NEZUMI ? his name’s immediately on his mind after growing conscious , eyes jolting open but his body refuses to listen; paralyzed by an intense sharp pain. there’s a deafening , loud ringing in his ears only growing and screaming all around him. even though he could barely see through a blurry vision , he could still make out the shapes and colors of a blaring fire. the air’s thick with a black smoke , but it’s weaker on the ground; despite coughing for air anyway.
panic starts to settle in when he lacks the ability to check for the other male’s safety; vocals barely working as he could only manage a wheeze pressed out of weak lungs. ryou strains himself with trying to sit up straight anyway , fighting his own body. but when he feels something pierce further into him , a shriek of pain escapes him.
but the moment he does; nezumi comes to his rescue , hand grabbed but the expression the male wields is nothing short of heartbreaking. ryou’s never seen him cry or that panicked before now. and even though his consciousness is starting to fade , he could rest in ease seeing there were no apparent wounds on nezumi’s visage.
but he wants to comfort him , he wants to hold him and wipe away his tears and tell him a joke to make him laugh but his dumb limbs and vocals denies him that luxury. it’s an overwhelming urge; being incapable of doing the simplest of things when it’s right there.
speaking’s never been so difficult but he presses on anyway , he’s always been stubborn as fuck.
“ nez .... u mi .... “ ryou croaked out; a shaking but determined hand softly caressing the male’s cheek; forcing lips into a frail smile. the first part’s mouthed until his voice can claim the rest of the words. thank god “ you ..... re .... saf .... e “
@livedwon // happiness is mou shindeiru
50. Our muses in a plane crash
