#arrowheld

      yuu sifts the charred earth through their fingers. exhaustion weighs heavy on their wide shoulders. they could fall asleep right not if given a third of a choice. too bad they do not have a third of a choice. they just have the gruelling schedule of night watch to bumpy miserable car ride to night watch. a never ending loop of drooping eye lids and sluggish sword movements.

       perhaps it is unsurprising that the seraph’s voice thrums through their veins conveying intent through emotions and not words. it’s incredibly tedious trying figure out gav wants the body to do. though the line between gav and yuu fades more an more each day. chipping away at humanity and grace alike. 

        it’s a miracle that through this introspection the angel bristles at the new presence. it takes yuu a moment to process turning their head to where the others were sprawled.

                                              ❝ oh, hey yoichi. didn’t know you were awake. ❞