[Sakamoto's just barely swings both feet over the side of the bed, surprised by the koala arm latching onto him. He laughs, surprised and happy and guilty at the same time. Zura will be hurting soon, and it will be his fault...
All because he didn't think things through. A recurring pattern in his life, playing out like an instrument keeping time in a song, sans melody, always droning on.]
[ It was a strange emotion he felt. He felt confused, uncertain and afraid.. but one emotion that he is able to feel and pin point the most is .. happiness. He hadn't felt it and in such a genuine way in such a long time. He didn't feel like he could tell Sakamoto something like that, but maybe the way his hand traces over Sakamoto's skin is an indication; idly smoothing over the muscles of his arm and shoulder and eventually around a pectoral before resting on his abdomen.
His face is completely hidden, but he seems content. ]
You're here. [ —is all he ends up saying. You're here, he's here with you. They have each other. You're something he is going to hold desperately onto since you're nearly all he has left. ]
[Sakamoto's grip tightens instinctively. His throat feels so dry right about now, he attempts to muster up the courage to say what he should.
"Only for a little while."
But he is not a cruel man, he is weak, he is a coward. These are not things he can say, he doesn't wish to break his friend's heart so suddenly. The merchant can hear a ringing in his ears because he knows he's taken too much.
And the last reason, the greatest reason of all for his surprisingly tight lips: He wants to savor Zura's happiness, wants to watch how the joy colors his friend's face even in the dim light. Sleep tugs at his slowly drooping eyelids, and he silently savors the way Zura's fingers trace over muscles they really shouldn't touch, muscles that are tired and neglected and useless.
The ones he uses the most, after all, are the ones that help him smile.]
Yeah.
[They are strong too- It's hard to keep smiling, sometimes.]
Thank you. [ Sakamoto will see the very glimpse of a smile when he shifts to press his forehead against Sakamoto's, followed by a light and delicate kiss on his lips. This is your kiss goodnight, and probably your kiss goodbye. He wasn't sure how things will be or how hectic their schedules will be between now and later. Katsura knows this— whatever this is— isn't going to last long, but he also doesn't let it get the best of him. Instead, he just savors this time with him. He pulls away, finally following the warmth of his smile to break through. ]
Don't forget about me. [ He says, as if hinting that he is aware Sakamoto will be leaving soon. He pulls his gaze away, shifting back down onto the sheets and resting his head right above Sakamoto's heart, enjoying the melody of it's pattern that beats in his ear. ]
I know you won't. You never do. But it's important that you will never, because that is how I feel about you.
[ Even if it's a long time between seeing Sakamoto, he always seemed overjoyed to see Katsura; he knew somebody like Tatsuma could never neglect him and that is what made him happy.
Katsura is one who made a habit of sleeping with his eyes open when he felt unsafe, but with Sakamoto here, he was able to close his eyes. ]
[And Sakamoto continues to hold him, very quietly and very carefully, because in his arms is a ticking time bomb.]
'Night.
[He utters, hesitantly.
Sakamoto shifts in bed slightly, turning to look at the window. Some of Edo can be seen, as the curtain has yet to be closed. Blue eyes search desperately for some sign of stars, but they are invisible amidst the pollution and the bright, almost sinister, flares of artificial light. They leer and snicker, like a monster born from darkness.
Ah, darkness. The sky and his heart are one tonight.]
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All because he didn't think things through. A recurring pattern in his life, playing out like an instrument keeping time in a song, sans melody, always droning on.]
H'oh.
What's the matter? Did somethin' happen?
[It will, it will.]
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His face is completely hidden, but he seems content. ]
You're here.
[ —is all he ends up saying.
You're here, he's here with you. They have each other.
You're something he is going to hold desperately onto since you're nearly all he has left. ]
That is what happened.
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"Only for a little while."
But he is not a cruel man, he is weak, he is a coward. These are not things he can say, he doesn't wish to break his friend's heart so suddenly. The merchant can hear a ringing in his ears because he knows he's taken too much.
And the last reason, the greatest reason of all for his surprisingly tight lips: He wants to savor Zura's happiness, wants to watch how the joy colors his friend's face even in the dim light. Sleep tugs at his slowly drooping eyelids, and he silently savors the way Zura's fingers trace over muscles they really shouldn't touch, muscles that are tired and neglected and useless.
The ones he uses the most, after all, are the ones that help him smile.]
Yeah.
[They are strong too- It's hard to keep smiling, sometimes.]
Seems like it.
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[ Sakamoto will see the very glimpse of a smile when he shifts to press his forehead against Sakamoto's, followed by a light and delicate kiss on his lips. This is your kiss goodnight, and probably your kiss goodbye. He wasn't sure how things will be or how hectic their schedules will be between now and later.
Katsura knows this— whatever this is— isn't going to last long, but he also doesn't let it get the best of him. Instead, he just savors this time with him. He pulls away, finally following the warmth of his smile to break through. ]
Don't forget about me.
[ He says, as if hinting that he is aware Sakamoto will be leaving soon. He pulls his gaze away, shifting back down onto the sheets and resting his head right above Sakamoto's heart, enjoying the melody of it's pattern that beats in his ear. ]
I know you won't.
You never do.
But it's important that you will never, because that is how I feel about you.
[ Even if it's a long time between seeing Sakamoto, he always seemed overjoyed to see Katsura; he knew somebody like Tatsuma could never neglect him and that is what made him happy.
Katsura is one who made a habit of sleeping with his eyes open when he felt unsafe, but with Sakamoto here, he was able to close his eyes. ]
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'Night.
[He utters, hesitantly.
Sakamoto shifts in bed slightly, turning to look at the window. Some of Edo can be seen, as the curtain has yet to be closed. Blue eyes search desperately for some sign of stars, but they are invisible amidst the pollution and the bright, almost sinister, flares of artificial light. They leer and snicker, like a monster born from darkness.
Ah, darkness. The sky and his heart are one tonight.]