[Kaworu has told Paul enough, shown him enough, that Paul thought he understood. He has learned to always be gentle with Kaworu, around his scars and otherwise. No nails, no teeth, no hard pressure, and these have been such simple lines to abide by that he's let his affront at each mark slip into a background hum.
It doesn't help anything to be angry, or to force conversations Kaworu doesn't want to have. He tells himself this so often it, too, became a backdrop.
The background bursts in a rupture of white-hot static behind his eyes, his body stilled in noise until Kaworu jerks away. He moves like that static, jumping from one point to another in a near-invisible transition, leaning forward to loop an arm behind Kaworu to catch him if he falls further back, his other hand flung out to brace against the piano with a dissonant crash of notes.
He doesn't say anything, at first. His heart shivers too quick and close, mimicking an alien hum. His eyes are fixed wide in a paroxysm of distress, blue shot through green like a afterimage of lightning.]
Kaworu.
[He does not know this voice, hollowed and horrified. He fights the urge to clutch Kaworu close, maintaining the slight but meaningful distance between them, even as he angles in protectively.]
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It doesn't help anything to be angry, or to force conversations Kaworu doesn't want to have. He tells himself this so often it, too, became a backdrop.
The background bursts in a rupture of white-hot static behind his eyes, his body stilled in noise until Kaworu jerks away. He moves like that static, jumping from one point to another in a near-invisible transition, leaning forward to loop an arm behind Kaworu to catch him if he falls further back, his other hand flung out to brace against the piano with a dissonant crash of notes.
He doesn't say anything, at first. His heart shivers too quick and close, mimicking an alien hum. His eyes are fixed wide in a paroxysm of distress, blue shot through green like a afterimage of lightning.]
Kaworu.
[He does not know this voice, hollowed and horrified. He fights the urge to clutch Kaworu close, maintaining the slight but meaningful distance between them, even as he angles in protectively.]
I've got you. I'm here. [Warmer, better collected, pitched soothing and calm.] We're here. You're safe.