[ There's so much he's not saying. Flynn has to wade through the contours of it, pick out the details from the silence.
It's been a month. Things already ended and began anew (he'd half-thought it seeing the desert, but couldn't let himself—). That awful thing got everyone, killed them all, spared Yuri (thank the Goddess) and made him watch the world fall apart around him, alone—
Every time these things happen, Flynn is nowhere to be found.
He can't meet Yuri's eyes again. He can't even say that he's sorry, because that's not enough, and he can't kiss him because he'll taste like honey and bloody copper and Yuri's been through enough.
Goddess above. Flynn swallows and lets his blood-soaked jeans, already stiff with dried blood, drop. He pulls off his boots in silence, lets it all sit there unfolded, and presses his arm into Yuri's. ]
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[ There's so much he's not saying. Flynn has to wade through the contours of it, pick out the details from the silence.
It's been a month. Things already ended and began anew (he'd half-thought it seeing the desert, but couldn't let himself—). That awful thing got everyone, killed them all, spared Yuri (thank the Goddess) and made him watch the world fall apart around him, alone—
Every time these things happen, Flynn is nowhere to be found.
He can't meet Yuri's eyes again. He can't even say that he's sorry, because that's not enough, and he can't kiss him because he'll taste like honey and bloody copper and Yuri's been through enough.
Goddess above. Flynn swallows and lets his blood-soaked jeans, already stiff with dried blood, drop. He pulls off his boots in silence, lets it all sit there unfolded, and presses his arm into Yuri's. ]
Let's clean up. I messed up your hair.