@revealheart / starter call!!
❅ : the world was never black and white, and now it only seems to exist in shades of grey. her world - or this world - neither of them mattered if they were devoid of her friends, lost to the dark below. and she had only fallen herself - or had she? what was the truth anymore: what was real, and what was the product of a mind pushed to the brink of what was tolerable?
she was alone again anyways. that was certainly true, in spite of her best efforts. would it have mattered if they had somehow prevailed against cinder, when the only ones left had been her and jaune? a victory like that, even under impossible circumstances, would have rang hollow, empty - lonely. it would not have been a victory, not like that.
in the singularity of her heart’s own reverie, she almost doesn’t see him - for nothing else exists right now but the replaying of their last moments, over and over again - but that little wave he offers catches her gaze and anchors her, however tentatively to the reality at hand.
weiss thinks she would like to cry, but the tears don’t come. akira’s a familiar face, but she barely knows anything about him the more she thinks about it. still: there are small comforts in the world, and at least she does not think him the sort to mock her when she’s down in the depths of her own sorrow.
‘hello.’ she can do better than that. even her voice sounds hollowed out, an echo of what formerly was.
‘it’s… good to see a familiar face in this awful place.’ still hollow, but perhaps the best she can manage without sinking back beneath the surface. ‘how are you doing? i don’t remember how long it’s been since i was last… here.’
They had been co-workers once upon a time, and often spoke to one another during their shifts. Akira remembers those days, fleeting as they were. How they had once been comfortable making subtle jokes and the way Sandalphon would chide them in getting back to work. They're fond memories, but memories are all they are. It has, after all, been a long while since he's seen her and even longer since he noticed her name disappear from his contacts.
So when he sees her, he can't help but feel a smile tug at him. And judging by her reaction, she remembered him, thank goodness. "Been awhile." He says, shifting to open the plastic bag he'd been carrying at his side. She looks like there's something on her mind that she'd rather not talk about but it's clear that she's genuine in what she says. "About a year, I think. But who's counting?" he snorts after saying so, it really isn't a big deal.
After shuffling around the contents of said bag, he finally fishes something out and hands it to her. It's nothing too grand, just a danish he'd originally gotten for himself but Weiss definitely looks like she needs it more in the moment and he'd had plenty of them already. "You look like you're having a hard time. Mind if I poorly attempt to make you feel better by providing you with a snack?" Things like this always made him feel better, after all. "There's plenty more if you're not a fan of that."
