[ perhaps it’s a surprise to see hani standing on their doorstep. in a way, hani had also been uncertain; yes, their paths would have inevitably crossed again anyway, but they had expected justy to be the link.
and yet. it’s just hani. it’s them who stands there, alone.
they are a little taller, hair fluffed and curling at the base of their neck, dark tights topped with a white oversized shirt. a scant couple of inches but maybe they were never as small as they had appeared in the game. hard to know at this point. what they had all left in that beautiful world - fragments of their hearts, slivers of their souls, pieces of mind and memories. breaths they’ve taken but will never get back. can what they remember be trusted and true?
they are here, now, but they do wonder if all of them came back. and if not, will the remaining parts, the things returned, be enough between them and him. between hani and - ah. they’d like to know. and they’d like a name. ]
Your eyes are wrong. [ to the brother, lips pressed into a curve that was less of a smile and more of a habit. ] You’re not the one I want. May I see him?
[ in a way, it'd be a surprise to see anyone on his doorstep. despite everything, he never expected to be the one anyone would go out of their way to see; they all had more important things, he thinks. more important things. and it's not as if he made finding him a very easy task to begin with.
he doesn't bother getting up at first, with the knock on the door. for all his faults, his brother has been nigh overprotective ever since he'd moved in with him, and guests are never for him. it's a coincidence he gets up to get a drink when it opens, shuffling down the hallway, and it's only when he hears the voice on the other side that his head practically snaps from the speed it turns to confirm. ]
what? [ the taller man is frowning, squinting down at the much smaller figure on his doorstep, ] listen, i don't know who you are, but you can't just- ow!
[ He's yanked, unceremoniously, away from the door with a sharp noise of protest. There's an obvious argument on the tip of his tongue, but a quick shove away and a few gestures, and it turns silent before the culprit actually bothers to show up in the doorway himself.
Dosei is, unfortunately, just as small as he had been back in everyone's eyes. While his hair is longer, it's no longer a vibrant shade of blue, but an ink-black that matches the shadows under his eyes. The way he looks at Hani is both bewildered and suspicious, lips pursing tightly as he lets the silence hang in the air before slowly lifting his hands. He doesn't actually know if they understand, but he supposes they'll find out. ]
[ hani lets the silence linger. it fills in the space of them studying him. the little differences and the things that remain the same - and, it feels as though, it feels as if… the air around him has lifted a bit.
because, to their surprise, he’s willing to talk first. it wasn’t an instant rejection. and the hope they didn’t know they were holding unfurls, budding in the light of today.
hani blinks. ]
I came for you. [ ‘you,’ they sign, fawn movements. ‘for you.’ ] Will you say yes?
[ uncertainty returns and hani wears it like a coat a size too big, ill-fitting and new. their eyes flick from his to where his fingers rest on the doorframe. the words are slow to find their way to him and what comes out is not what hani means to ask. not really. ]
Do you want me to answer here?
[ in the doorway, in the open. and that, too, is unlike them - almost as though they’ve learned some tact, some consideration.
should they seem happy about this? they aren’t. they just… just… what? ah - they know. they don’t want the barrier of this door between the two of them right now. ]
[ that...earns even more of a suspicious look, dosei's eyes scrunching and face pinching with...he's not sure. it's a deep-set sort of self-deprecating confusion, unsure and uncomfortable in the way he lets the question settle in the air.
is it so hard, he thinks, to answer simply? what could possibly be so embarrassing an answer they wouldn't want to say it here? he can feel the burn of niko's eyes on the back of his neck, and a tense silence seems to settle.
they shouldn't be here. he doesn't really want them here. but his gaze flickers from them, to their face, to the wall behind them-
and makes an exasperated growl in the back of his throat before he reaches out to snatch their wrist and tug them inside. if they want to follow, he'll promptly try to drag them down the hall to an open door, right past the gobsmacked figure of his older brother and into what seems to be a hastily put together guest room.
the door closes, cutting them off from the rest of the apartment, and the air feels somewhat stagnant. ]
<< Fine. >> [ fine. here. his hands gesture to the room, obviously lived in but not quite personal, and dosei stares in a way that might suggest he's trying to burn a hole through them for answers. ] << You wanna say something, then say it. >>
[ oh. well. if he can touch them, then touching him is fair game, they decide. they don’t reach for his hands - he needs those. they reach for his shoulders, pushing him deeper into the room. whatever his reaction, they keep pushing.
back. and back. until they have him cornered.
until he can’t run from them. ]
You… [ they repeat it again, like a sigh. like relief, that they have him here in front of them. this close. and he touched them first. he did. ] You… are so annoying. Yes, I think that’s… a little of what I feel.
[ it’s a start. they’re still trying to figure out the list that makes up their feelings for him. ]
I think… perhaps… you mistake my intentions for pity. Sometimes. [ they push him into the wall, firm - not aggressive. or they try. ] But what’s there to pity when you’re so beautiful and your feelings are so raw?
[ he wants words from them, so they’ll let it spill. trickles at first, then more and more all over his floor. he’ll have to step on the words they leave behind if he wants to escape - and they hope the awkward angles of thoughts scattered poke him into thinking of them. ]
And I am - angry - that you like him. [ they don’t have to elaborate. ] But you don’t like me. All of this and I cannot ignore you. All of this and I still come here to reach for you.
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Date: 2024-04-04 06:32 am (UTC)and yet. it’s just hani. it’s them who stands there, alone.
they are a little taller, hair fluffed and curling at the base of their neck, dark tights topped with a white oversized shirt. a scant couple of inches but maybe they were never as small as they had appeared in the game. hard to know at this point. what they had all left in that beautiful world - fragments of their hearts, slivers of their souls, pieces of mind and memories. breaths they’ve taken but will never get back. can what they remember be trusted and true?
they are here, now, but they do wonder if all of them came back. and if not, will the remaining parts, the things returned, be enough between them and him. between hani and - ah. they’d like to know. and they’d like a name. ]
Your eyes are wrong. [ to the brother, lips pressed into a curve that was less of a smile and more of a habit. ] You’re not the one I want. May I see him?
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Date: 2024-04-04 06:57 am (UTC)he doesn't bother getting up at first, with the knock on the door. for all his faults, his brother has been nigh overprotective ever since he'd moved in with him, and guests are never for him. it's a coincidence he gets up to get a drink when it opens, shuffling down the hallway, and it's only when he hears the voice on the other side that his head practically snaps from the speed it turns to confirm. ]
what? [ the taller man is frowning, squinting down at the much smaller figure on his doorstep, ] listen, i don't know who you are, but you can't just- ow!
[ He's yanked, unceremoniously, away from the door with a sharp noise of protest. There's an obvious argument on the tip of his tongue, but a quick shove away and a few gestures, and it turns silent before the culprit actually bothers to show up in the doorway himself.
Dosei is, unfortunately, just as small as he had been back in everyone's eyes. While his hair is longer, it's no longer a vibrant shade of blue, but an ink-black that matches the shadows under his eyes. The way he looks at Hani is both bewildered and suspicious, lips pursing tightly as he lets the silence hang in the air before slowly lifting his hands. He doesn't actually know if they understand, but he supposes they'll find out. ]
<< What the actual fuck are you doing here? >>
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Date: 2024-04-04 02:27 pm (UTC)because, to their surprise, he’s willing to talk first. it wasn’t an instant rejection. and the hope they didn’t know they were holding unfurls, budding in the light of today.
hani blinks. ]
I came for you. [ ‘you,’ they sign, fawn movements. ‘for you.’ ] Will you say yes?
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Date: 2024-08-15 05:35 am (UTC)Dosei, naturally, regards this with suspicion, fingers tightening on the doorframe. And confusion, because...don't they know he doesn't like them?
( Or he didn't- he can't say for sure what his feelings are about anything, now. )
Moreso, it's just a bewildering concept. For him. Nobody goes anywhere for him. ]
<< Why. >>
[ Where do they even want to go? ]
<< Why would you even want to come for me. Don't you have other people you actually wanna see? >>
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Date: 2024-08-15 07:42 am (UTC)Do you want me to answer here?
[ in the doorway, in the open. and that, too, is unlike them - almost as though they’ve learned some tact, some consideration.
should they seem happy about this? they aren’t. they just… just… what? ah - they know. they don’t want the barrier of this door between the two of them right now. ]
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Date: 2025-01-22 07:27 am (UTC)is it so hard, he thinks, to answer simply? what could possibly be so embarrassing an answer they wouldn't want to say it here? he can feel the burn of niko's eyes on the back of his neck, and a tense silence seems to settle.
they shouldn't be here. he doesn't really want them here. but his gaze flickers from them, to their face, to the wall behind them-
and makes an exasperated growl in the back of his throat before he reaches out to snatch their wrist and tug them inside. if they want to follow, he'll promptly try to drag them down the hall to an open door, right past the gobsmacked figure of his older brother and into what seems to be a hastily put together guest room.
the door closes, cutting them off from the rest of the apartment, and the air feels somewhat stagnant. ]
<< Fine. >> [ fine. here. his hands gesture to the room, obviously lived in but not quite personal, and dosei stares in a way that might suggest he's trying to burn a hole through them for answers. ] << You wanna say something, then say it. >>
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Date: 2025-01-23 07:19 am (UTC)back. and back. until they have him cornered.
until he can’t run from them. ]
You… [ they repeat it again, like a sigh. like relief, that they have him here in front of them. this close. and he touched them first. he did. ] You… are so annoying. Yes, I think that’s… a little of what I feel.
[ it’s a start. they’re still trying to figure out the list that makes up their feelings for him. ]
I think… perhaps… you mistake my intentions for pity. Sometimes. [ they push him into the wall, firm - not aggressive. or they try. ] But what’s there to pity when you’re so beautiful and your feelings are so raw?
[ he wants words from them, so they’ll let it spill. trickles at first, then more and more all over his floor. he’ll have to step on the words they leave behind if he wants to escape - and they hope the awkward angles of thoughts scattered poke him into thinking of them. ]
And I am - angry - that you like him. [ they don’t have to elaborate. ] But you don’t like me. All of this and I cannot ignore you. All of this and I still come here to reach for you.
That’s why.