[He stays like that for a few moments, breath catching a tiny bit when his hand is gently closed. The gesture is so... kind and warm... Akechi wants to...
He just wants to stop being so afraid of companionship, for once. Wants to stop being afraid that people are going to hurt him, as soon as he lets down his walls... he's tired, and Kurama is offering support... Apparently, he knows so much about him, and yet... here he is. Helping him, comforting him, caring about him... if he truly knew so much... does that mean he accepts his darker side?
It's too soon, and too dangerous to say. But he does turn his head so he can read his message, and that... hurts too. Those kind words... the gentle look. He so badly wants to melt into it, though Kurama is just an effective stranger.
He's so weak to kindness...
I want to help, in whatever way you need from me.
He stares at those last words, conflict rife in his eyes. The pain of the aftermath of the dust echoes in his heart. Once again, he had no one he could depend on. Because he would not let himself.
Maybe things need to change.
... it's a risky move. He doesn't know Kurama well. But his heart aches, and the rose he was given sits in his room in a glass. But for once... he can take a chance. It... won't even matter that much if he ends up being wrong, right? He barely knows Kurama. . .
...
So he scoots closer, letting their shoulders brush together. The hand not being held raises up.]
Please stay.
[It doesn't have to mean anything. Akechi is just... he's just lonely and feeling weak and wants reassurance and Kurama is offering it to him, it doesn't mean he has to trust him or... or... this is too much, isn't it? Even though he knows an Akechi, he's still a veritable stranger. Haha, christ, look at him, falling apart over a single photo... His body tenses and he looks away, half-bracing to be aggressively rejected...]
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Date: 2018-04-23 08:06 pm (UTC)He just wants to stop being so afraid of companionship, for once. Wants to stop being afraid that people are going to hurt him, as soon as he lets down his walls... he's tired, and Kurama is offering support... Apparently, he knows so much about him, and yet... here he is. Helping him, comforting him, caring about him... if he truly knew so much... does that mean he accepts his darker side?
It's too soon, and too dangerous to say. But he does turn his head so he can read his message, and that... hurts too. Those kind words... the gentle look. He so badly wants to melt into it, though Kurama is just an effective stranger.
He's so weak to kindness...
I want to help, in whatever way you need from me.
He stares at those last words, conflict rife in his eyes. The pain of the aftermath of the dust echoes in his heart. Once again, he had no one he could depend on. Because he would not let himself.
Maybe things need to change.
... it's a risky move. He doesn't know Kurama well. But his heart aches, and the rose he was given sits in his room in a glass. But for once... he can take a chance. It... won't even matter that much if he ends up being wrong, right? He barely knows Kurama. . .
...
So he scoots closer, letting their shoulders brush together. The hand not being held raises up.]
Please stay.
[It doesn't have to mean anything. Akechi is just... he's just lonely and feeling weak and wants reassurance and Kurama is offering it to him, it doesn't mean he has to trust him or... or... this is too much, isn't it? Even though he knows an Akechi, he's still a veritable stranger. Haha, christ, look at him, falling apart over a single photo... His body tenses and he looks away, half-bracing to be aggressively rejected...]