“Half of my achievements-or more - are really yours…”
[Yuri sighs and looks down speaking without looking at Flynn.]
“So what? It doesn’t matter who did them.”
[Anger surges, no, not anger, frustration. Flynn’s body goes taut as he answers the other in a rush of words.]
“It does. Why do you always choose the option that’s bad for you? Why do you try to bear everything by yourself? Do you think I can’t take the burden?”
[Do you not need me by your side? The question is the one Flynn is most afraid of asking. So, he backs off and refuses to ask it. To ask it would be to admit something, and it’s still too fresh after nearly losing Yuri to ask. No, he will wait.
Yuri smiles slightly and looks at Flynn causing his breathing to stutter, though he wouldn’t admit it. ]
“...You’re carrying what I can’t. I know I can do what I want only because someone’s watching out for me.”
[Oh. Now he’s at a loss. It’s frustrating, and that frustration flows through him along with a fierce fondness for Yuri. Flynn shakes his head and sighs softly forcing himself to settle down.]
“...Forget it. I can’t explain. I’ll just yell at you again.”
[Yuri grins, unsheathes his sword in his usual quirky way, holding his blade up in front of Flynn in invitation of a fight.]
“Heh heh. In that case, try it like this.”
“Yuri–”
“You’re not going to beat me in an argument. But you know what you can beat me in…This.”
[Fondness explodes in Flynn’s chest.]
“Yeah…You’re right. Just like always.”
[Flynn unsheathes his sword and knocks it against Yuri’s blade. He feels happy, hopeful and all tender feelings. This is familiar. This is them.]
“Everything I feel is in this sword.”
[Both Flynn and Yuri go all out against each other. The spar lasts for several minutes, and surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly to Flynn. Yuri bests him and Yuri lets out a surprised utterance of ‘I won?’ Again, it’s no surprise to Flynn. He lies on his back on the ground, panting and catching his breath. Yuri settles next to him after a moment, and both of them take a moment to just relax near each other.
It feels like they’ve connected again. Stronger than before. The memory finally comes to an end.]
[Flynn has his hand over his face. He lets out a shaky sigh and gives a small fond grin, turning to the person who viewed the memory.]
“I didn’t know how much longer we had, or if the plan we had come up with would succeed. But, it did, and now we’re here. You don’t have to explain how embarrassing that was. I already know.”
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timeasmymeasure
B. 2 Promise me a Place - Reforged Connection
Date: 2023-05-20 01:25 am (UTC)[Yuri sighs and looks down speaking without looking at Flynn.]
“So what? It doesn’t matter who did them.”
[Anger surges, no, not anger, frustration. Flynn’s body goes taut as he answers the other in a rush of words.]
“It does. Why do you always choose the option that’s bad for you? Why do you try to bear everything by yourself? Do you think I can’t take the burden?”
[Do you not need me by your side? The question is the one Flynn is most afraid of asking. So, he backs off and refuses to ask it. To ask it would be to admit something, and it’s still too fresh after nearly losing Yuri to ask. No, he will wait.
Yuri smiles slightly and looks at Flynn causing his breathing to stutter, though he wouldn’t admit it. ]
“...You’re carrying what I can’t. I know I can do what I want only because someone’s watching out for me.”
[Oh. Now he’s at a loss. It’s frustrating, and that frustration flows through him along with a fierce fondness for Yuri. Flynn shakes his head and sighs softly forcing himself to settle down.]
“...Forget it. I can’t explain. I’ll just yell at you again.”
[Yuri grins, unsheathes his sword in his usual quirky way, holding his blade up in front of Flynn in invitation of a fight.]
“Heh heh. In that case, try it like this.”
“Yuri–”
“You’re not going to beat me in an argument. But you know what you can beat me in…This.”
[Fondness explodes in Flynn’s chest.]
“Yeah…You’re right. Just like always.”
[Flynn unsheathes his sword and knocks it against Yuri’s blade. He feels happy, hopeful and all tender feelings. This is familiar. This is them.]
“Everything I feel is in this sword.”
[Both Flynn and Yuri go all out against each other. The spar lasts for several minutes, and surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly to Flynn. Yuri bests him and Yuri lets out a surprised utterance of ‘I won?’ Again, it’s no surprise to Flynn. He lies on his back on the ground, panting and catching his breath. Yuri settles next to him after a moment, and both of them take a moment to just relax near each other.
It feels like they’ve connected again. Stronger than before. The memory finally comes to an end.]
[Flynn has his hand over his face. He lets out a shaky sigh and gives a small fond grin, turning to the person who viewed the memory.]
“I didn’t know how much longer we had, or if the plan we had come up with would succeed. But, it did, and now we’re here. You don’t have to explain how embarrassing that was. I already know.”