genesismaiden:
It wasn’t like him to falter so extensively — whatever it was he felt compelled to say, he took every opportunity to delay the matter. The account began grim and snowballed from there. At each breath, Misaki found herself increasingly yearning for the story to end, and yet it continued, the next an additional blade lodging itself in. She could scarcely imagine it — she’d lost Kourin, she’d seen Kai driven to insanity, but nothing… nothing compared to this. Nothing could have prepared her for the depth of horrors that Rain had been witness to, and an ordeal he had endured since being thrown back into his world.
And somehow, he was still Rain. He’d let grief, wrath and vengeance consume him, but the person in front of her was still the friend she always treasured. He wasn’t a monster thirsting for blood and anarchy. He was Rain.
Awkward and kind-hearted and a little self-conscious. The very idea that he could become someone.. something so warped… she could feel the blade slip through her heart. Nobody should be put through such a horrific ordeal, and somehow he had the strength to regain himself, he had felt the courage to open up about this rather than bottle it up and let it brew into a toxic concoction that would destroy him from the inside-out. Before she knew it, he was apologising and how she’d ceased breathing clicked.
“No. No, I—… I’m sorry”.
Ordinarily she was reserved enough to value her personal space more than most, but in this moment, she couldn’t care less about it. Her arms swung, embracing the knight and tucking her chin into his shoulder; as much she felt the urge to cry welling, he was the one who suffered tremendously and she needed to comfort him, support him through all he carried. “I’m sorry you went through all of it. I wish… I could do anything to help”. Tight grew her throat; as witness to her friends’ agony, Misaki had always felt frustratingly helpless and agonised by their torment — the people she loved had been through enough, but something was adamant to continue testing them.
“Thank you for coming back to your senses".
“oh, don’t be sorry! it’s alright. I’ll always have the memories of her, ones that I won’t ever forget. she helped nurse me and offered shelter when no one else would, I’m so grateful for that... always will be. cherish the good times, right? that’s what I think, at least.” he hadn’t meant to dampen the mood, it was just a moment of needing to clear things up, and Misaki lending an ear was a great comfort.
though he admits he never expected physical contact; normally she’s one for breathing space, evident from the many times Rain has teased her on purpose, just to get a reaction out of her. the hug isn’t taken for granted. a hand gently soothes her back, signalling that everything is okay now and things are going better. there’s no reason for her to worry so much. “come on, don’t get upset. I’m really fine! you know me well enough by now, I always get back up again no matter what happens. no need to think about it more than necessary.
what do you say we get something to drink? like—” there’s a small pause while trying to think of something suitable for both of them. “...tea? unless you’d prefer something else. I’m sure you’ll feel a little better after. nothing beats the comfortable kind of warming sensation a hot drink gives you. I’m definitely right on this one, you’ll see!”













