➳:your muse says their first “i love you” to my muse.
「 ✩ ; Head held by balled fists, knuckles white as she tries to calm herself, and Yaten is barely holding herself together. She hates this, the feeling of weakness as her anger flares. She’s angry at herself for acting like such a child; she’s lived for half a millennium, there’s no excuse to be acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
And yet, she can’t stop herself as she feels tears, hot and angry, run down her cheeks. It’s frustrating, and though she knows she doesn’t bear the burden alone, Taiki and Seiya have such level heads – in the face of destruction, after losing their homes, and losing track of their princess, it’s Yaten that seems to be the weak link in it all.
It’s only been a few weeks since losing Kinmoku, since losing Kakyuu, and the horrors of it all are only now sinking deep into Yaten’s heart. Sharp canines dig harsh into her lip, hard enough to cut the delicate skin, and she takes a shuttering breath. For a moment in her state, she takes the time to silently thank Tankei that her sisters in arms aren’t present. The last thing she wants is for either one to see her like this.
So it’s only natural when the door swings open, and Yaten is faced by the brunette, whose deep, violet eyes watch her almost pityingly. It’s enough to set the star healer off. Painted lips part, prepared to yell, to scream, to berate; it’s out of sheer anger, anger directed at herself, and not at Taiki, but she hardly cares, she’s prepared to do it anyways. But no more than a peep manages to escape her before long arms encircle her fragile frame, drawing her close, and Yaten stands, petrified, for several moments.
It’s a sentiment she’s hardly expecting, and from Taiki, it’s out of character to say the least. They were technically sisters, born from the same crystal, along with Seiya, but there was little family bonds to be found between them. Even as mothering as the brunette can be, it’s often not a characteristic that Yaten is graced with, which makes it all the more shocking, borderline harrowing, when Taiki’s arms tighten, and a strong but gentle hand is rested against the mop of silver that was the eldest’s hair. Her body shook, leaning into the touch unwillingly, and her face presses against that of Taiki’s shoulder.
It was a common saying on Earth, one she has heard many times in the weeks since arriving, that those that love one another provide shoulder to cry on, and Yaten wonders for a moment if the other has heard similar things said, or if her motives are something else entirely. She doesn’t let the thought linger for long; it’s hard to focus, after all, in her state, so instead, she simply blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.
Had they ever said it to one another? Had any of them even uttered the words before? It feels like a foreign language falling from her bitten lips, and though she doesn’t understand the words well, she knows that she means them. Her arms don’t return the hug, she feels weak enough to collapse, and can’t seem to be bothered to hug back, but the other hardly seems to mind it. Yaten can’t bear to look at her, though, afraid that the normal disapproving, neutral gaze that the brunette took would still be present, disapproving of Yaten’s confession, and it’s something that the eldest doesn’t want to know.
All she needs to know is that she loves Taiki, and she loves Seiya too. They’re her family, her sisters, and come hell or high water, she would always love them.
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