[ as they dance, moving to the tune of the music, nazuna can just hear it--there are small voices mixed in, and they sound haunting. they're sobbing, three little voices that nazuna wonders are just some sort of reflection of his own, the one he can't seem to make.
itsuki--no, shu, this isn't itsuki--says his name--nito, not nazuna, that he's known since they were preteens--and it takes his attention back away from the music. shu's in front of him and talking, holding him as if he was something precious and pure. it's twisted with something angry, something horrifying and so unlike his mentor, the teacher who has been with him since he was still learning how to plie, that it turns his veins to ice.
it's not just that, either, as shu starts to let go, nazuna panics, his eyes widening even further--his eyes drop away and look at his hands, they're made of porcelain, and he's falling, falling-- ]
--! [ and then, right before he's going to hit the ground, nazuna practically leaps to a sitting position in bed, no words coming out of his mouth as he throws the blankets off of him. he looks left, right, and then down at his fingers, which are trembling, but human, soft pale pink skin and normal.
nazuna takes in a deep, shaky breath. his heart is still pounding against his chest at approximately a million miles an hour, and slowly, he comes to his senses. his face is wet, and he reaches up to touch his lips, just to check. he can still hear shu's voice--my perfect creation, my best masterpiece--but....
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itsuki--no, shu, this isn't itsuki--says his name--nito, not nazuna, that he's known since they were preteens--and it takes his attention back away from the music. shu's in front of him and talking, holding him as if he was something precious and pure. it's twisted with something angry, something horrifying and so unlike his mentor, the teacher who has been with him since he was still learning how to plie, that it turns his veins to ice.
it's not just that, either, as shu starts to let go, nazuna panics, his eyes widening even further--his eyes drop away and look at his hands, they're made of porcelain, and he's falling, falling-- ]
--! [ and then, right before he's going to hit the ground, nazuna practically leaps to a sitting position in bed, no words coming out of his mouth as he throws the blankets off of him. he looks left, right, and then down at his fingers, which are trembling, but human, soft pale pink skin and normal.
nazuna takes in a deep, shaky breath. his heart is still pounding against his chest at approximately a million miles an hour, and slowly, he comes to his senses. his face is wet, and he reaches up to touch his lips, just to check. he can still hear shu's voice--my perfect creation, my best masterpiece--but....
nothing.
it was just a dream. ]