was safe with his friend. One of the few places he would cry and hold onto the other boy, knowing his handler couldn't see him so weak and vulnerable. These wings have heart Touya speak things he wouldn't to others. Frustrations, doubts, questions over his own existence. And now the confessions of blood-stained hands and a revelation of pleasure over having done it. Quiet, calm, still in a drugged stupor, but none of it's a lie. These people who raised him to be a weapon after his father cast him aside as a failure... it felt good to unleash all of that upon them. Burning them with his rage, a great and terrible fury at being alive.
Getting out sounds good. Once he has his mind back to talk about it more, he'll be more than happy to help Keigo break them out of here. The sheer damage he'd caused to the place already over just a few hours should be telling enough what sort of power he held.
But for all his strength, Touya's still crying. Holding onto his friend desperately through the veil of his medication. Can't handle the reality of Keigo leaving him alone again. He's weak, he's hurt, but every shred of strength left inside him is channeled into his fingers to hold onto the other teen's shirt. Both to refuse him escape and to revel in relief that he's not gone, but here with him. Keigo's words are sweet, but his presence is the more convincing argument. Hands brush at his face, smoothing some of his tears that leak over the rim of his bandages and wander crimson down the white gauze and covering. He's saying something and Touya finally manages to part some of the clouds enough to listen.
"Get out..." A quiet repeat of the words. They could leave... right, they could leave. Feathered walls pull more securely around them and he leans his head forward, shoulders no longer shaking from silent sobbing, but stilled as a drugged calm slinks over him again. Keigo talks about escape and it sounds good in his ears. Amuse... Oh, right, the amusement park. He nods silently, weak and slow against the other boy's forehead. Never got to go there, only got to see it from that magazine picture. Keigo had been so adamant such a place exists and they could go there, that he'd share it with him. "Anywhere... together." No more of this they're in, tests and challenges begone. Just us, he says. It doesn't stop his tears, but at least changes their reason.
Suddenly there's warmth against his mouth. He feels softness plushing at his lips, his own pressed to his teeth. Takes several seconds for the burned teenager to even realize what just transpired. Keigo's speaking against his lips, saying a few words that wander into his ears and take a tour around his brain before finally arriving at their destination. The tired turquoise eyes slowly lift, looking to golden raptor's in front of him. Love... It'll hit him later, better, when he's not doped up on painkillers. But it still earns a soft exhale and the barest curves of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "You... you finally... finally said it..."
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Date: 5/19/22 17:16 (UTC)But right now, everything's mercifully numb, the opiates in his system keeping him quiet and docile on the bed. It's only Keigo's weight on his lap that finally prompts him to move and hold onto him. Those kind words promising that he hadn't abandoned him, reminding him that the boy he'd grown up with was still here, is still here, sitting on him, holding him. The scent of his hair and wings glides through him, faint traces of the free outside wind captured in his flight-tousled tresses and quills. A familiar scent which drags the other young man back through his mind and more towards the reality right here and now. Doesn't make it any easier as he holds onto Keigo, going against probably all the medical advice given for him to have a chance of recovery. What burns are pulling, what bandages are loosening, what salves are smearing, the IV jabbing, can't be bothered to be noticed right now. What he wants is here. In his arms.
Before red wings curl around them, embracing him in a familiar protection that Touya's taken comfort in so many times before. Not only his arms winding into a hoop to hold his chest and back, but a crimson dome of soft down and feathers. It's the only place he knows where he's truly private. Completely cut off from the world around him. As a kid, he used to believe nothing could get past Keigo's wings. When he was inside them, he was safe with his friend. One of the few places he would cry and hold onto the other boy, knowing his handler couldn't see him so weak and vulnerable. These wings have heart Touya speak things he wouldn't to others. Frustrations, doubts, questions over his own existence. And now the confessions of blood-stained hands and a revelation of pleasure over having done it. Quiet, calm, still in a drugged stupor, but none of it's a lie. These people who raised him to be a weapon after his father cast him aside as a failure... it felt good to unleash all of that upon them. Burning them with his rage, a great and terrible fury at being alive.
Getting out sounds good. Once he has his mind back to talk about it more, he'll be more than happy to help Keigo break them out of here. The sheer damage he'd caused to the place already over just a few hours should be telling enough what sort of power he held.
But for all his strength, Touya's still crying. Holding onto his friend desperately through the veil of his medication. Can't handle the reality of Keigo leaving him alone again. He's weak, he's hurt, but every shred of strength left inside him is channeled into his fingers to hold onto the other teen's shirt. Both to refuse him escape and to revel in relief that he's not gone, but here with him. Keigo's words are sweet, but his presence is the more convincing argument. Hands brush at his face, smoothing some of his tears that leak over the rim of his bandages and wander crimson down the white gauze and covering. He's saying something and Touya finally manages to part some of the clouds enough to listen.
"Get out..." A quiet repeat of the words. They could leave... right, they could leave. Feathered walls pull more securely around them and he leans his head forward, shoulders no longer shaking from silent sobbing, but stilled as a drugged calm slinks over him again. Keigo talks about escape and it sounds good in his ears. Amuse... Oh, right, the amusement park. He nods silently, weak and slow against the other boy's forehead. Never got to go there, only got to see it from that magazine picture. Keigo had been so adamant such a place exists and they could go there, that he'd share it with him. "Anywhere... together." No more of this they're in, tests and challenges begone. Just us, he says. It doesn't stop his tears, but at least changes their reason.
Suddenly there's warmth against his mouth. He feels softness plushing at his lips, his own pressed to his teeth. Takes several seconds for the burned teenager to even realize what just transpired. Keigo's speaking against his lips, saying a few words that wander into his ears and take a tour around his brain before finally arriving at their destination. The tired turquoise eyes slowly lift, looking to golden raptor's in front of him. Love... It'll hit him later, better, when he's not doped up on painkillers. But it still earns a soft exhale and the barest curves of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "You... you finally... finally said it..."