I couldn't forget. [ there's just a bit of fondness to nazuna's voice as he starts to push himself out of bed, gingerly touching the cold floor and starting to pull a sweatshirt on. slowly, the images of the dream are already starting to fade away--the phantom ache on his lips that appeared when he woke up has disappeared, and he's felt himself starting to calm down.
even just hearing shu's voice on the phone is helping. it makes it harder and harder to believe that the shu of his dreams--cold, obsessive, sovereign--is anywhere close to real.
he's relieved, too. nazuna zips his hoodie up and slips outside, stepping out into the brisk autumn air. the fog that has invaded the city is normal, and it makes the stillness of the early morning even eerier than usual. it's not a far walk to shu's--five minutes, not that he's ever counted--but he jams his unoccupied hand into his pocket and starts to walk, briskly.
he's stayed on this phone the whole time, though, and he pauses as he gets walking. ] ...I won't make you stay on the phone. [ because he knows shu, knows that he hates phones (and when his students forget to point their toes, and overly cutesy pop music, and closed in, crowded places) but he can't push away the brief overhang in his statement, a but i'd like it if you did he doesn't really want to say.
he huffs, smiles a little to himself. ] But, it's really creepy outside. It reminds me of that Halloween choreography I had to learn for a movie. It was really cheesy, because you didn't write it. Do you remember that?
[ maybe just the five minutes. maybe he's not ready to be alone yet. (if shu hangs up, nazuna wouldn't blame him--he's being selfish, but shu's voice was a comfort he missed for all the years shu was gone.) ]
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even just hearing shu's voice on the phone is helping. it makes it harder and harder to believe that the shu of his dreams--cold, obsessive, sovereign--is anywhere close to real.
he's relieved, too. nazuna zips his hoodie up and slips outside, stepping out into the brisk autumn air. the fog that has invaded the city is normal, and it makes the stillness of the early morning even eerier than usual. it's not a far walk to shu's--five minutes, not that he's ever counted--but he jams his unoccupied hand into his pocket and starts to walk, briskly.
he's stayed on this phone the whole time, though, and he pauses as he gets walking. ] ...I won't make you stay on the phone. [ because he knows shu, knows that he hates phones (and when his students forget to point their toes, and overly cutesy pop music, and closed in, crowded places) but he can't push away the brief overhang in his statement, a but i'd like it if you did he doesn't really want to say.
he huffs, smiles a little to himself. ] But, it's really creepy outside. It reminds me of that Halloween choreography I had to learn for a movie. It was really cheesy, because you didn't write it. Do you remember that?
[ maybe just the five minutes. maybe he's not ready to be alone yet. (if shu hangs up, nazuna wouldn't blame him--he's being selfish, but shu's voice was a comfort he missed for all the years shu was gone.) ]