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equinoctials ([personal profile] equinoctials) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight 2019-12-21 02:28 pm (UTC)

[ Quentin is expressive. What he feels so often makes its way into his face and his hands, in the bow of his spine and how he has a habit of folding up into himself like he wants to disappear sometimes.

The trait they share is how much can be translated from their eyes; Riku's go away a little, reflecting on the carnage, on what it's like to choke on your own blood or to feel a friend grow lighter and still in your arms.

The terror of being attacked with no warning, the despair of having nowhere to run, the longing for vengeance. Another time, Riku might have been consumed by these things, instead of turning it into strength.

That doesn't mean he doesn't get tired, or sad, or scared, and in truth the long and never-ending dark wears him down for reasons that are entirely human.

There's a lot they don't say but ends up telegraphed in these easily-missed gestures.

Riku shakes his head. ]


One of them said they will try. Hoping that's true isn't the same as counting on it. If we can convince them there's value in not killing us that's one less threat.

[ He adds: ]

Doing nice stuff sometimes doesn't make someone a nice person any more than doing the opposite makes a bad one.

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