[ color toji surprised at the location, though it comes with a sour taste at the back of his throat he doesn't care for. it doesn't bear thinking about, the people who used to live there. dying's just another form of leaving, and leaving is another form of dying. people come and people go.
toji's still here.
so is cain.
toji doesn't answer, he just moves. he's quick, like always. barely time to set the phone down on cain's end before toji's through the window like he likes to do, crashing into cain like the tide. slow, steady, inevitable. he draws cain right into his arms, pressing him down against—is that the couch? it's probably the couch. he doesn't stop until he's knelt over cain laid out beneath him like an offering, pale and lean and beautiful and tired and worn and gaunt.
he had other plans, coming here. other thoughts. playful words, dragging cain out for food, looking after him a bit, catching up properly, no bullshit. and then he saw cain through the window and all those thoughts went away, and now he's seeing how cain looks beneath him and all he can do is take in a slow, tight breath as he runs his thumb over cain's lips. ]
Alexei, [ he murmurs low, remembering the taste of the name upon his lips. ] You look like shit.
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toji's still here.
so is cain.
toji doesn't answer, he just moves. he's quick, like always. barely time to set the phone down on cain's end before toji's through the window like he likes to do, crashing into cain like the tide. slow, steady, inevitable. he draws cain right into his arms, pressing him down against—is that the couch? it's probably the couch. he doesn't stop until he's knelt over cain laid out beneath him like an offering, pale and lean and beautiful and tired and worn and gaunt.
he had other plans, coming here. other thoughts. playful words, dragging cain out for food, looking after him a bit, catching up properly, no bullshit. and then he saw cain through the window and all those thoughts went away, and now he's seeing how cain looks beneath him and all he can do is take in a slow, tight breath as he runs his thumb over cain's lips. ]
Alexei, [ he murmurs low, remembering the taste of the name upon his lips. ] You look like shit.