[ he listens and he keeps leading, into the waterfall itself now in the same way he did a week ago, free hand decaying as he goes along. it doesn't look like he's following a path, just burrowing further and further into the bedrock. if anyone else finds this odd tunneling this week and wonders what this is and wastes time on it, he'll have a good laugh.
when they're far enough inside that the roar of the water is muffled to a quiet thrum, he stops. squeezes her hand gently. ]
That's enough hypotheticals. [ with his free hand he places a finger under her chin to tip her gaze up towards him. not that he thinks she's ever one to shy away, but this is important. ]
Moravia. I can't create things but I can take them, and I can take this for us. This island's tech aside, someone I gotta save can open portals to other places. I'll figure it out.
Is that what you want? [ maybe this is his other quirk speaking through him, the one he was raised to carry, all for one. it takes and it takes and it takes, but it can also give in a sense of the word if you ignore the moral implications. but when has that mattered to either of them? ]
[ Moravia follows the path of decay through and through, still clutching his hand. For all her worries, the idea of letting go here never once occurred to her. It didn't occur to her when she was five, wondering where the people she held dear disappeared to. And that's not getting into Yukinami, Hyuga, the Vectors and Yuuki, her hands still stretched towards them. Once she truly decides to reach out—to finally make up her mind—she won't go back on her word.
For all the effect he had on her, that's something that never changed. Despite the deaths, trials, and a skewed moral compass, this is how she always was.
And that's why she doesn't flinch away at his touch, looking him in the eyes again with a growing smile. Because despite the mixture of feelings in her aberrant mind, she enjoys being here at this very moment. Strange perhaps, but it's not like she ever had a word for whatever they had. They never needed one to define them. ]
Yeah, it's what I want. I wouldn't change how I feel for the world. So if you're still okay with my hand, I'll do my best to help.
[ Come what may. Hell's always been a step away. So undeterred, she squeezes his hand back. ]
[ He breaks into a smile at hers, fully at ease now that it's been decided. He doesn't need the future, but if those he cares about want it, then he'll give it to them. And he would be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't enjoy all that they were together. But that's the thing, he's always been honest with himself about how he's felt. That's one of the reasons they're here, moving forward still.
Maybe that's a fine enough word for them: together?
It's a thought floating in his mind, his one hand falling, then reaching for her other one. ]
[ The future is built on what they have now, a weirdly relaxing thought in the face of the black box that is this island. She relaxes. Just because she doesn't fully understand her feelings doesn't mean she won't act on them anyway, always a creature of whim. The world may end before she does, but that's fine. Just the knowledge of its presence is enough for her.
Eyes falling at the movement, she reaches out as well, catching his other hand midway. ]
Then it's a deal. Let's do our best.
[ She starts to try to swing their hands again, pleased at the thought, the moment, and what led them to this point. ]
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when they're far enough inside that the roar of the water is muffled to a quiet thrum, he stops. squeezes her hand gently. ]
That's enough hypotheticals. [ with his free hand he places a finger under her chin to tip her gaze up towards him. not that he thinks she's ever one to shy away, but this is important. ]
Moravia. I can't create things but I can take them, and I can take this for us. This island's tech aside, someone I gotta save can open portals to other places. I'll figure it out.
Is that what you want? [ maybe this is his other quirk speaking through him, the one he was raised to carry, all for one. it takes and it takes and it takes, but it can also give in a sense of the word if you ignore the moral implications. but when has that mattered to either of them? ]
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For all the effect he had on her, that's something that never changed. Despite the deaths, trials, and a skewed moral compass, this is how she always was.
And that's why she doesn't flinch away at his touch, looking him in the eyes again with a growing smile. Because despite the mixture of feelings in her aberrant mind, she enjoys being here at this very moment. Strange perhaps, but it's not like she ever had a word for whatever they had. They never needed one to define them. ]
Yeah, it's what I want. I wouldn't change how I feel for the world. So if you're still okay with my hand, I'll do my best to help.
[ Come what may. Hell's always been a step away. So undeterred, she squeezes his hand back. ]
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[ He breaks into a smile at hers, fully at ease now that it's been decided. He doesn't need the future, but if those he cares about want it, then he'll give it to them. And he would be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't enjoy all that they were together. But that's the thing, he's always been honest with himself about how he's felt. That's one of the reasons they're here, moving forward still.
Maybe that's a fine enough word for them: together?
It's a thought floating in his mind, his one hand falling, then reaching for her other one. ]
Hands, not hand. But yeah, I do too.
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[ The future is built on what they have now, a weirdly relaxing thought in the face of the black box that is this island. She relaxes. Just because she doesn't fully understand her feelings doesn't mean she won't act on them anyway, always a creature of whim. The world may end before she does, but that's fine. Just the knowledge of its presence is enough for her.
Eyes falling at the movement, she reaches out as well, catching his other hand midway. ]
Then it's a deal. Let's do our best.
[ She starts to try to swing their hands again, pleased at the thought, the moment, and what led them to this point. ]
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[ Them? Whoever tries to stand in their way.
This time he fully goes along with the motion, laughing a bit about the absurdity of it all, but pleased with it too. ]
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[ Quite the sight they must make right now with their clasped hands, but she doesn't mind, laughing along with him. ]