so insane
* @fmyuki
it's with yuki that he learns to communicate less with his voice; he learns about the spaces between words, pauses that swell with definitions, with gestures; he learns that, although subtle, the lines of yuki's lips carry a breadth of meaning that yohan is left to untangle with patient fingers.
with yuki, he learns to see the world as images -- he finds that pictures do tell thousands of words and he feels them against his skin like he would rain. sometimes he lets it pour in all at once, like puzzle pieces coming together: first as colors, then shapes, then the eventual forming of lines, curves against curves. form rises after.
sometimes, he takes his time putting pieces together, like he does now in the low lights of the small bar he's dragged yuki to. behind him, the bar glows dim, and small beads of light flutter around them like neon insects that land only to disappear; highlight yuki's nose only to fall to his lips, then his shoulders, then back to his cheek. he draws closer to put a drink in yuki's hand with a quiet smile before he steps back, tries to recall how to sign.
he mouths as he signs; the words come out like a dance: are you having fun?
