wille: (- idiot)
葛城 ミサト ([personal profile] wille) wrote in [personal profile] shri 2017-10-22 03:47 am (UTC)

[ As she says, not in looking at each other but in looking out.

Misato grasps these fragments greedily, eyes and ears wide open, but she maintains distance still. She holds to the edges of these photographs, listens to the voices from the room next door, reminds herself that it isn't her skin but Lakshmi's and those hands belong to another man's, so take care. These boundaries are important. Her self would be too porous otherwise.

Even so, she returns the favor. It is summer, the sky velvet black, the relentless clack clack clack of the fan doing nothing for the heat or the humidity, but it punctuates her whispered words against his neck, her rage against their enemies and her hopes for the future turning into vapor to form the slick layer of sweat on his and her skins. And he doesn't stop her, and he listens, and he says, You have everything you need. Go forward, don't hesitate. He is the one to witness her first flight, the one to fold away her wings for the next morning. It should've been enough. ]


( What was his name? ) [ And on the heels of that. ] ( What happened to him? )

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