[ Those pair of chestnut irises remain unfocused as the hammering of his heart continues on. Setsuna thought to move back, but he's only held in place. Or rather, he's moved forward instead... Regardless, he stays within that enclosed warmth, he wonders to himself if he'll disappear. Right now, he doesn't feel like any of this is real. It's as if he's yet in another, different world. Maybe he was the one dreaming all along. But no, of course he knew well that isn't.
"You are my reality." Setsuna's own words resound against his mind. He isn't moving away, because he prefers Gilgamesh to stay like this: for the King to acknowledge reality as well. He likes him this way rather than his earlier disillusioned self. And even though the two of them feel similarly to preferring distance, in their alienation their true feelings show. They never truly wanted to stay away from others, but it's the path where everything is much more comfortable as nothing felt real or felt right.
Setsuna's a little in awe... To think that the King would be the first one to step out from that comfort zone they both recognize all too well, not after he was so stubborn about wanting to be all alone. He was prepared for the long road ahead to convince Gilgamesh to find his place among others. He didn't want this King to end up like him. But look at them now, the situation has been reversed. Now, he's the one being pushed to do it as well.
Eventually, Setsuna closes his eyes together with his King. He folds those hands of his, clutching a part of the King's top within them. Aah... Had he been a weaker person, he would have shed a tear or two by now. Of course, he isn't like that. So he remains the same, powerfully enduring the emotions that are subdued within his armored heart. But he's weakened enough that he couldn't move anymore. He wanted to help the others clean up... Though now, he's frozen in place. ]
I feel a little strange...
[ Would it be all right to sleep like this...? Setsuna, who is unable to comprehend how he's actually feeling, has become ill. He doesn't want to open his eyes anymore for the rest of the afternoon, so perhaps leaving him to a small rest on the couch would be best for now. ]
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"You are my reality." Setsuna's own words resound against his mind. He isn't moving away, because he prefers Gilgamesh to stay like this: for the King to acknowledge reality as well. He likes him this way rather than his earlier disillusioned self. And even though the two of them feel similarly to preferring distance, in their alienation their true feelings show. They never truly wanted to stay away from others, but it's the path where everything is much more comfortable as nothing felt real or felt right.
Setsuna's a little in awe... To think that the King would be the first one to step out from that comfort zone they both recognize all too well, not after he was so stubborn about wanting to be all alone. He was prepared for the long road ahead to convince Gilgamesh to find his place among others. He didn't want this King to end up like him. But look at them now, the situation has been reversed. Now, he's the one being pushed to do it as well.
Eventually, Setsuna closes his eyes together with his King. He folds those hands of his, clutching a part of the King's top within them. Aah... Had he been a weaker person, he would have shed a tear or two by now. Of course, he isn't like that. So he remains the same, powerfully enduring the emotions that are subdued within his armored heart. But he's weakened enough that he couldn't move anymore. He wanted to help the others clean up... Though now, he's frozen in place. ]
I feel a little strange...
[ Would it be all right to sleep like this...? Setsuna, who is unable to comprehend how he's actually feeling, has become ill. He doesn't want to open his eyes anymore for the rest of the afternoon, so perhaps leaving him to a small rest on the couch would be best for now. ]