[ getting heine to talk is akin to extricating a difficult splinter. in that it's often a fruitless attempt, and even when it does bear fruit, you're left with nothing but a tiny splinter of some shit.
at least it's something. better than heine reaching for his wrist again, better than the split of flesh under his blade.
rin flinches in a muted crack of his spine. he relaxes in the next moment, trying to reaffirm his composure. not while heine's here. the weakness comes later, when he's alone, when no one's around to see and judge him for it.
yeah, maybe he came from a world that boasted sunsets and ocean tides. maybe blood isn't yet an accessory he knows to wear.
but he'll do it. he has to.
so rin refocuses, trying to pick up the thread of the conversation. ]
Thinking about friends?
[ a question lightly posed, friendly rather than probing. ]
no subject
at least it's something. better than heine reaching for his wrist again, better than the split of flesh under his blade.
rin flinches in a muted crack of his spine. he relaxes in the next moment, trying to reaffirm his composure. not while heine's here. the weakness comes later, when he's alone, when no one's around to see and judge him for it.
yeah, maybe he came from a world that boasted sunsets and ocean tides. maybe blood isn't yet an accessory he knows to wear.
but he'll do it. he has to.
so rin refocuses, trying to pick up the thread of the conversation. ]
Thinking about friends?
[ a question lightly posed, friendly rather than probing. ]