Trembling, tears flooding yellow hues as she approaches. Asking for help has never been Rumi's forte, always swallowing it down and ensuring others were taken care of above herself. Just this once.. she'll allow herself to show weakness. " Jinu.. " Voice soft and scared. " I need you.. "
* . ⊹ ꜱᴇᴏʟ ᴊɪɴᴜ › CHRYSANTHIMUM BRACLET LINGERED UPON WRIST , gaze fixated upon it as pad of thumb crosses over the intricate knot. Hopeless. A word often thrown his way via Gwi-ma, a word often left to stagnate in the recesses of his mind , a word that never truly grants him anything other than misery. Hope. A word he hadn't heard in centuries toward him, a word that he'd never uttered except to placate others, a word he knew would eventually burn away to ash. Yet...it stings and lingers, it burns into his wrist in the shape of this knotted gift, held out to him from a girl he knew would eventually have to face him -- a cruel irony that he wanted to escape from his destiny but had long been corralled into believing chains held tightly to wrists and pulled back against wall, neck choked to barely breathable capabilties.
Those footsteps alerted him, golden shifting up, only to vanish back to tender polished sienna when he noted who approached. Jinu is nothing if not soft for this girl, which is a weakness he cannot deny to himself ; she'd managed to pierce through that darkened armor, his chest exposed and beating heart waiting for blade to strike, for if not hers then the flames of Gwi-ma awaited him.
❝ Rumi? ❞ The question isn't so much a need to know who stands there but rather a question of: what are you doing here? Approaching him of her own volition felt foreign ; usually their meetings were planned, quiet solitudes that only the magenta of Gwi-ma focused upon, but today? Jeans straightened, he stands, slow steps approaching, guarded, a hand reaching out to touch her neck, bidding silence to their encounter as he watched those magenta patterns light up slowly ... not an illusion.
Retracted hand only lasts to give him a chance to cup her cheek, palm pressed to it as other pulls around her shaking form, softness ebbed into the encounter, his humanity thus clawing its way to the surface. ❝ I'm here. ❞ He doesn't ask, he doesn't assume, he remains quiet, letting her speak through her won volition ; it is proper to not speak over her...
unprompted || always accepting !
