[Sousuke watches his god slide under the water. It’s a strange feeling. This guy’s become the most constant thing in his life. He’s frustrated him to no end. He’s comforted him more than anything else he’s experienced. He’s answered him as best he can. He’s kept things from him because he has to. He’s trained with him and always reminded Sousuke that he’s human. He’s respected his individuality and his wants. He’s suffered when Sousuke’s frustrations swelled beyond his limits. He’s kept a firm hand to reign in his shinki when he does things he doesn’t know are bad for him. They’ve answered prayers together, they’ve made mistakes together, they’ve spent amusing mornings together. His entire life, new and short as it is, has more or less been revolved about Rin.
And now he’s watching him sink beneath the surface like he’s dead.
Yeah, it’s a morbid thought, but considering how limp Rin is and the way the water closes around him after soaking into his clothes… The red petals that settled amid the center of the inward ripple seem to seal off the deal and Sousuke’s eyes focus on the figure beneath the shimmering surface. He doesn’t think Rin’s stupid; he knows he’s not in any danger of drowning… and yet, his heart is going ninety miles an hour, his entire body is as hard as a rock and tense as a wire. He’s terrified. Every muscles and nerve screams for him to scramble out of the water and run up the stairs to the top of the castle…
But he’s also calm. The water laps around his chest and he seems to feel it in a familiar sense. Like it’s happened before. There’s something inside him that enjoys the touch. The way the water licks against his skin and offers to support him. If he were to merely give a small hop, he’d be floating within the pool. Its embrace invites him as much as it repels him. While he wants to say it’s only the sight of Rin beneath the water that keeps him here… it’s a lie. It’s the water. The pool. He wants to be here, where he can open his fingers and slide his arms forward, feeling the pool flow between his fingers and caress his knuckles. His beating heart makes his wrists hot, but the water cools them down. Its rhythmic touch does the opposite of his fears.
Teal eyes, wide as they are, can’t block any of it out. And most definitely not the sight of his god suddenly go drifting through the water. Turning to face the floor, his legs moving in a manner than can only be called practiced. Sousuke can’t help but stare at the way Rin moves, gliding beneath the surface like… like some kind of shark. It’s graceful and surreal, banishing for a moment both fear and comfort and replaces the pair with complete awe. Rin’s swimming… It’s a sight he’s never seen before and it sinks into his mind, the barest brush of the water heralding his path beneath it, dotted with floating petals of red. He’s captivated immediately… and as Rin rises from the water, bangs pushing back and his hand touching an obviously-no-longer-hurting neck, it’s the shinki’s throat that run’s dry and his legs alternate between weak and locking up.
Rin’s looking at him… and he’s suddenly aware he probably looks like a stupid fool right now. The shinki blinks once and abruptly looks to the side, heard averted and his hands slid into his soaking pockets.]
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And now he’s watching him sink beneath the surface like he’s dead.
Yeah, it’s a morbid thought, but considering how limp Rin is and the way the water closes around him after soaking into his clothes… The red petals that settled amid the center of the inward ripple seem to seal off the deal and Sousuke’s eyes focus on the figure beneath the shimmering surface. He doesn’t think Rin’s stupid; he knows he’s not in any danger of drowning… and yet, his heart is going ninety miles an hour, his entire body is as hard as a rock and tense as a wire. He’s terrified. Every muscles and nerve screams for him to scramble out of the water and run up the stairs to the top of the castle…
But he’s also calm. The water laps around his chest and he seems to feel it in a familiar sense. Like it’s happened before. There’s something inside him that enjoys the touch. The way the water licks against his skin and offers to support him. If he were to merely give a small hop, he’d be floating within the pool. Its embrace invites him as much as it repels him. While he wants to say it’s only the sight of Rin beneath the water that keeps him here… it’s a lie. It’s the water. The pool. He wants to be here, where he can open his fingers and slide his arms forward, feeling the pool flow between his fingers and caress his knuckles. His beating heart makes his wrists hot, but the water cools them down. Its rhythmic touch does the opposite of his fears.
Teal eyes, wide as they are, can’t block any of it out. And most definitely not the sight of his god suddenly go drifting through the water. Turning to face the floor, his legs moving in a manner than can only be called practiced. Sousuke can’t help but stare at the way Rin moves, gliding beneath the surface like… like some kind of shark. It’s graceful and surreal, banishing for a moment both fear and comfort and replaces the pair with complete awe. Rin’s swimming… It’s a sight he’s never seen before and it sinks into his mind, the barest brush of the water heralding his path beneath it, dotted with floating petals of red. He’s captivated immediately… and as Rin rises from the water, bangs pushing back and his hand touching an obviously-no-longer-hurting neck, it’s the shinki’s throat that run’s dry and his legs alternate between weak and locking up.
Rin’s looking at him… and he’s suddenly aware he probably looks like a stupid fool right now. The shinki blinks once and abruptly looks to the side, heard averted and his hands slid into his soaking pockets.]
It’s fine.