[ how is she so calm. he used to think it was because she knew everything, but he knows everything now, and it just makes him a ticking time-bomb filled with shrapnel and panic and hurt. Luna has always seemed so much more confident than he's ever been. ]
Yeah. [ he isn't relaxing any, but he does ease his grip on her hand just a little. his own hands are trembling faintly, and he keeps searching her face, eyes wide and bright. it feels like if he blinks, she might disappear. ] I just found the Crystal, Bahamut was talking to me, and then — just, weird doors. It's been... maybe a little over a month? Since you...
[ his eyes are burning, and he blinks hard to clear them. he's not sure how much of his dictated path she knew about. they talked about the prophecy when they were children, the Oracle and the Chosen King, but she was always vague. maybe she did know all along; maybe she was just too kind to tell him he was born to be a sacrifice. gods, he's been trying so hard not to think those words. seeing Luna makes it feel — too close, too sudden.
there's this stupid, wild impulse to just run away right now and take her with him. he doesn't have any idea where he'd go, but he looks at the mark on her throat and he wants to bundle her up somewhere safe, because he only just got her back, again, and someone is going to take her away from him, again. Luna can take care of herself, he's never doubted that, it's just— the things this place wants, the things it threatens. he can't even think about what that means for himself yet, there's no way he can bear with it coming down on Luna. he's wanted all his life to help her and the fear that he's useless again now is choking him like weeds growing out of his lungs. ]
They can't just— hand you off to someone. [ he shakes his head, vehement. ] I'm not gonna let it happen.
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Yeah. [ he isn't relaxing any, but he does ease his grip on her hand just a little. his own hands are trembling faintly, and he keeps searching her face, eyes wide and bright. it feels like if he blinks, she might disappear. ] I just found the Crystal, Bahamut was talking to me, and then — just, weird doors. It's been... maybe a little over a month? Since you...
[ his eyes are burning, and he blinks hard to clear them. he's not sure how much of his dictated path she knew about. they talked about the prophecy when they were children, the Oracle and the Chosen King, but she was always vague. maybe she did know all along; maybe she was just too kind to tell him he was born to be a sacrifice. gods, he's been trying so hard not to think those words. seeing Luna makes it feel — too close, too sudden.
there's this stupid, wild impulse to just run away right now and take her with him. he doesn't have any idea where he'd go, but he looks at the mark on her throat and he wants to bundle her up somewhere safe, because he only just got her back, again, and someone is going to take her away from him, again. Luna can take care of herself, he's never doubted that, it's just— the things this place wants, the things it threatens. he can't even think about what that means for himself yet, there's no way he can bear with it coming down on Luna. he's wanted all his life to help her and the fear that he's useless again now is choking him like weeds growing out of his lungs. ]
They can't just— hand you off to someone. [ he shakes his head, vehement. ] I'm not gonna let it happen.
[ please don't make him let it happen. ]