@feraltrust said:
❛ do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else? ❜ Nirei asked as he rocked a little to the side while he sat, enjoying a cup of tea a few feet from Suo. - (From Nirei to Suo, stolen from a prompt list on my blog lmao)
His layers of white lies sheltering the burden underneath aside, it was not without a reason that Suo enjoyed his mini hangouts with just Nirei in the far back, a good few meters away from the center of the crowd surrounding their grade leader every now and then; taking the seat next to his smaller-framed peer, instead of one directly across from him—for it was far less tedious to shield his visage that way, while also closing the gap between their physiques to his liking. To him, his partner in vice-captainship was a great conversation-maker, after all; offering a sight of pleasantry as his face beamed with excitement at every little thing that caught those gleeful brown optics, as well as challenges of intelligence whenever he laid bare his beloved list of speculative inquiries.
On some special, rare occasions like this, however, these questions seemed to revel in dancing around dangerous territories—throwing Eyepatch's guarded nervous system haywire as his mask threatened to slip off.
To many people, the answer probably didn't have to be overly complicated; but Suo was not your regular "many people". The state of his heart was not exactly a topic he liked to touch on—so instead of simply giving away the words Nirei might be anticipating, he let nimble digits take over and reach for supple chin; gently tilting the protrusion upward to provide a quick access for cunning lips to capture their slightly-ajar counterparts—before abruptly stopping himself in his track; images of grave consequences soon unfolding drove occupied palm to ease its grip and move down to clothed chest, stopping right where fingertips started to flutter from the subtle thumping of his comrade's cardiac against sturdy sternum.
"Right here," he murmured; tapping lightly against the sheets of fabric and soft tissues encasing his classmate's ribcage, "My soul is not supposed to feel complete because parts of it are meant for others to keep. Some hold bigger chunks than most—but the point remains: I can't carry them all on my own."
Sylphlike appendage was ultimately withdrawn within seconds from its excursion; an act deliberately taken to avoid further digging into details he had purposefully left unsaid.
