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castle_perraultYukio breaks his glasses a lot.
This pair has a lens that's near shattered. Spiderweb cracks crawl out from the corner of the lens all the way to the nosepiece. He can barely see out of that side.
But that's fine. Yukio wasn't supposed to be seeing anything anyways. Not with the gash over his chest, the same lines spreading from his glasses spreading out over his abdomen. He can still see the blood and the tears in the fabric. If he closes his eyes, he can still see the claws. But there's nothing left except a nasty, but closed, scar.
He's not sure what room he's woken up in. Something made of stone, like the rest. Some room he's never going to leave. He'll just stay here until something kills him again. Another monster. Another demon.
He curls up on his side to bury his face in his hands.
Eventually, when his stomach bothers him enough, he'll realize he needs to at least eat. No point starving himself. Even if it'll make him less of a meal for the creatures here, he's not hopeless enough to contemplate suicide.
It's when he's rooting through the cupboards that he notices the knives. Sharp steel. They look like they're brand new, despite being in this ancient castle. They remind him of the ones Rin borrowed to cook, ones Shiro insisted on watching Rin use the first few times.
Hold the blade away, Rin. That's it. You have to be careful with something sharp like this. You could take an eye out. And we've made more than enough trips to the hospital lately, eh?
Before Yukio's realized it, the blade is in his hands. It feels... good. To touch something. He feels a bit more certain this is actually real. That he's not just in some twisted afterlife, some hell worse than any Bible stories could have warned him about.
It feels good to have a weapon.
It's not a gun, true. But Father said an exorcist has to adapt to the situation at hand.
He tried to trust this place wasn't Gehenna. It got him... nearly killed. Did he die? He can't be sure in this twisted place. All he knows now is that there's no point in trusting anymore.
This pair has a lens that's near shattered. Spiderweb cracks crawl out from the corner of the lens all the way to the nosepiece. He can barely see out of that side.
But that's fine. Yukio wasn't supposed to be seeing anything anyways. Not with the gash over his chest, the same lines spreading from his glasses spreading out over his abdomen. He can still see the blood and the tears in the fabric. If he closes his eyes, he can still see the claws. But there's nothing left except a nasty, but closed, scar.
He's not sure what room he's woken up in. Something made of stone, like the rest. Some room he's never going to leave. He'll just stay here until something kills him again. Another monster. Another demon.
He curls up on his side to bury his face in his hands.
Eventually, when his stomach bothers him enough, he'll realize he needs to at least eat. No point starving himself. Even if it'll make him less of a meal for the creatures here, he's not hopeless enough to contemplate suicide.
It's when he's rooting through the cupboards that he notices the knives. Sharp steel. They look like they're brand new, despite being in this ancient castle. They remind him of the ones Rin borrowed to cook, ones Shiro insisted on watching Rin use the first few times.
Hold the blade away, Rin. That's it. You have to be careful with something sharp like this. You could take an eye out. And we've made more than enough trips to the hospital lately, eh?
Before Yukio's realized it, the blade is in his hands. It feels... good. To touch something. He feels a bit more certain this is actually real. That he's not just in some twisted afterlife, some hell worse than any Bible stories could have warned him about.
It feels good to have a weapon.
It's not a gun, true. But Father said an exorcist has to adapt to the situation at hand.
He tried to trust this place wasn't Gehenna. It got him... nearly killed. Did he die? He can't be sure in this twisted place. All he knows now is that there's no point in trusting anymore.
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Date: 2017-01-02 04:32 am (UTC)"I love you, Yukio," she says softly.
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Date: 2017-01-12 12:14 am (UTC)“I… I…”
He can’t say it back, voice to thick with tears. He wraps his arms around her as much as he can manage, choking back a sob.
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Date: 2017-01-17 04:36 am (UTC)She rubs his back gently with one hand, soft and slow.
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Date: 2017-01-19 01:28 am (UTC)He still sobs hard, shaking against her. He just doesn’t understand why this had to happen, why it had to be so painful…
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Date: 2017-01-19 04:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-01-20 02:02 am (UTC)“Are you sure you can? The… the things here are really scary and…”
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Date: 2017-02-12 04:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-02-24 01:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-03-09 02:57 am (UTC)