[ god. he takes in a deep breath and manages to just - suck it all in. he has to ignore the thoughts, because he has to frantically cling to some semblance of normality, to something, when he just wants - he just can't -
electricity sparks lightly over his knuckles, and he curls his hands tightly at his sides, dropping them and trying to put himself back together. it doesn't look like fei du's been crying or anything, but he looks haunted, half a mile away, dissociating out of his body. his thoughts are much of the same, that awful, tangled, staticky despair of words and discordant violin. ]
[that haunted expression is painful. she knows he's been through a lot - she's seen some of the hurts he's suffered, in his memories - and she knows just how much luo wenzhou means to him, so she can understand why he would react this way. why his thoughts would be the way that they are.
what she doesn't know is how she can help. she does know that she wants to, though.]
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electricity sparks lightly over his knuckles, and he curls his hands tightly at his sides, dropping them and trying to put himself back together. it doesn't look like fei du's been crying or anything, but he looks haunted, half a mile away, dissociating out of his body. his thoughts are much of the same, that awful, tangled, staticky despair of words and discordant violin. ]
... Did you need something?
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[that haunted expression is painful. she knows he's been through a lot - she's seen some of the hurts he's suffered, in his memories - and she knows just how much luo wenzhou means to him, so she can understand why he would react this way. why his thoughts would be the way that they are.
what she doesn't know is how she can help. she does know that she wants to, though.]