closed RP | hal-cyonic | reunion | past life au
He’s drowning, he’s drowning, he’s drowning, his nose and throat closing up, his lungs burning and protesting, forced to give up his precious air. But he’s not even in water, his brain distantly realizes as he scrabbles at Riku in a panic. It’s the thing inside him, it’s welling up in frustration and anger, powerful like a tsunami, pushing at the limits of his mind and body, and Makoto is helpless to do anything but go under.
Just when Makoto is on the verge of blacking out, it roars with purpose, as if finally realizing its influence over him. Reacting to Riku’s concern.
In the next moment everything is quiet.
He drags in ragged breath after ragged breath, trembling with cold despite the warmth of the night. The thrum in his ears has abated, reduced only to a gentle patter of rain. Instinctively now, he knows that the thing inside him wants to get out— but for some reason can’t, not without hurting him, which it doesn’t want to do.
The thought isn’t comforting at the moment.
Makoto slowly focuses his attention on Riku, his eyes guarded.
"Wh…What was that? What did you do?"
"I-- it wasn't me. You..."
He looks almost ashamed of himself.
"You aren't ready yet, that's all. Your body has been human for so long... I wish you could tell me the answers yourself. I only know what happened before."
He presses his hands to Makoto's chest, hoping to warm him with a spell -- Riku can see him shivering, can feel his trembling under his fingers. Inside him, though, his worry is fighting with happiness -- Makoto's here, under his hands, back where he's meant to be. Not far away, out of reach, undetectable. But he needs to tend to Makoto before he can let those feelings go where they would.
"I'm sorry. This must be... scary."
