For as ready to explode as Touya is, the constant reminder that Keigo is there continues to push ice onto his heat. Dragging away at the compacted burn inside threatening to erupt into another blaze all over again. What they'd said, how they'd lied, the only person who ever gave a shit about him beyond his power being taken away to return nevermore... Was it any wonder that he'd exploded and gone on a hellish rampage through the area? Burning people, items, structures, himself. There was no reason for any of it to exist. No reason for him to exist. So why not take as much of this cursed place with him?
Thoughts like that seem to drift away the longer Keigo holds him. No more focusing on the pain and loss, but rather the incredulous sensation of having the only person he had grown close to back with him. Hands touching his body, carding through his hair, wings wrapped around him in a way he'd never felt for several years, but always remained in his mind as memories of that childhood stolen from him. Touya can't tell that all Keigo is doing to him is simply things he'd been trained to do. He grasps onto it without hesitation. It's the only way he's going to get through this without destroying everything around him.
"Uh-huh..." The noise is quiet, voice different from the boy Keigo had left behind. Deeper, sullen, a changed person within the confines of those red wings. Lips brush against his temple and Touya ducks his head closer to Keigo's chest, settling in the embrace. Still with him. Burned but alive. Not dead yet despite looking like he should be.
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Date: 5/22/23 21:14 (UTC)Thoughts like that seem to drift away the longer Keigo holds him. No more focusing on the pain and loss, but rather the incredulous sensation of having the only person he had grown close to back with him. Hands touching his body, carding through his hair, wings wrapped around him in a way he'd never felt for several years, but always remained in his mind as memories of that childhood stolen from him. Touya can't tell that all Keigo is doing to him is simply things he'd been trained to do. He grasps onto it without hesitation. It's the only way he's going to get through this without destroying everything around him.
"Uh-huh..." The noise is quiet, voice different from the boy Keigo had left behind. Deeper, sullen, a changed person within the confines of those red wings. Lips brush against his temple and Touya ducks his head closer to Keigo's chest, settling in the embrace. Still with him. Burned but alive. Not dead yet despite looking like he should be.