ᴍᴇʏᴠɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ

✨ @endsought i am doing to die do you hear me.

❝Those are pretty strong words. I feel like I’m not worthy of ‘em.❞

All said jokingly… WELL, HALF JOKINGLY. Sometimes, he truly did feel like he didn’t deserve anything from Nooj. Especially as a failed summoner, someone who couldn’t carry their goal even halfway over the finish line. A shame he’d be sure to carry with him for the rest of his life. Virote remained stationed at the kitchen counter, coating slices of fish in garlic and turmeric; then, after throwing on a few dashes of salt and pepper, he turned attention to washing his hands in the sink.

He stayed quiet, though Nooj could probably pick up the awkward air hanging between them. Not like he said anything wrong, but there was always that element of chagrin. The hand washing went on for an uncomfortably long time, almost a full two minutes and a half. The sink was then turned off, Vi patting wet hands upon his robe for a quick drying. Time to make a salad of some sorts, right? Vegetables were piled on the counter-top and Vi got straight to work, still in silence, while letting his mind wander elsewhere.

Running through the jungles of Kilika in their youth, barefooted and not caring about anything. Not about saving the world, not about war, not about destroyed cities, not about anything heavy like that. Just wildflowers and secret trees with carvings in them. Shared bowls of fruit, the sound of his mother’s voice telling them to be careful, local vendors sneaking them extra food for their adventures.

            ‘I BET YOU CAN’T CATCH ME!’

           ‘I’M GONNA BE REALLY TALL WHEN I GROW UP!’

           'HEY, WATCH ME CLIMB THIS!’

Good times. Best times of his life.

Then, he started thinking about after the destruction. After Sin. Nooj arriving on a boat, missing limbs and a smile. The awkward hug. ‘I MISSED YOU SO MUCH.’ The crying.

His body started to shake, blade quivering. He had to put it down. Virote ceased in trying to busy himself, taking a few steps to sit down beside his friend at the table. ❝I’m touched!❞ The single teardrop that managed to escape betrayed his laughter. ❝And, I love you.❞ A warm grasp atop metal fingers. ❝Always have. I’ll do better for myself, I promise. For you and for me. The sunset was a cold blue when you left. I’m really glad that, like… Everything is warm, again.❞ There’s a difference between speaking of loving and someone and being present in that love.

‘ my head hurts. ’

‘ you’ve been asleep for two days. ’

‘ i think it’s broken. ’

‘ don’t mess with your iv. ’

‘ will you carry me? ’

‘ shh, it’s okay. get everything out. ’

‘ someone needs a nap. ’

‘ i threw up. ’

‘ it’s just a scratch. ’ 

‘ hey, accidents happen. ’

‘ you’ll feel better after your bath. ’

‘ i’m just glad to have you home safe. ’

‘ you ate too fast. i told you to take it easy. ’

‘ here’s some ice. ’

‘ i’ll come check on you in a little while. ’

‘ stay in bed. ’

‘ could you rub my back? ’

‘ i’m not even that tired. ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ i brought you another blanket. ’

‘ let’s clean up those cuts and get you to bed. ’

‘ i think you caught some kind of flu. ’

‘ how many fingers am i holding up? ’

‘ i’m a little dizzy. ’

‘ congratulations. you have pneumonia. ’

‘ time for your medicine. ’

‘ i’m going to set your shoulder on the count of three. one, two, three – ’

‘ better take a look at that burn. ’

‘ you have to stay awake. can you do that for me? ’ 

‘ i found the tissues. ’

                                 lost & insecure ..

             independent & highly selective au masaomi kida of drrr !!