「★」〖 理由声 : ᐯOIᑕE Oᖴ ᖇEᗩᔕOᑎ 〗( fαι )
So; his wish had not gone according to the intended outcome, but the witch had warned him there was a chance positions could be switched. Nothing was for certain, no matter hard you tried to procure a precise target, the smallest hairline fracture could throw the loop in an entirely different set of motion. But this – well, he accepted this. He thought no less of any of his brother’s companions, especially not after catching their journey through jagged glimpses of dreams. The pieces were uneven and nonsensical, the colours, places, and people all scattered about, but they were enough to infer a good person from a bad one, and the man that wound up standing before him was not from a negative spectrum.
Though…. though he took care to bare the truth in fragments to him ( for the moment it was his wisest option ). Kurogane had been rough, confrontational, but also listened when his questions were answered and when he was warded against specific conditions that applied to this predicament. After recovering from the shock of being faced with someone who looked exactly like the man he’d been traveling with all this time, he seemed less reluctant to follow in his footsteps. Fai bid them forth with haste, intent on locating the rest of his… and his brother.
There wasn’t much time; madness was a sweeping thing, heavy and harsh as the wind pushed by a great bird’s wings, and Ashura had to be dealt with immediately. If he could, Fai would have liked to have seen Ashura live, but there was more at stake here by allowing that than simply finishing what Yuui could not. He didn’t know what would come of this confrontation, but he’d prayed it to be the lesser of two evils.
Together he turns the corner with Kurogane, and there painted against the landscape like some grotesque disharmony were the rest of the ‘pieces’, as Fei Wong may perceive them. Fai stops short in his tracks at the entrance, but Kurogane’s hurried forward to join the group. He’d meant to keep his distance for happiness’ sake, but —– ❛ ….Yuui. ❜ There’s connection between them and a spark ignites, but the dream breaks. For a moment a flicker of sorrow is carved upon his delicate features, then he places his hands against the small of his brother’s back and he closes his eyes, just breathing. ❛ I’m sorry you had to live like this for so long, not knowing the truth. ❜
Hearing his name, his real name was almost enough to break him-- and the voice that said was oh so familiar yet achingly strange. Because it was Fai, someone he had dreamed about countless times and had known from the moment he was born into the world. It was a voice he never thought that he would get to hear again, and one that was sweeter than any music he had ever heard and would ever hear.
And as he feels his brothers arms settle around him his own wrap around him in return, hooked across his back as his fingers clench tightly into the fabric of his clothing, as if he held on too loosely the world would dissolve around him and leave him with an aching in his chest and a longing in his heart. But Fai is oh so REAL as he holds him-- Yuui can feel his warmth and his heartbeat, heart the words that he speaks.
He pulls back (reluctantly), hands shifting to cup Fai’s face as he studies his features intently for a moment, eye scanning over him-- the look of disbelief is still on his face, painted with a combination of joy and sadness. Because to see Fai in front of him was greater than any dream-- but the memories push forward as well, painful thoughts of his death crowding to the front of his mind.
❛ --how are you here ?? ❜ Because it doesn’t make sense-- the last time he held Fai in such a manner was when he was cradling his broken body. And perhaps it’s not the best time to ask questions to figure things out, but Yuui was unable to hold it back as he stared at his twin. A tear slides down his cheek as the question is spoken, and there’s a soft crack to his voice as the emotions crowd to the surface. He doesn’t wipe the tears away, refuses to give up his hold on the other for even the second it would take to do so, refuses to take his eye off of him for fear that he might vanish.
