he reaches out to grab mineo's wrist. he barely knows what he's doing, with too many words caught in his throat and too many emotions threatening to seep through the cracks in his walls, but—]
You fucking idiot.
[he doesn't know what his own voice sounds like. to him, or to mineo. if it's furious, or pained.]
... No matter what, I'm on your side.
[is he angry at mineo? of course. he's aligned with wrath for a reason. he finds so many reasons to be upset with people. he's hurt, in ways that he doesn't know how to explain; doesn't want to, after insisting that he's used to this.
but the funny thing is, whether it be back home or now... his anger is a fire, and yet when all is burned away, white himself is always the one left stained in the ashes of his own resentment.
(and he will consider mineo more important than himself, always. he can put aside any of his other feelings for that.)]
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he reaches out to grab mineo's wrist. he barely knows what he's doing, with too many words caught in his throat and too many emotions threatening to seep through the cracks in his walls, but—]
You fucking idiot.
[he doesn't know what his own voice sounds like. to him, or to mineo. if it's furious, or pained.]
... No matter what, I'm on your side.
[is he angry at mineo? of course. he's aligned with wrath for a reason. he finds so many reasons to be upset with people. he's hurt, in ways that he doesn't know how to explain; doesn't want to, after insisting that he's used to this.
but the funny thing is, whether it be back home or now... his anger is a fire, and yet when all is burned away, white himself is always the one left stained in the ashes of his own resentment.
(and he will consider mineo more important than himself, always. he can put aside any of his other feelings for that.)]