fried: (one hundred four)

[personal profile] fried 2025-04-02 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ a huff of a laugh, at that. he tries, half heartedly, to pout at the flick like she might pout at him, but he only slightly manages. ]

You continue to be too kind to me.

[ anyway. he doesn't see the point in talking about it if there isn't a solution. he knows better than to expect a happy ending, and it makes him feel like he's going to drift away. he's spent so much time trying to hold on to anything but nihility these days, so.

he changes the subject. ]


Will you tell me what will happen to you after all of this?
fried: (fifty-nine)

[personal profile] fried 2025-04-03 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ he'll come back to it eventually, probably. for now, he has to get the focus off himself before he explodes. ]

Haha, ah... I'd be terrified, if I was that unwanted visitor. [ a beat. ] Will you get to see your friends again?

[ he thinks about her last conversations with them a lot, the ones he saw. ]
fried: (twelve)

[personal profile] fried 2025-04-03 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't imagine anybody would resist your call.

[ a little smile. ]

If only you could call upon me, as well. I would bring the full force of the Yaoqing. [ he figures feixiao would be down. ]
fried: twt: xxltty (twenty-five)

[personal profile] fried 2025-04-05 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ noooOOOOOOO he gets all emotional about this, dragging in a shaky breath. ugh. it really is something to be told that you're loved.

a beat, and he shifts to slip his arms around her in return, hugging her.

he struggles a little with it because it's still terrifying to say out loud, it's still hard to get the words out. writing them was easier. but. ]


... I love you too, Ellie. [ scary, scary. but he means it. ]
fried: (one hundred fourteen)

[personal profile] fried 2025-04-05 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he goes SO red. aaaaaaaa. he does not know how to handle this sort of thing!!

but he doesn't hate it, and it makes him feel warm, makes him feel - worth it, he supposes, which is something he struggles with consistently. he cares for her a lot, and it makes his eyes burn, his throat feel tight. this entire week has been like saying goodbye over and over again.

a little shuddery sigh, and then: ]


Let's not go too far. [ weakly. he's not the best, he doesn't think, but. ] I will never forget you.
Edited 2025-04-05 15:04 (UTC)