[ When the dust finally settles, it really is just the two of them. Messer thinks — this is okay. It's okay to stay alive, to be here. Under the glare of halogen, in the cold, feeling anything but. An unlikely moment, but one he can't take for granted, not in good conscience. Not now that they've sent barrier after barrier collapsing beneath this weight that grounds him, that rests his wings. In reply, he's silent, deathly so, invoking his own callsign. Some of his former sharpness glints through, even as his opposite arm shifts, crossing over his middle. Messer catches Kaname's hand and steadies it over his heart. ]
Don't mistake me, Kaname-san.
[ His fingers tighten over her hand, willful and kind, meeting her playfulness with a piercing gaze. He's seen it, how she's content to play off her concerns and her whispers of melancholy by offering smiles, by placating. They're not so dissimilar. Except she has always been too honest, and he has always been too headstrong.
His thumb trails over the top of her hand, over the most delicate of bones, atop the sound of his heart. His gaze stays intent on her. ]
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[ When the dust finally settles, it really is just the two of them. Messer thinks — this is okay. It's okay to stay alive, to be here. Under the glare of halogen, in the cold, feeling anything but. An unlikely moment, but one he can't take for granted, not in good conscience. Not now that they've sent barrier after barrier collapsing beneath this weight that grounds him, that rests his wings. In reply, he's silent, deathly so, invoking his own callsign. Some of his former sharpness glints through, even as his opposite arm shifts, crossing over his middle. Messer catches Kaname's hand and steadies it over his heart. ]
Don't mistake me, Kaname-san.
[ His fingers tighten over her hand, willful and kind, meeting her playfulness with a piercing gaze. He's seen it, how she's content to play off her concerns and her whispers of melancholy by offering smiles, by placating. They're not so dissimilar. Except she has always been too honest, and he has always been too headstrong.
His thumb trails over the top of her hand, over the most delicate of bones, atop the sound of his heart. His gaze stays intent on her. ]