day 235 ● an empathy test

[wonderlandgirl]

Wednesday:
☑ Blade: restraint; blindfold; food (9 pt)
☑ Cobalt: food; movie; hug; pampering; teaching (8 pt)
☑ Hiryuu: worries (3 pt)
☑ Hurricane: never have i ever (3 pt)
☑ Levi: hug; hair washing (4 pt)
☑ Moxie: hug; worries; activity (7 pt)
☑ Sabre: hold hands; confession (6 pt)
☑ Shrike: hold hands (1 pt)
☑ Thorn: piercing; hug (6 pt)
☑ Yugi: hold hands; learning (2 pt)

K:
☑ A: worries (3 pt)
☑ D.Va: confession; hold hands; fast car; activity (12 pt)
☑ Hiryuu: stab (5 pt)
☑ Hurricane: confession (5 pt)
☑ Skylark: fight; broken rib (10 pt)

Comments

Re: hurricane

[crossmyheartandhope]

[There's... a lot]

[Hurricane feels a lot, and very loudly, and it's as messy before, if all in a different way]

[Guilt, and the spiraling need to undo the damage that's just been done, and anxiety again, or still, or always, so thick it feels caught somewhere in the back of his throat]

[He takes a breath, and it isn't quite a full breath. Takes another.]

[He has what he has, and what he has is flustered affection, and genuine attraction, and the off-balance notion that they had promised to see how it went, and then - nothing, and then this, and now K's upset, is hurt, and what Hurricane has isn't enough (when is it ever enough, when is he ever enough), and that's. And this is.]

[He doesn't want to not talk to him again, but the thought of talking to him right now - of sitting down and hashing this through while he's been peeled back and exposed like an orange - makes him absolutely dizzy with distress]

I.

[His voice breaks. He licks at his lips]

Can I, like. Can I take a raincheck?

Re: hurricane

[irregular]

... probably best, ain't it.

[Yeah. Waiting it is.

[You've made this weird, whoever-you-are: you know it.

[K smiles, and it's genuine enough - a little strained, a little raw, but God dammit he wants to smile at him and so he's going to. Even if it's strained, and raw. Because he cares, doesn't he, cares too fucking much to just let him walk away with nothing--]

You--

[shit this is gonna sound desperate. He knows it, for once in his life, before he speaks. Should bite it back. can't.]

I... afterward. I'll. Speak to you afterward fuck. What a stupid game I suck at this--

This ain't on you.

[If only he could make him believe it.]

Re: hurricane

[crossmyheartandhope]

Sorry, dude.

[It's barely a whisper]

[K's right about one thing, at least; he definitely doesn't believe that it's not on him]

[He ducks his head - makes to go]

Sorry. I -

Later, kay?

[And he is out]

Re: hurricane

[irregular]

Don't--

[Apologize, is what he wants to say. He can't even manage that much.

[K just stands there for a moment, because he doesn't know what else he should be doing: let's count all the ways I fucked that up. It's not even like he's not interested: he just knows better, and who wouldn't. Looked in the mirror lately, what's your name? Exactly how much does he know about you?

[Enough to steer clear, apparently.]

Fuck.

[Definitely gonna need that drink.]