[city] inbox

[abstractart]

USERNAME: unsafety netzach library of ruina TEXT • AUDIO • VIDEO • ACTION • OVERFLOW

source

Comments

[abstractart]

I know. I'm just saying.

[just making it clear, in case.]

...that wasn't really an answer, man.

[which is the heart of the problem, currently: that whatever the answer is, yesod is dancing around it, for one reason or another.]

[wordchain]

[ Don Quixote petting La Víbria de Tierra Temblorosa might have set an example to follow — then again, that isn't an option for Yesod. Nor will Netzach's shirt be subjected to this unrelenting tension anymore, since Yesod's own will bear the brunt of it while his fingers curl tighter into the fabric over his shoulder, as if he means to reach past it, and inside himself from there to tear out the source of his inexplicable, ridiculous trepidation.

Didn't Netzach himself deduce the answer? Making it clear that nothing would change to impose expectations on him became all the more important then. In it, there was an implicit confirmation.

It was unsatisfactory, Yesod admits, and so he contemplates a different approach, Netzach's wants in Netzach's own words placed in the foreground, not obfuscated by assumptions. ]

...What would your own answer be, in response to that type of request?

[abstractart]

[-well.

if yesod won't be forthcoming with the truth, whatever it might be... then he will be. it's not like he'd be opposed to telling him anyway, so if he wants to know...

as yesod's fingers clutch tighter at the fabric of his shirt, netzach rests his hand on top of them.]

I'd say yes.

[wordchain]

[ The gesture reminds Yesod of the park, those teas. First Netzach in the grass, unresponsive, then their tests. He remembers Netzach's lips pressed to the back of his hand, and his fingers unfurl a little, brushing against Netzach's in the process.

Today, his skin hasn't become a reflection of the past put behind them, or anything else out of place, but he suddenly feels as though he's exuding something unforgivably hopeful that must be contained. ]

...Why?

[ He manages to keep his voice even enough, though the conversation has taken another unexpected turn. ]

[abstractart]

What do you mean, why? Because I'd want to.

[similar to the answer he gave kaveh, there's nothing in it to question or to think anything else of. he just-- would say yes because it was something he wanted. just like the way he'd kissed the back of his hand because he wanted to, offered him help sleeping because he wanted to.]

[wordchain]

[ That answer should suffice like the rest. Elaborating on the exact reasoning behind it isn't needed — the most essential aspect of it has been established, the fact that it would be another choice made freely.

But why would Netzach want to go that far, purely out of consideration, the likeliest explanation? Why should he?

Yesod makes no move to withdraw his hand, though he turns his head slightly, chin tipped downward as he regards Netzach's fingers covering his own. ]

That is surprising... but cause for relief as well, in that case.