he hears the sounds of distress even though on closer look nazuna's lips are stitched shut, transparent strings hidden under a layer of stage makeup, sees the terror reflected in his eyes.
except that this is also a nightmare, and shu realises with slightly dawning horror that he's trapped in the nightmare as much as nazuna is. all shu can do is watch from behind the eyes of his double as he seems to ignore nazuna's distress - completely disregards how nazuna's skin feels warm even through velvet gloves, grazing his gloved fingers along the line of nazuna's sharp jawline, skin soft and unmarred, porcelain perfect. ]
Look at me. [ and shu hears his own voice speak - it's commanding, powerful, ringing out on the empty stage even though there's no audience, it's just the two of them, watches as his own fingers move of their own accord, an experienced flick of his hand causing nazuna's head to snap back taut, almost painfully if it weren't so carefully controlled (so carefully because nazuna can't be broken, is too precious to be broken). ]
Beautiful. [ his own voice sounds too pleased, a soft murmur as he watches himself manipulate the strings attached to nazuna's limbs, positions his limp form into something vaguely resembling a lover's embrace, unnatural angles and sharp, unrelenting lines. ] That pleases me.
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he hears the sounds of distress even though on closer look nazuna's lips are stitched shut, transparent strings hidden under a layer of stage makeup, sees the terror reflected in his eyes.
except that this is also a nightmare, and shu realises with slightly dawning horror that he's trapped in the nightmare as much as nazuna is. all shu can do is watch from behind the eyes of his double as he seems to ignore nazuna's distress - completely disregards how nazuna's skin feels warm even through velvet gloves, grazing his gloved fingers along the line of nazuna's sharp jawline, skin soft and unmarred, porcelain perfect. ]
Look at me. [ and shu hears his own voice speak - it's commanding, powerful, ringing out on the empty stage even though there's no audience, it's just the two of them, watches as his own fingers move of their own accord, an experienced flick of his hand causing nazuna's head to snap back taut, almost painfully if it weren't so carefully controlled (so carefully because nazuna can't be broken, is too precious to be broken). ]
Beautiful. [ his own voice sounds too pleased, a soft murmur as he watches himself manipulate the strings attached to nazuna's limbs, positions his limp form into something vaguely resembling a lover's embrace, unnatural angles and sharp, unrelenting lines. ] That pleases me.