[ in person, kuzunoha raidou is a quiet young man, all measured tones and discipline and eyes downcast as if to shutter from the world the toothed thing that lay coiled under the veneer of his skin. in person, his heart lays more on his sleeve than mere text could ever convey; even choso can feel the weight of the boy’s concern from here, can pick out the familiar ache of worry in his even voice, can taste the anger seething in his pulse because it’s an echo of choso’s own, born from the same source:
yuji is in pain. ]
Whatever it is LILITH did, it brought him more loss.
[ more, more, ever more lost to the battlefield; a whole line of names burned into the back of choso’s mind, so many he doesn’t know, doesn’t think he’ll ever know now. the guilt flares like an old wound (you helped make this happen), a burn in his chest that bows choso’s back as he slumps in his seat, elbows on his knees, eyes boring unseeingly into raidou’s empty seat before he manages to lift his head enough to return his panda-eyed stare onto the summoner proper.
do curses sleep? does choso? no matter what he may think of himself, the last 24 hours has been spent awake, vigilant and restless in his own worry. ]
Be with him.
[ in the quiet of the room, choso doesn’t have to speak up to be heard, but the way his voice dips there, the slope down, the grate of his voice as his heart settles somewhere in his throat, it speaks of the significance he is trying to lay in each heavy syllable. ]
He fears losing more. More friends, more loved ones, more allies. I— I do not know how to salve his hurts, Kuzunoha. [ a confession, quiet with a shame he cannot dispel. ]
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yuji is in pain. ]
Whatever it is LILITH did, it brought him more loss.
[ more, more, ever more lost to the battlefield; a whole line of names burned into the back of choso’s mind, so many he doesn’t know, doesn’t think he’ll ever know now. the guilt flares like an old wound (you helped make this happen), a burn in his chest that bows choso’s back as he slumps in his seat, elbows on his knees, eyes boring unseeingly into raidou’s empty seat before he manages to lift his head enough to return his panda-eyed stare onto the summoner proper.
do curses sleep? does choso? no matter what he may think of himself, the last 24 hours has been spent awake, vigilant and restless in his own worry. ]
Be with him.
[ in the quiet of the room, choso doesn’t have to speak up to be heard, but the way his voice dips there, the slope down, the grate of his voice as his heart settles somewhere in his throat, it speaks of the significance he is trying to lay in each heavy syllable. ]
He fears losing more. More friends, more loved ones, more allies. I— I do not know how to salve his hurts, Kuzunoha. [ a confession, quiet with a shame he cannot dispel. ]