[ the Akechi that knew what to do had thrown him off. it felt too easy. with all hurtful things that happened, there was fumbling through realignment of how to reach out again. they all had it, and Akechi had just begun to scratch the surface of what he wanted. Ren knew Zerzura was wrong, because the Akechi he liked wasn't just the shining detective prince with the infallible record: it was the messy, angry, complicated Akechi who clawed his way up until his fingers were raw. it seemed like disrespect to let all that go, to take good parts and leave behind the rest of what they had survived.
that's what had grounded him there. there was no life that he wanted more than his own, ugliness and all.
Ren tilts his head over his shoulder and looks at him, takes the word of caution but it looks like he's already made up his mind. it's not an expectation, but an invitation. he had pulled back the layers already, and he's offering Akechi the same vulnerability. ]
I know. [ and that doesn't come without weight. ] You shared with me.
[ it's an offering, and a truth. uncomfortable for both of them, but that doesn't keep Ren from offering. the fingers on his knee twitch, and curl in just a little bit. the spear is there, Zerzura is there, the truth, perhaps, but everything else that comes with it. ]
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that's what had grounded him there. there was no life that he wanted more than his own, ugliness and all.
Ren tilts his head over his shoulder and looks at him, takes the word of caution but it looks like he's already made up his mind. it's not an expectation, but an invitation. he had pulled back the layers already, and he's offering Akechi the same vulnerability. ]
I know. [ and that doesn't come without weight. ] You shared with me.
[ it's an offering, and a truth. uncomfortable for both of them, but that doesn't keep Ren from offering. the fingers on his knee twitch, and curl in just a little bit. the spear is there, Zerzura is there, the truth, perhaps, but everything else that comes with it. ]