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@ovrblot​ liked!     /     jamil!     /     october.

Always this topic, again and again : Ruggie calling them a goody - two - shoes, naive and easy to take advantage of.  Vil’s careful non - apology and their surprise when Yuu accepts with ease that shows not blame.  HOW ARE YOU SO KIND, the constant undercurrent.  (  it’s funny, to yuu, who is not always kind at all.  )  “I want to love the world like it’s the last chance I’ll have to be alive and know it.”

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@ovrblot​ : for neige // he isn't certain what overcame him, but in watching neige ( idly / adoringly ) inspiration had struck and he had, in a fluid motion, pulled the long ribbon tying up part of his hair and gestured for neige to lean closer ( closer — closer, my dear ), fingers brushing gently against their face. looping the ribbon around his head was easy enough, tying it so a neat bow sat slanted to one side, long tails trailing. lian felt tender—molten, inside. and embarrassed. ❝ —— lovely. ❞

Neige follows the gesture to come closer unthinkingly, eyes curious and sweet.  He trusts Lian, and even if he didn’t, he’s not one to tell others no.  Those wide eyes get bigger, though, when fingers brush across their cheeks, when the ribbon that had once been in the other’s hair is tied around his head instead.  Neige imagines how they look, for a moment — pretty, they’re sure.  Handsome, charming.  They laugh, a habit, before they really process what’s happening or what Lian has said.  LOVELY.  Neige gets called lovely a lot, or words like it; cute, pretty, boyish, sweet.  It’s familiar.  It’s nicer from Lian, though.

Their cheeks heat and they don’t acknowledge it.  They’re not allowed.  “Li —— !”  He laughs and grins and his head tilts.  This is closeness, touch, Lian is always so perfect but something about their expression now seems —— reckless, maybe.  NOT IN A BAD WAY.  Neige laughs again.  “Do I look like a bad boy?”

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❛    crabby’s not here yet?   ❜  they were supposed to start practice fifteen minutes ago. floyd doesn’t like waiting. 

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@ovrblot​ : ❝ i’m not used to relying on other people. ❞ —— froooom jamil     /     accepting.

“Yeah,” comes their steady reply — there’s no distaste, or anger, or disapproval in their tone, even as they carefully clean the wound on his face with one of the cloths they keep on them to clean their own injuries, dampened with water from their water bottle.  “It’s a tough skill to learn.”

They don’t remember the first parents at all.  Sometimes they think they might, if only in blurs, but they have no way of knowing what’s true memory and what they’ve imagined.  But they know that for the first few years at the orphanage, they hadn’t let anyone touch them when they got hurt.  They didn’t let anyone clean wounds or even see them, if they could help it.  They didn’t know how to let others help; even young, the first five years were a hazy blur.  But they were enough to convince them that to accept care / to rely on others was to signal weakness that would be used to do harm.

It’s why they hadn’t asked what happened when they found him with a nasty cut on his face.  Just asked if they had permission to touch him and got to work.  Without time to refuse, he’d been forced to accept the care, and Yuu knows that maybe they should be afraid of Jamil and maybe they should let him handle it as he certainly can, but Yuu is ——

But Yuu needs to know he’s okay.

“Just about done.  I’ve got bandages if you want one, but it’s probably not necessary.”  It’s not a small cut, exactly, but it seems fairly clean.  They drop the cloth and inspect, expression pinching for a moment before they’re apparently contented with what they find.  “I’m sure you know all this, but keep it clean.  It’s not bad, but it is deep.  If it gets infected, that’d suck.”  They don’t look at him as they toss the cloth into an empty pocket of their bag — it’s not to avoid his gaze.  It’s to give him a moment, if he needs one, as they so often did before.  as they so often do now, not that anyone is saving the savior.

When they finally look back to the other, one of those rare and sunny smiles plays across their face — sincere, no hiding.  “And thanks for letting me help.”

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“That was really close —— are you okay?”  HEARTLESS IN A PLACE LIKE THIS...Hana remembers precious little, but moving between worlds is intuitive even if she doesn’t know why that would be.  It’s a good thing she’d wound up here, though; this one nearly lost his heart.  She wills her keyblade away and constructs a weak smile for the other.  “Sorry if it was scary.  But it’s okay now.”