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[Team Three] Tears
Messiah blurb.
Post-TWILIGHT and Pre-Reimei
Super excited for September but also a little scared of all the pain that is to come. And I mean, it's Messiah. It's going to be endless pain.
Tears form at the edges of his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall. He cannot show weakness now, he has not the room for it. And besides, he should be focusing on surviving rather than grieving, rather than frustration. So Hinamori pulls himself up and gets the hell out of the building. Outside, he runs into Miike and Sugiura and they help him, pull him to the transport arranged by SAKURA that is supposed to get them out of this place.
Somewhere in the distance he sees fighting. A lone figure standing amidst a growing number of corpses. Hinamori knows it’s Salyut. It’s the other’s last dance. A dance of death.
He has to admit that there is some kind of morbid beauty to it and Hinamori inwardly sends a final salute to the other. Not that Salyut would really care but Hinamori does it anyway. Then, the gigantic research lab of the North disappears in a flurry of snow and then the distance.
Back at the Church HInamori gets patched up again. He lets things happen but instead of trying to relax and closing his eyes, his eyes are wide open. He might not dislike medical institutions, sterile rooms and physicians, as much as his Messiah but Hinamori sure does not feel neutral about them either. Hospital beds remind him of his long, forced slumber. And that is why he keeps his eyes wide open, keeps them focused on a stain on the ceiling, on something that roots him to reality, to the world of the living, the awake.
Once the doctors give him the ‘ok’ to leave, he goes back to his room. No, their room.
The SAKURA coat is all they had been able to recover from the research facility. It is badly damaged, burns, tears and whatnot and would probably have been tossed if Ichijima were still in charge - though really, Hinamori would bet his ass that he still was - but Momose must have saved it and put it on Kogure’s bed.
Walking over to the empty bed, Hinamori touches the coat intently and then sinks onto his knees. The myriad of feelings wells up inside of him at the same time as the tears do in his eyes. He allows them to fall now.
“I’ll get you back, Kogure. I promise.”
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thesecretdoor
Post-TWILIGHT and Pre-Reimei
Super excited for September but also a little scared of all the pain that is to come. And I mean, it's Messiah. It's going to be endless pain.
Tears form at the edges of his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall. He cannot show weakness now, he has not the room for it. And besides, he should be focusing on surviving rather than grieving, rather than frustration. So Hinamori pulls himself up and gets the hell out of the building. Outside, he runs into Miike and Sugiura and they help him, pull him to the transport arranged by SAKURA that is supposed to get them out of this place.
Somewhere in the distance he sees fighting. A lone figure standing amidst a growing number of corpses. Hinamori knows it’s Salyut. It’s the other’s last dance. A dance of death.
He has to admit that there is some kind of morbid beauty to it and Hinamori inwardly sends a final salute to the other. Not that Salyut would really care but Hinamori does it anyway. Then, the gigantic research lab of the North disappears in a flurry of snow and then the distance.
Back at the Church HInamori gets patched up again. He lets things happen but instead of trying to relax and closing his eyes, his eyes are wide open. He might not dislike medical institutions, sterile rooms and physicians, as much as his Messiah but Hinamori sure does not feel neutral about them either. Hospital beds remind him of his long, forced slumber. And that is why he keeps his eyes wide open, keeps them focused on a stain on the ceiling, on something that roots him to reality, to the world of the living, the awake.
Once the doctors give him the ‘ok’ to leave, he goes back to his room. No, their room.
The SAKURA coat is all they had been able to recover from the research facility. It is badly damaged, burns, tears and whatnot and would probably have been tossed if Ichijima were still in charge - though really, Hinamori would bet his ass that he still was - but Momose must have saved it and put it on Kogure’s bed.
Walking over to the empty bed, Hinamori touches the coat intently and then sinks onto his knees. The myriad of feelings wells up inside of him at the same time as the tears do in his eyes. He allows them to fall now.
“I’ll get you back, Kogure. I promise.”
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thesecretdoor