he knows what he's ordering. rostade rödbetor med rosmarin and lamb fillet, topped with a nice beer. he has no problem pronouncing the names, of course, and if she shows him what she wants, he'll order for her as well.
he's tapping the table in his joy, uncontained excitement leaking through his powers, when one of his songs starts playing as the background music. he laughs to himself, surprised, when there are fickles of images around them. he sees himself, brown hair, bass in hands - his audition. the image is extremely inconsistent, but the voices can be heard clearly. he feels his happiness as if it were yesterday, running excitement and wonder through his veins... and due to his power, his own past feelings echoing through her as well.)
( She debates between a couple of things before eventually going for the vegetarian meatballs. All these places to eat in hell are really messing with her usual diet, but she supposes between the training and her usual exercise, it shouldn't make that much difference.
so she'll follow his lead and grab a beer too.
And it's almost normal for five minutes, except for the fact that Kate swears she's seeing flickers of colour in Shin where there were none before, and—
The fact that the restaurant has half-transformed into something different, now. )
... Aye. ( She's feeling it too. An excitement which bubbles inside her, a high like knowing you're ahead of the competition, comfortably in first place.
Uh. Hm. ) You're doin' that.
( But Kate doesn't seem in any particular hurry to get him to stop, because now she gets to nosy at all the people in this audition with him. )
(it feels just so incredible to see hachi's face. not that he doesn't like his bandmates, but hachi is just so special to him. a mom he has never really had, and his smile is so big watching her mesmerized that it hurts his cheeks as he watches her bliss. things were good back then, weren't them? no takumi. no drama. just friends, together, just pushing one way or another for hachi and nobu, and now all that isn't there. he feels a rush of nostalgia, like that had been a million years ago, and then she speaks.
even a hand tries to reach the blinking image, before he remembers he can't really reach for a memory.)
( Clearly that no longer applies. Kate's hand reaches out when she sees Shin going for the image, gently resting on top of his wrist. She's not sure if this memory reel does anything, but the phrase better safe than sorry seems like it's the wisest course of action here after everything that happened last month. )
...Said y'met th' boss. Were it just for music?
( That's how she got her first power here. Tenkohime dragging her in for a lecture on how she can kiss people and make their senses sharper. )
It's strange. Intense. Uncomfortable. A million things which make Kate want to snap Shin out of this even before the lingering worry of what if this is some Haniwa shit adds to the reasons to be wary of whatever new power Tenkohime's saw fit to give him. )
Shin. Look at me.
( C'mon, please. ) Did she tell you anything?
( Kate got a pretty clear rundown on what her power could do, so surely Tenkohime actually went into what the fuck this is, right? ) Told you she'd given you something?
(no. it's so hard to look at her, when all he sees is hachi. all he really wanted to see for a month stuck in that jail cell, and he didn't even have the chance to see her before he ended up here. it's where he is going to end up in a bit.)
... I felt different playing for her, but I assumed t'was... Jitters. She said clan is more than willing to sponsor my continued career in music, if I agree to pay royalties... But he should also be careful, now, with that voice of his...
(he's standing up, kate, sorry... he wants hachi, but the memory ends, only voices, and none of them are hachi's. the visions morph, though. a car. his dorm. his bed. yasu. it's guilt and sadness that washes over him, depression, the feeling that every bone in his body is heavier than himself.
fuck. this is his return from prison. the day he ended up here. fuck. fuck.)
She's pretty sure everyone in the restaurant will be staring by now. Wonders if they can even see what's going on, the memories which flicker around them both.
She hopes not. For Shin's sake.
But things are changing, and now there's voices — fragments of them, anyway, like trying to hear someone on a shitty phone connection — and different places. Shin's on his feet and whatever this is isn't stopping and Kate needs to figure out some way of making it do just that.
... Ugh, she hopes this power upgrade works, grabbing his hand and brushing her lips to it, concentrating on dampening his sense of hearing. If it started with whatever music was playing, maybe not hearing it will end it? )
(kate might think hachi might be a lover, with how sad he looks and the complete lack of resemblance between them, the sadness that he's feeling, pushing and pulling him in so many directions. he doesn't even notice his hand being taken, but he does feel the volume of yasu's words diminish, even if they still echo in his brain without the reminder.
he's well aware that the company is in the black. all because of his stupidity. because he couldn't deal with it all. that's exactly why this is hardly a reason to celebrate. he sits, defeated, the images surrounding them fading until the usual chatter of a restaurant fills the air, muffled to shin's ears.
kate might notice that he didn't let go of her hand. he won't say it, but he needs it.)
... You asked what happened. That's a little bit of what happened. I can't-- I can't face them. I don't have the courage to.
( Thank fuck. That seemed to work. The immediate ache of those feelings dissipates, leaving only the echo of it, and Kate collapses back against her chair, but doesn't let go of Shin's hand. )
... I- I see.
( It's been a whirlwind for both of them. These flashes of Shin's past, the good and the bad, still stitching themselves together in Kate's head as the waiter gingerly slips their beers onto the table.
God, that's needed. She's just gonna take a drink first. )
That's what happened before you got here?
( Shit, Shin. You really don't do life by halves, do you? )
(oh, thank everything holy. once the alcohol hits the table, his lips find it immediately, and just like that, it's all gone. he'll need a lot more, so he taps the glass to ask for a refill before the server even leaves their proximity. sorry. at least he has a bit of money to cover their need for alcohol for tonight.)
... Yes.
(he gives her hand a squeeze, exhaling as the alcohol sits on his stomach, poorly so due to how fast he drank it and the fact that there is no food to secure it. great. just dandy.)
I... Had a client back home. Our rival's band vocalist... She's twenty-two, and after some time, she stopped being my client, we had a relationship... Except it's not a good idea, is it? We're both public figures, and she bought me at first. I tried to break it off for her sake, and she wasn't keen on it... And later on, she broke it up herself for the same reason. Reira's heart is fragile, and she's selfish, so... She continued to call, to text, even after I told her not to. With that, and the band, and the whole... Everything, I was just... Not in my greatest place. My pimp looks very much like her, you know.
... We were together, and got raided by the police with drugs. I was sent to prison for a month, and what you've seen is the last I know. It wasn't very mature of me, anyway.
That puts all the pieces into place, brick by damned brick. Her fingers tighten around Shin's hand with each word he says. Her heart is fragile? That sounds like so many types of bullshit she doesn't even know where to start.
At least Graeme was asshole enough to leave excuses like that off. To flatter her rather than play some sort of bullshit love angle. She never had the impression that she was anything more than a body to him, and it's some kind of fucked up when that comes as a relief in comparison to how Shin describes this whole mess. )
We're not supposed to be mature.
( Her voice almost sounds normal. Almost, but for the steel lying beneath, the tension in her jaw as she says that.
And, y'know, the fact that her hand is gripping his hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. ... Sorry about that. )
(she's much stronger than him, his hands are his livelihood, so once he hears a knuckle cracking, he has to pull it back, a pout as he shakes his hand in a very mature and non-childish way at all to make the pain go away. he's frail, kate, frail.
but he knows all about reira. she has an emptiness inside her, a yearning that she tries to fill with love, but not the love she wants, not the love she craves. simply distracting her from the pit of hopelessness that she finds herself in. shin doesn't see it in pink-colored glasses, he can see the red flags of it, but he isn't innocent in it. he could have pulled away, could have not dived into it, since he knew from the start. but, well. here he is.)
( She didn't realise how hard she was squeezing his hand. Hell, she didn't realise that opinion was hiding somewhere in her chest, under layers of self-imposed maturity.
They should be teenagers. Doing teenage things. Not coping with the bullshit adults lumped on them. )
Y'know what I mean. ( She's glad she hadn't drank her beer as fast as Shin drank his, because she needs another drink from it before she speaks further. ) ...Fuck's sake.
(dramatic is as dramatic do, he's still massaging his hands to keep the damage from going further, as if she literally crushed and shattered his bones into fine powder. at least the booze came fast enough that it kept him from whining about it with his own words. this time, it won't be downed like he's parched in a desert, but sipped.)
I do know, but it's not on her solely. I take responsibility.
( The worst part is that she knows these arguments. She's said them to herself a million times too. She should have said no. Could have pointed out that they were getting booze just fine and surely if people wanted drugs, it wouldn't be that much harder to do so.
Why did they need to rely on an old guy for them?
She stares into her beer, long and hard, stilling as the food comes out and she gestures for another drink before draining a good third of what's left in her own glass. )
... Why?
( There's an almost tired edge to her question as it comes out. Maybe because she's spent the better part of a year trying to stop blaming herself for not leaving before she ended up with that pill down her throat. Maybe because the familiarity of the story of someone she's already come to care for in such a short space of time knocks on too many wounds to know what else to do. )
It takes away my choice, doesn't it, if I don't? I chose to leave Sweden and go somewhere I didn't even speak the language, to begin with, where all my supposed "family" won't look me in the eye. I might have had little say on what Ryoko taught me, and my situation there, but I could have focused on my studies and tried to at least get a middle school diploma while working under her. I didn't want to, it felt hollow to me. I could have been smarter and not taken on such a client who could definitely be trouble for me from the start, and you definitely aren't supposed to fall in love with your clientele, but I did.
I definitely didn't have to go see Ryoko that night, but I did. No one forced me to do that, I did it on my own. Just because the adults sinned and I'm young, doesn't remove my own sins... And they make me who I am, even if I shouldn't even exist in the first place. I can only accept my part of the deal, because otherwise, what am I? Just a puppet? I'm not happy with that.
( ...And there it is. That one, fundamental difference between them. Shin looking for his own part in things. Looking for the choices he made.
While she's just been letting the wave pull her along these last four years. Agreeing to everything she did because it seemed easier than getting into arguments and conversations. Finding the easiest out once her exams were done. The army would have been years of the same. Just following orders.
Her cheeks feel hot, shame and anger burning inside her at all his explanations. The desire to punch the people who made his life the way it is doesn't fully dissipate, but she feels stupid for trying to project her own empty years onto him.
Feels stupider for letting them happen, but that's nothing new. It's not like she doesn't know she could have made better choices. Could have just swallowed down the ache and kept running, instead of spending every day regretting that she quit. )
... Need the loo.
( And so, once more, she'll take the coward's choice in this and dart towards the back before she ends up punching the table or some shit. )
(that's the thing, though. shin too allows life to wash him by, but he wants it to be on his own terms. he won't fight, not on his own, he doesn't have the inner strength to do that. to really grab and run with something he wants, because there is no such a thing. he couldn't give a shit about being famous, what he liked were the nights in room 707, drinking silly and making great memories. the rush of the stage, having fun with the people he chose by his side. the warm hug of hachi, when she can. even that slipped through his fingers so quickly.
he's not stupid, he knows exactly what she's doing. being an object of projection is not foreign to him, that's much of what he does, as a musician, as a bought lover. he sees right through her that he spoke to her wound directly. it feels more of her problem than his.
once she's back, she'll find the clues to where he went. his cigarette pack is on the table, and if she looks outside, she'll see the light blue strands in the distance, a cloud of smoke on top of him.)
( It's less about any actual going to the toilet and more about the minutes she needs alone to punch a wall, letting the ache of her knuckles bring her back to the present. Time she needs to press cold water to her face and thank science for waterproof makeup.
Fuck's sake. She should be over this bullshit by now. Not doing this. She breathes deep, presses the spot where her hand aches once more, and looks at herself in the mirror, half expecting to see those too-bright blue eyes standing right behind her.
Soon enough, Shin will hear the door to the restaurant opening, hear steps approaching and see Kate making her way towards him, the sleeves of her hoodie pulled over her hands. )
... Sorry.
( She really sucks at saying that, so the fact that she's saying that should be taken for the honour it is, thank you. )
I... ( Shit, how does she even begin to explain this? )
I didn't want to ruin our night.
( ... She doesn't. Because of course she doesn't. )
(lost in thought he is. it's not that he's unaffected by all this, it's just that... being here is a bit of a blessing, actually. he has to face none of it, muster courage to change none of it, his melancholy is his alone, and if he does come back to life, he'll be different. older, perhaps, able to hold his head high, and this time away might explain to him whether he wants reira once he can have her. he might even be able to abide to his promise of surpassing ren, after all that. right now, he just wants to hide here. run.
and the drag he takes from the stick is so strong that he finishes it. nothing goes over his head, kate. he knows she's sobbed in that bathroom, he can see the redness of her knuckles and the tension in her shoulders. she didn't want to hold hands earlier, but shin himself reaches for it, only to wrap one of her arms around his waist, his own bringing her to his chest.)
You didn't. It was me, wasn't it? I was doing all that. I think maybe she did give me something, and I just don't understand what it is yet.
(his kisses don't do anything, but he presses one to her temple.)
I know you're going through things, I can tell in bed and out of it. You're too special to let that define you, alright? I know just from seeing it.
(oh, she should be feeling a warm rush, and he doesn't even know he can provoke it.)
( Oh, alright then. She'll let this happen, even if she's still not in a place where contact brings an immediate comfort. Shin, at least, doesn't seem to want to hurt her, ever.
That's enough for now. Enough assurance to let Kate tuck her head in under his chin, and when the warmth comes, she exhales. The compliment doesn't feel as awkward, and...
Ah. That's right. )
She gave you more than one.
( She can't tell him what they are, because the colours are meaningless right now, and still very faint, but they're there. )
... More than one?! It's just one, no? What... What are they, do you know?
(sadly, he can't hear her thoughts. three powers hanging from him, and he just experienced one at the worst time possible. at least it wasn't one of his worst memories, or else she would have been much more triggered, so much more agitated. still, she's close, and she's tiny, so he's able to press a kiss to the top of her head.
a miracle from him, really, hindering his growth like that.)
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Date: 2022-07-20 01:19 pm (UTC)(don't murder the man who gives you free orgasms with the most loving touch, kate. sounds like a waste.)
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Date: 2022-07-20 01:43 pm (UTC)Thank fuck everything has descriptions, though Kate really hopes she doesn't have to try saying any of these names. )
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Date: 2022-07-20 02:05 pm (UTC)he knows what he's ordering. rostade rödbetor med rosmarin and lamb fillet, topped with a nice beer. he has no problem pronouncing the names, of course, and if she shows him what she wants, he'll order for her as well.
he's tapping the table in his joy, uncontained excitement leaking through his powers, when one of his songs starts playing as the background music. he laughs to himself, surprised, when there are fickles of images around them. he sees himself, brown hair, bass in hands - his audition. the image is extremely inconsistent, but the voices can be heard clearly. he feels his happiness as if it were yesterday, running excitement and wonder through his veins... and due to his power, his own past feelings echoing through her as well.)
... Huh? Do you see this?
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Date: 2022-07-20 02:22 pm (UTC)so she'll follow his lead and grab a beer too.
And it's almost normal for five minutes, except for the fact that Kate swears she's seeing flickers of colour in Shin where there were none before, and—
The fact that the restaurant has half-transformed into something different, now. )
... Aye. ( She's feeling it too. An excitement which bubbles inside her, a high like knowing you're ahead of the competition, comfortably in first place.
Uh. Hm. ) You're doin' that.
( But Kate doesn't seem in any particular hurry to get him to stop, because now she gets to nosy at all the people in this audition with him. )
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Date: 2022-07-20 02:27 pm (UTC)even a hand tries to reach the blinking image, before he remembers he can't really reach for a memory.)
Me?! How? I'm just a normal person?
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Date: 2022-07-20 02:37 pm (UTC)...Said y'met th' boss. Were it just for music?
( That's how she got her first power here. Tenkohime dragging her in for a lecture on how she can kiss people and make their senses sharper. )
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Date: 2022-07-20 02:53 pm (UTC)(please. please. let him go to hachi. longing, yearning, lacking, all things that come to him, and he doesn't even know she can feel it.)
She wanted me to play to her... The boss, not Hachi...
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Date: 2022-07-20 03:09 pm (UTC)It's strange. Intense. Uncomfortable. A million things which make Kate want to snap Shin out of this even before the lingering worry of what if this is some Haniwa shit adds to the reasons to be wary of whatever new power Tenkohime's saw fit to give him. )
Shin. Look at me.
( C'mon, please. ) Did she tell you anything?
( Kate got a pretty clear rundown on what her power could do, so surely Tenkohime actually went into what the fuck this is, right? ) Told you she'd given you something?
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Date: 2022-07-20 03:33 pm (UTC)... I felt different playing for her, but I assumed t'was... Jitters. She said clan is more than willing to sponsor my continued career in music, if I agree to pay royalties... But he should also be careful, now, with that voice of his...
(he's standing up, kate, sorry... he wants hachi, but the memory ends, only voices, and none of them are hachi's. the visions morph, though. a car. his dorm. his bed. yasu. it's guilt and sadness that washes over him, depression, the feeling that every bone in his body is heavier than himself.
fuck. this is his return from prison. the day he ended up here. fuck. fuck.)
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Date: 2022-07-20 03:47 pm (UTC)She's pretty sure everyone in the restaurant will be staring by now. Wonders if they can even see what's going on, the memories which flicker around them both.
She hopes not. For Shin's sake.
But things are changing, and now there's voices — fragments of them, anyway, like trying to hear someone on a shitty phone connection — and different places. Shin's on his feet and whatever this is isn't stopping and Kate needs to figure out some way of making it do just that.
... Ugh, she hopes this power upgrade works, grabbing his hand and brushing her lips to it, concentrating on dampening his sense of hearing. If it started with whatever music was playing, maybe not hearing it will end it? )
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Date: 2022-07-20 06:48 pm (UTC)(kate might think hachi might be a lover, with how sad he looks and the complete lack of resemblance between them, the sadness that he's feeling, pushing and pulling him in so many directions. he doesn't even notice his hand being taken, but he does feel the volume of yasu's words diminish, even if they still echo in his brain without the reminder.
he's well aware that the company is in the black. all because of his stupidity. because he couldn't deal with it all. that's exactly why this is hardly a reason to celebrate. he sits, defeated, the images surrounding them fading until the usual chatter of a restaurant fills the air, muffled to shin's ears.
kate might notice that he didn't let go of her hand. he won't say it, but he needs it.)
... You asked what happened. That's a little bit of what happened. I can't-- I can't face them. I don't have the courage to.
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Date: 2022-07-20 07:06 pm (UTC)... I- I see.
( It's been a whirlwind for both of them. These flashes of Shin's past, the good and the bad, still stitching themselves together in Kate's head as the waiter gingerly slips their beers onto the table.
God, that's needed. She's just gonna take a drink first. )
That's what happened before you got here?
( Shit, Shin. You really don't do life by halves, do you? )
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Date: 2022-07-20 07:17 pm (UTC)... Yes.
(he gives her hand a squeeze, exhaling as the alcohol sits on his stomach, poorly so due to how fast he drank it and the fact that there is no food to secure it. great. just dandy.)
I... Had a client back home. Our rival's band vocalist... She's twenty-two, and after some time, she stopped being my client, we had a relationship... Except it's not a good idea, is it? We're both public figures, and she bought me at first. I tried to break it off for her sake, and she wasn't keen on it... And later on, she broke it up herself for the same reason. Reira's heart is fragile, and she's selfish, so... She continued to call, to text, even after I told her not to. With that, and the band, and the whole... Everything, I was just... Not in my greatest place. My pimp looks very much like her, you know.
... We were together, and got raided by the police with drugs. I was sent to prison for a month, and what you've seen is the last I know. It wasn't very mature of me, anyway.
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Date: 2022-07-20 07:30 pm (UTC)That puts all the pieces into place, brick by damned brick. Her fingers tighten around Shin's hand with each word he says. Her heart is fragile? That sounds like so many types of bullshit she doesn't even know where to start.
At least Graeme was asshole enough to leave excuses like that off. To flatter her rather than play some sort of bullshit love angle. She never had the impression that she was anything more than a body to him, and it's some kind of fucked up when that comes as a relief in comparison to how Shin describes this whole mess. )
We're not supposed to be mature.
( Her voice almost sounds normal. Almost, but for the steel lying beneath, the tension in her jaw as she says that.
And, y'know, the fact that her hand is gripping his hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. ... Sorry about that. )
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Date: 2022-07-20 07:36 pm (UTC)(she's much stronger than him, his hands are his livelihood, so once he hears a knuckle cracking, he has to pull it back, a pout as he shakes his hand in a very mature and non-childish way at all to make the pain go away. he's frail, kate, frail.
but he knows all about reira. she has an emptiness inside her, a yearning that she tries to fill with love, but not the love she wants, not the love she craves. simply distracting her from the pit of hopelessness that she finds herself in. shin doesn't see it in pink-colored glasses, he can see the red flags of it, but he isn't innocent in it. he could have pulled away, could have not dived into it, since he knew from the start. but, well. here he is.)
We aren't children, either.
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Date: 2022-07-20 07:53 pm (UTC)( She didn't realise how hard she was squeezing his hand. Hell, she didn't realise that opinion was hiding somewhere in her chest, under layers of self-imposed maturity.
They should be teenagers. Doing teenage things. Not coping with the bullshit adults lumped on them. )
Y'know what I mean. ( She's glad she hadn't drank her beer as fast as Shin drank his, because she needs another drink from it before she speaks further. ) ...Fuck's sake.
( Why them. )
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Date: 2022-07-20 07:57 pm (UTC)I do know, but it's not on her solely. I take responsibility.
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Date: 2022-07-20 08:35 pm (UTC)Why did they need to rely on an old guy for them?
She stares into her beer, long and hard, stilling as the food comes out and she gestures for another drink before draining a good third of what's left in her own glass. )
... Why?
( There's an almost tired edge to her question as it comes out. Maybe because she's spent the better part of a year trying to stop blaming herself for not leaving before she ended up with that pill down her throat. Maybe because the familiarity of the story of someone she's already come to care for in such a short space of time knocks on too many wounds to know what else to do. )
cw depression drugs prostitution grooming etc this is very problematic
Date: 2022-07-20 08:47 pm (UTC)I definitely didn't have to go see Ryoko that night, but I did. No one forced me to do that, I did it on my own. Just because the adults sinned and I'm young, doesn't remove my own sins... And they make me who I am, even if I shouldn't even exist in the first place. I can only accept my part of the deal, because otherwise, what am I? Just a puppet? I'm not happy with that.
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Date: 2022-07-20 09:00 pm (UTC)While she's just been letting the wave pull her along these last four years. Agreeing to everything she did because it seemed easier than getting into arguments and conversations. Finding the easiest out once her exams were done. The army would have been years of the same. Just following orders.
Her cheeks feel hot, shame and anger burning inside her at all his explanations. The desire to punch the people who made his life the way it is doesn't fully dissipate, but she feels stupid for trying to project her own empty years onto him.
Feels stupider for letting them happen, but that's nothing new. It's not like she doesn't know she could have made better choices. Could have just swallowed down the ache and kept running, instead of spending every day regretting that she quit. )
... Need the loo.
( And so, once more, she'll take the coward's choice in this and dart towards the back before she ends up punching the table or some shit. )
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Date: 2022-07-20 09:09 pm (UTC)he's not stupid, he knows exactly what she's doing. being an object of projection is not foreign to him, that's much of what he does, as a musician, as a bought lover. he sees right through her that he spoke to her wound directly. it feels more of her problem than his.
once she's back, she'll find the clues to where he went. his cigarette pack is on the table, and if she looks outside, she'll see the light blue strands in the distance, a cloud of smoke on top of him.)
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Date: 2022-07-20 09:22 pm (UTC)Fuck's sake. She should be over this bullshit by now. Not doing this. She breathes deep, presses the spot where her hand aches once more, and looks at herself in the mirror, half expecting to see those too-bright blue eyes standing right behind her.
Soon enough, Shin will hear the door to the restaurant opening, hear steps approaching and see Kate making her way towards him, the sleeves of her hoodie pulled over her hands. )
... Sorry.
( She really sucks at saying that, so the fact that she's saying that should be taken for the honour it is, thank you. )
I... ( Shit, how does she even begin to explain this? )
I didn't want to ruin our night.
( ... She doesn't. Because of course she doesn't. )
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Date: 2022-07-20 09:32 pm (UTC)and the drag he takes from the stick is so strong that he finishes it. nothing goes over his head, kate. he knows she's sobbed in that bathroom, he can see the redness of her knuckles and the tension in her shoulders. she didn't want to hold hands earlier, but shin himself reaches for it, only to wrap one of her arms around his waist, his own bringing her to his chest.)
You didn't. It was me, wasn't it? I was doing all that. I think maybe she did give me something, and I just don't understand what it is yet.
(his kisses don't do anything, but he presses one to her temple.)
I know you're going through things, I can tell in bed and out of it. You're too special to let that define you, alright? I know just from seeing it.
(oh, she should be feeling a warm rush, and he doesn't even know he can provoke it.)
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Date: 2022-07-20 09:38 pm (UTC)( Oh, alright then. She'll let this happen, even if she's still not in a place where contact brings an immediate comfort. Shin, at least, doesn't seem to want to hurt her, ever.
That's enough for now. Enough assurance to let Kate tuck her head in under his chin, and when the warmth comes, she exhales. The compliment doesn't feel as awkward, and...
Ah. That's right. )
She gave you more than one.
( She can't tell him what they are, because the colours are meaningless right now, and still very faint, but they're there. )
... I can see 'em.
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Date: 2022-07-20 10:02 pm (UTC)(sadly, he can't hear her thoughts. three powers hanging from him, and he just experienced one at the worst time possible. at least it wasn't one of his worst memories, or else she would have been much more triggered, so much more agitated. still, she's close, and she's tiny, so he's able to press a kiss to the top of her head.
a miracle from him, really, hindering his growth like that.)
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