[...He hears it, the traces of desperation in Solomon's words. He's scared. He doesn't want to do anything that might end in disaster, but Akira is confident that the worst of it is over. Nothing bad will happen. Whatever will be will be, and there's no sense in wringing their hands over it now.]
...Mm. Hold on.
[Akira closes his eyes and lowers his head to Solomon's chest. He extends his magic into Solomon, holding it out like a warm hand. Take it.]
If the link between our magic breaks, you'll feel it, right? So rest. You'll be the first to know if something happens.
[He pushes up from the bed, a stiff walk over to the desk to find the chair and set himself in it, arms crossed tight. It's not the warmth Akira wants, but he can't let that repeat.]
[Just like that, he's denied. Pushed out and pushed away, Akira's eyes betray some amount of hurt, but he doesn't let it linger. The cold seeps in instead, hardening him, and Akira turns to bury himself in the blankets.
What are you so afraid of? He doesn't have the strength to ask.]
...Coward.
[—The word slips off his tongue of its own accord and Akira startles. He didn't say that, did he? No, no, he must have. It's not as if anyone can speak on his behalf. He would never criticize Solomon for drawing a boundary, and yet he had.
Yet he had.
Akira says nothing more, cocooning himself fully in blankets.]
It's not the first time Akira has called him a coward. It won't be the last. But this one hurts, just a little more than it had before.
...
He doesn't say anything in response. He simply sits, silent, watching to see if Akira's state changes. But exhaustion takes him quickly, under the silence and the breathing and the dark, and "Akira's" rest goes unsupervised as Solomon eventually drifts off against the desk, too spent to continue.]
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I will. Just...
[I need to make sure.
I need to make sure it's a sleep you'll wake up from.
I can't let this curse slip away, too.
...
It comes out as more of a plead, in the grips of fatigue.]
Please. Don't worry about me.
I'll be able to rest when I see with my own eyes that you're okay.
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...Mm. Hold on.
[Akira closes his eyes and lowers his head to Solomon's chest. He extends his magic into Solomon, holding it out like a warm hand. Take it.]
If the link between our magic breaks, you'll feel it, right? So rest. You'll be the first to know if something happens.
1/2
Stop.
/2
His fingers curl, loosen.]
...
Don't try that again. Please.
[He pushes up from the bed, a stiff walk over to the desk to find the chair and set himself in it, arms crossed tight. It's not the warmth Akira wants, but he can't let that repeat.]
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What are you so afraid of? He doesn't have the strength to ask.]
...Coward.
[—The word slips off his tongue of its own accord and Akira startles. He didn't say that, did he? No, no, he must have. It's not as if anyone can speak on his behalf. He would never criticize Solomon for drawing a boundary, and yet he had.
Yet he had.
Akira says nothing more, cocooning himself fully in blankets.]
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It's not the first time Akira has called him a coward. It won't be the last. But this one hurts, just a little more than it had before.
...
He doesn't say anything in response. He simply sits, silent, watching to see if Akira's state changes. But exhaustion takes him quickly, under the silence and the breathing and the dark, and "Akira's" rest goes unsupervised as Solomon eventually drifts off against the desk, too spent to continue.]