He is focused on Gin’s expression now, intent on understanding. So rarely they’ve talked like this, and he has been so absorbed in his own matters that he failed to consider. But no matter how aloof he appears, it’s not as if he doesn’t care, either. He is listening.
DOES he really want that? Ryuunosuke’s immediate response would have been a NO. If there is such a desire within him, he’s tucked it deep down and far out of sight, whether out of necessity or denial. Wishes like those are reserved for people privileged to lead lives that haven’t been dragged through the mud from the very moment they were born, forced to fight with tooth and nail in every waking hour just for survival. There has never been any such opportunity.
No matter how much it’s seemed this way in his mind, that he must always have been doing, doing, striving, on his own because he was gifted, or because he has to prove something to himself or someone else, and considered himself isolated, there has in fact always been a certain person right there, if he had stopped to look just once.
If Gin were to look back at him, her brother’s gaze has suddenly dropped to the table. Not because he’s ceased to give her his attention this time; but he’s broken his unyielding stare.
“…No.” He says it, quietly. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
❁ with fingers pinching at the white fabric of their dress and knuckles the center of their attention, they can feel a slight chill down their spine. they worry that their words will fall wrong, that he’ll become defensive and they’ll be back at square one. she’s shocked that rather than a grunt of disapproval, she hears something unexpected. eyes shining pale grey widen and hair falls over her face in its usual way as she looks up suddenly, knuckles still clinging to the fabric on her lap.
seeing him like this is quite strange. not that she hasn’t seen it before - but it’s been far too long for her to remember it clearly. they’d grown used to living in the shadow of the brother who held a gift so terrifyingly monstrous. rashomon never frightened her ; the ability had a soft - spot in her heart, despite the horrors that occurred at the hands of her brother now, it was once the reason for their survival. but she couldn’t help but connect their arrival into the mafia and the distance that separated them now to the way others see such an ability. gin shakes her head with a sigh that says nothing more than “it’s fine”. never one to speak too much, afraid of the sound of her own voice after suppressing it for so long, communication is most often done through the sounds of these sighs as well as various facial differences seen above the mask.
courage is stronger in her brother’s presence, though, lungs feeling fuller and throat less tight. “ i didn’t want you to apologize i just ... wish you would talk to me sometimes. ” the end of her words is almost a whisper, each syllable becoming quieter as she speaks. “ it doesn’t even have to be me. one day there’s gonna be too much inside that you’ve never let out ... ”
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