#thinking abt them.

[ID: black and white digital drawing in an ink style of Fuyumi hugging a shaking Shouto. His face is not visible, pressed into her arm. She’s resting her chin and one hand his head. She looks sad and exhausted. /end ID]

on loving and leaving. kevin day & jean moreau

You don't like letting others have power over you.

You liked giving people the illusion of power. You did this often with Obsidian. Though, you were certain he was aware of the façade. It was part of the game you played. The thought brings forth the hint of a smile. You glance down at the violet, who had only returned to your ship a couple hours prior. He had quickly found his way to your bed, and, at the moment, appeared to be asleep. Maybe just resting. maybe just waiting.

The air swirls around you as if the ship itself were breathing. It was difficult to focus on the paperwork in front of you. Important as it was, you found the work tedious and below you. Instead, you rest your chin in your hand, watching as the violet's chest rose and fell, as the air seemed to follow his lead. Funny how the hallucinations acknowledged him. Made the air feel as thick as it looked.

Was it trust that let him sleep in your presence? Or just plain foolishness? Letting his guard down so completely. Your quarters were secure and safe when you weren't in there with him. Sleeping by his side was part of the illusion of power and trust. Extending the olive branch far enough for it to seem real.

Obsidian couldn't hurt you, not even if he tried, not even if he wanted to. Any power he had was an illusion. One you could break in an instant.

"Take a picture, Jules, it'll last longer."