[ Denji bows his head, sagging into his brother's wet chest, as if every muscle were fettered down by Power's arms creeping around his sides, Aki's tear-stained face drying against his brassy hairs. To live, and to live among people, with them — on one hand, that's the albatross strung to his neck. On the other, they're a second skin he can't imagine ever shedding. The future has always felt like a poison presented to him in a gilded chalice, clearly not for him, so obviously a trick, one that he’s refused over and over. Now, Denji drinks it like its holy water, the single true remedy.
It doesn't settle well in his stomach and he wants to cough up every drop, but even so. He's just a passenger for the future Aki is setting course for. When his fortune ends and where he disembarks from them, who knows. Even so.
His grip on Aki's hand refuses to let up. The breaths of three kids intertwine together, as in a loom, bound in a triple-threaded knot. Beside them, Pochita sits apart, watching with his wide and alert eyes. Keenly aware of them in a way that doesn't suit any old dog off the street. ]
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It doesn't settle well in his stomach and he wants to cough up every drop, but even so. He's just a passenger for the future Aki is setting course for. When his fortune ends and where he disembarks from them, who knows. Even so.
His grip on Aki's hand refuses to let up. The breaths of three kids intertwine together, as in a loom, bound in a triple-threaded knot. Beside them, Pochita sits apart, watching with his wide and alert eyes. Keenly aware of them in a way that doesn't suit any old dog off the street. ]