[ It's not working. Or maybe it is, and this is some frantic attempt by the contagion to push him out of this careful daydream (nightmare?) it's woven to keep Gray trapped in place. Too bad though, he's used to fighting for what he wants, and what he wants right now is to drag Gray out of this mess, even if he has to do it by force.
He darts forward, as if he's racing the shadows that stretch towards them from all sides. Back down into a crouch he drops, his hands reaching out to grab hers in a grip too tight for comfort. ]
Gray!
[ He doesn't bother keeping his voice down now, willing to use every tool at his disposal to keep the darkness from consuming them both whole. ]
They might not care about you but there are other people that do.
[ For a brief moment he wishes Ciel were here, or literally anyone more well-versed in people than he is. He doesn't remember how to connect to others anymore, a layer of rust coating long-forgotten social skills. But...even if they aren't physically here with him, maybe he can manifest them in a different way.
Loosening her hand for one brief moment, he can remove his shard in order to force his own thoughts onto her via Communion. Images of Ciel and the welcoming party they'd attended weeks ago, with flashes of all the people he'd glimpsed her conversing with. And even though he doesn't purposefully include himself in those memories, his own feelings bleed through all the same, a tangle of appreciation for her quiet presence in his life and sorrow at the thought of losing her like this. ]
Is this how you're going to thank them? By hiding here forever?
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He darts forward, as if he's racing the shadows that stretch towards them from all sides. Back down into a crouch he drops, his hands reaching out to grab hers in a grip too tight for comfort. ]
Gray!
[ He doesn't bother keeping his voice down now, willing to use every tool at his disposal to keep the darkness from consuming them both whole. ]
They might not care about you but there are other people that do.
[ For a brief moment he wishes Ciel were here, or literally anyone more well-versed in people than he is. He doesn't remember how to connect to others anymore, a layer of rust coating long-forgotten social skills. But...even if they aren't physically here with him, maybe he can manifest them in a different way.
Loosening her hand for one brief moment, he can remove his shard in order to force his own thoughts onto her via Communion. Images of Ciel and the welcoming party they'd attended weeks ago, with flashes of all the people he'd glimpsed her conversing with. And even though he doesn't purposefully include himself in those memories, his own feelings bleed through all the same, a tangle of appreciation for her quiet presence in his life and sorrow at the thought of losing her like this. ]
Is this how you're going to thank them? By hiding here forever?