[ it strikes choso still, strikes him silent and stupid where he sits that for the seconds that yuji allows him this glimpse, choso spends all of it wide-eyed and staring. he forgets how to blink. how to breathe. his expression, that which had started out measured and calm, drains away like a severed jugular hand in hand with the remaining colour in choso’s face.
yuji’s soul is the ocean deeps and it is teeming with monsters that know choso by name.
(can yuji feel it? the opening of this door that should have never been opened, it admits visitors from both sides. yuji’s grief finds a ghostly reflection in choso’s and a guilt that’s rooted itself into his soul like a choking mat of kudzu: pervasive, persistent, consuming. it snakes higher, flourishes in the sudden calamitous deluge of yuji’s ruinous tide, digs its insidious roots into choso’s dread and burgeoning horror.)
in the long moments after yuji turns off the connection, choso only sits staring at the ring on his hand, dry of eye but with a cold sweat dampening his brow. ]
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yuji’s soul is the ocean deeps and it is teeming with monsters that know choso by name.
(can yuji feel it? the opening of this door that should have never been opened, it admits visitors from both sides. yuji’s grief finds a ghostly reflection in choso’s and a guilt that’s rooted itself into his soul like a choking mat of kudzu: pervasive, persistent, consuming. it snakes higher, flourishes in the sudden calamitous deluge of yuji’s ruinous tide, digs its insidious roots into choso’s dread and burgeoning horror.)
in the long moments after yuji turns off the connection, choso only sits staring at the ring on his hand, dry of eye but with a cold sweat dampening his brow. ]