[he should try to touch the axe i think that'd be funny
she watches him pick up the PSP. the tears have stopped by now, and she is so, so tired. so... she scoots a little closer, curling up at his side so she can see the screen. if he lets her, she will rest her head on his shoulder, duck in hand, watching him play.]
... Your game. [not the laughing from the bed next to her.] Your voice.
Good job. [ its bold of you to assume he'd ever touch any kind of weapon, plastic or otherwise
anyway he lets her! of course he does. though fei du can sometimes be a little touch averse like a cat, he doesn't mind shenhe in his space at all. instead, he just lets her settle, lowering his shoulder to make it a little easier. shenya is content and happy, and fei du fires up the screen. ]
You're right here, right? [ here, in this moment, the best that you can be.
the patapons chirp as he pulls up a level, and he turns the volume up some. this is one of the ways fei du empties out his own brain when he needs it - patapon is easily and mindless and requires exactly enough of his concentration that it helps. and he's content just to sit with shenhe in the quiet like this, curled up and letting her come down and watch. ]
... Yes. [she says finally, slowly easing against him entirely.] Thank you. Fei Du.
[she doesn't know if she can express in words what he's doing for her.
he's warm, and shenya is settled, and the mirrors are covered. the game isn't too intense and the visuals are almost hypnotic. rhythmic. so without really meaning to, her eyes slip closed. she'll probably fall asleep on him, or at the very least doze off a little as the music plays. relaxed. safe.
[ it's a little funny, that being dead has given fei du back some of the tools he's always had - and, really, some of the ones he doesn't really recognize that he has. he's able to provide for shenhe, able to make sure she has everything she could need to feel better, from a comfortable room to a comfortable place to sleep, to a quiet place away from the loud, loud noise of the rest of shibuya.
in reality, he's able to provide a safe harbor in his personality too. fei du, despite all of his fussing about it, despite his frosty cold exterior and kaleidoscope-like self, is a good person. he's a kind person, and he'll stay here with shenhe all night long if that's what helps her feel better. at one point, he reaches for the edge of the blankets to very gingerly and carefully pull them up and over their laps. otherwise, it's like when a cat falls asleep on you. you are chosen. you cannot move.
he doesn't move, just quietly plays patapon, and hopes the soothing rhythm does help shenhe rest. she probably needs it. ]
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she watches him pick up the PSP. the tears have stopped by now, and she is so, so tired. so... she scoots a little closer, curling up at his side so she can see the screen. if he lets her, she will rest her head on his shoulder, duck in hand, watching him play.]
... Your game. [not the laughing from the bed next to her.] Your voice.
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anyway he lets her! of course he does. though fei du can sometimes be a little touch averse like a cat, he doesn't mind shenhe in his space at all. instead, he just lets her settle, lowering his shoulder to make it a little easier. shenya is content and happy, and fei du fires up the screen. ]
You're right here, right? [ here, in this moment, the best that you can be.
the patapons chirp as he pulls up a level, and he turns the volume up some. this is one of the ways fei du empties out his own brain when he needs it - patapon is easily and mindless and requires exactly enough of his concentration that it helps. and he's content just to sit with shenhe in the quiet like this, curled up and letting her come down and watch. ]
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[she doesn't know if she can express in words what he's doing for her.
he's warm, and shenya is settled, and the mirrors are covered. the game isn't too intense and the visuals are almost hypnotic. rhythmic. so without really meaning to, her eyes slip closed. she'll probably fall asleep on him, or at the very least doze off a little as the music plays. relaxed. safe.
she's here.]
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in reality, he's able to provide a safe harbor in his personality too. fei du, despite all of his fussing about it, despite his frosty cold exterior and kaleidoscope-like self, is a good person. he's a kind person, and he'll stay here with shenhe all night long if that's what helps her feel better. at one point, he reaches for the edge of the blankets to very gingerly and carefully pull them up and over their laps. otherwise, it's like when a cat falls asleep on you. you are chosen. you cannot move.
he doesn't move, just quietly plays patapon, and hopes the soothing rhythm does help shenhe rest. she probably needs it. ]