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realpolitik2012-10-16 08:02 pm
messianic) wrote in realpolitik2012-10-16 08:02 pm
Minato | Tiir | 020
[The last thing he remembers is infinite space.
He remembers a wall, he remembers chains. He remembers immobility and yet infinite space, calmness and yet pain. He remembers paradoxes.
He remembers death and yet living still, outside of life.
He remembers all of this, and so it is a surprise when suddenly, he is breathing again.
He falls to his knees, wheezing, and feels dirt--a trail, and he blinks in surprise. Feeling, touch: it has been quite some time since he has felt either, and yet he is not sure how long at all. He could not tell time in the void; time was measured by number of times Erebus tried to tear him down, the number of times the strength of Minato's soul repulsed humanity's negativity again and again.
He draws in another deep breath, and another.
And he sighs, eyes fluttering shut a moment, even as he kneels there. He does not know where he is. It certainly does not look like Japan, with wilderness everywhere. It's definitely not anywhere he knows by sight. In fact, there is a foreignness to it that he would find disconcerting, but he is too busy with the overwhelming sensation of feelings.
He's alive.]
He remembers a wall, he remembers chains. He remembers immobility and yet infinite space, calmness and yet pain. He remembers paradoxes.
He remembers death and yet living still, outside of life.
He remembers all of this, and so it is a surprise when suddenly, he is breathing again.
He falls to his knees, wheezing, and feels dirt--a trail, and he blinks in surprise. Feeling, touch: it has been quite some time since he has felt either, and yet he is not sure how long at all. He could not tell time in the void; time was measured by number of times Erebus tried to tear him down, the number of times the strength of Minato's soul repulsed humanity's negativity again and again.
He draws in another deep breath, and another.
And he sighs, eyes fluttering shut a moment, even as he kneels there. He does not know where he is. It certainly does not look like Japan, with wilderness everywhere. It's definitely not anywhere he knows by sight. In fact, there is a foreignness to it that he would find disconcerting, but he is too busy with the overwhelming sensation of feelings.
He's alive.]
[1/3]
That's what Tiir's been thinking ever since he realized that Minato was truly here.
All the things he'd wanted to say to Minato, but hadn't realized until it was too late—his regrets.
He regretted never telling Minato so, so much.
And yet here Minato is, in his world. It's a second chance. It's his only chance, because who knows when he'll lose it? Whether because Minato leaves this world, or worse, because Tiir isn't strong enough again and he's killed—time spent with friends is far too fragile. Tiir knows this all too well.
Even though Minato is here right now—and even though Tiir fully intends to cherish their time together while he can—Tiir knows that it might not last. If anything, he should actively find a way to return Minato to his own world, really. His presence now undoubtedly has to do with Tiir's own existence, for there's no reason to bring him here otherwise, and Tiir refuses to be the reason Minato gets hurt.
(Not again.)
He wants Minato to leave, but he doesn't.
... That was another thing Minato was always good at—turning everything into a contradiction.]