[he can't help himself. even in his sleepiness, haru's spine goes ramrod straight, eyes sharpening in a way they simply have not been yet this whole time.]
Even if it's just playing...don't do that. Not to Makoto.
[then he remembers who he's talking to, that she couldn't possibly know, that she isn't even human. how much haru himself hates it when people simply expect him to know or understand certain things, and the tiredness returns. he shifts, glancing away all over again.]
Please.
[he adds, which sounds like an apology and it's clumsy but he means it, shakes his head and cannot meet oona's eyes again when he answers her question.]
Most people. Never mind.
You'll see. If you get to know him.
[in his own ways, haru is plenty evasive, a star-act if disappearing is the only act happening. he shrugs his own words away and absently readjusts his sling, returning to crouch near the water's edge again, letting his left hand trail like he did before. there is something soothing. and maybe it's only because water has been his solace all his life but it's a little late to change that now. he can't explain himself to people he knows -- rin, makoto -- and so trying with someone new isn't something he'd consider.
his mind snags on makoto though; if it didn't feel like a trespass, he'd tell oona: makoto is afraid.
deep-hearted fear. people made of shadows walking in a solemn line for those they've lost. an ocean uncontrollable in the dead of night.
the fear of things being taken really.
it's not haru's to tell though.
he swallows a thought. not ordinarily stumbling to keep conversation, he does find he wants to get away from the topic of makoto badly enough that he hears his own words come out of his mouth with some surprise,]
I lost them.
...the earrings.
In the flood.
[his ears are pink which is evidently where haru's blushes start -- a fainter cast across the sharps of his cheekbones and he ducks his head a little more.]
I'm sorry.
[ they were a gift after all. he never even got to wear them, come to think of it. ]
/smooshes them too tbh shakes the heavens!!!
Even if it's just playing...don't do that. Not to Makoto.
[then he remembers who he's talking to, that she couldn't possibly know, that she isn't even human. how much haru himself hates it when people simply expect him to know or understand certain things, and the tiredness returns. he shifts, glancing away all over again.]
Please.
[he adds, which sounds like an apology and it's clumsy but he means it, shakes his head and cannot meet oona's eyes again when he answers her question.]
Most people. Never mind.
You'll see. If you get to know him.
[in his own ways, haru is plenty evasive, a star-act if disappearing is the only act happening. he shrugs his own words away and absently readjusts his sling, returning to crouch near the water's edge again, letting his left hand trail like he did before. there is something soothing. and maybe it's only because water has been his solace all his life but it's a little late to change that now. he can't explain himself to people he knows -- rin, makoto -- and so trying with someone new isn't something he'd consider.
his mind snags on makoto though; if it didn't feel like a trespass, he'd tell oona: makoto is afraid.
deep-hearted fear. people made of shadows walking in a solemn line for those they've lost. an ocean uncontrollable in the dead of night.
the fear of things being taken really.
it's not haru's to tell though.
he swallows a thought. not ordinarily stumbling to keep conversation, he does find he wants to get away from the topic of makoto badly enough that he hears his own words come out of his mouth with some surprise,]
I lost them.
...the earrings.
In the flood.
[his ears are pink which is evidently where haru's blushes start -- a fainter cast across the sharps of his cheekbones and he ducks his head a little more.]
I'm sorry.
[ they were a gift after all. he never even got to wear them, come to think of it. ]