[ he protests a little against the Mothlings; gently trying to swat at their hands but he stalls to watch the vision, if that’s what it is, and he reluctantly gives into their little fluttering hands. ]
…I would have cleaned it…it’s my mess…
[ calling Sungki wasn’t for the purpose of cleaning it up. But now that he’s awake, he’s able to let everything settle in his mind. Everything that had been locked away, he now knows why. All of it was painful. Every last memory hurt him in ways that he hadn’t even known. Shaped the things he did and the person he was today.
Some of the images stick out more than others and he can feel the tears coming again, albeit silently. It isn’t a physical pain so much as spiritual.
He doesn’t immediately look to Baein when he feels him jostle on the bed beside him, but he moves his hand closer to quiet him. ]
I’m here…it’s okay. The Mothlings are helping.
[ he feels guilt for that. They shouldn’t be getting their pretty white fuzzies stained anymore than Sungki should be cleaning up their horror filled bathroom.
He wets his lips and hooks their pinkies together. ]
I knew there was something about you.
[ but then he feels him and he immediately wants to move—apologize, cling to him, cry, yell, everything all at once. The Mothlings scatter and he finally does start to move, but he stalls again and just watches Sungki.
Truthfully, the sight of him like that would have triggered an entirely different emotion if this wasn’t the cause of it.
He could say anything. He could. But his mind hurts and his heart hurts. ]
I’d give you anything you ever wanted as long as it meant you’d never leave me.
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Date: 2023-01-24 06:41 pm (UTC)…I would have cleaned it…it’s my mess…
[ calling Sungki wasn’t for the purpose of cleaning it up. But now that he’s awake, he’s able to let everything settle in his mind. Everything that had been locked away, he now knows why. All of it was painful. Every last memory hurt him in ways that he hadn’t even known. Shaped the things he did and the person he was today.
Some of the images stick out more than others and he can feel the tears coming again, albeit silently. It isn’t a physical pain so much as spiritual.
He doesn’t immediately look to Baein when he feels him jostle on the bed beside him, but he moves his hand closer to quiet him. ]
I’m here…it’s okay. The Mothlings are helping.
[ he feels guilt for that. They shouldn’t be getting their pretty white fuzzies stained anymore than Sungki should be cleaning up their horror filled bathroom.
He wets his lips and hooks their pinkies together. ]
I knew there was something about you.
[ but then he feels him and he immediately wants to move—apologize, cling to him, cry, yell, everything all at once. The Mothlings scatter and he finally does start to move, but he stalls again and just watches Sungki.
Truthfully, the sight of him like that would have triggered an entirely different emotion if this wasn’t the cause of it.
He could say anything. He could. But his mind hurts and his heart hurts. ]
I’d give you anything you ever wanted as long as it meant you’d never leave me.