[ ... he catches that uncertainty. That flicker of apprehension, that pain. Ryoma meets it with a frown of his own--he stands, hands cupped around Niles as if he's the most precious thing in the world, looking into the precipice of some darker, unhappier unknown. Part of Ryoma doesn't want to push; the part of him that walled of his emotions from his siblings, the part of him that was ready to stand as king at age twelve if something happened to his last custodial parent.
The part of him that has no heart; that is a king, a leader, a figure--not a man. Not a lover. Not a husband. He thinks of Takumi's struggles, of Sakura's, of Hinoka's--of how they were all wounded in their own ways and hiding it, because everyone wanted to be strong in the wake of their tragedies. He thought, back then, that if he waited, things would come to light at the right time.
... but there is no right time. Wounds fester if they aren't cleaned. ]
Niles, my love. My heart. [ He needs to step over that precipice, even if there's nothing but a drop waiting on the other side. He needs to let Niles know that he's here to reach for him. ]
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Date: 2018-09-30 05:20 pm (UTC)The part of him that has no heart; that is a king, a leader, a figure--not a man. Not a lover. Not a husband. He thinks of Takumi's struggles, of Sakura's, of Hinoka's--of how they were all wounded in their own ways and hiding it, because everyone wanted to be strong in the wake of their tragedies. He thought, back then, that if he waited, things would come to light at the right time.
... but there is no right time. Wounds fester if they aren't cleaned. ]
Niles, my love. My heart. [ He needs to step over that precipice, even if there's nothing but a drop waiting on the other side. He needs to let Niles know that he's here to reach for him. ]
What's causing you such heartache?