The Aftermath [Active/Open]

[ropefearing]

Characters: Miku, Watanuki, open~
Setting: Lavender Bedroom
Time: Day 015, mid-morning?
Summary: Watanuki helps Miku out with wigs :c
Warnings: idk

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[slavetoyuuko]

They were all tired. The first hours back had been spent hidden in the deepest sleep, awaking only for the occasional nightmare. But now...his bandages had been changed, and Break's, and Luffy's.

And Miku was being far too quite again.

He crouched down in front of her, legs still a little unsteady. "Part of what, Miku-chan?" He reached out with his good hand, lifting one of her hands from her lap and squeezing it gently. His injured arm was tucked protectively against his body, eye watching her with concern.

[ropefearing]

Miku jumped a little, when Watanuki's voice reached her ears. She had managed to miss his crouching near her all together, aware of him only after the words came. "The house," she blurted out, unable to stop herself from sharing the irrational thought with him. No privacy.

Hesitantly, she squeezed his hand back, the one that held hers, now. It was a bit awkward, almost forced, but it was an effort. After a moment, she slowly lifted her eyes to meet his, her other hand never loosening its grip on the camera, knuckles almost white.

[slavetoyuuko]

"Aren't we both?" He smiled at her hesitantly, running his thumb gently over her knuckles. "But it's alright, we're together. That will make it easier." We're not alone. This might be all there is, forever, but we're not alone.

He met her eyes the best he could, squeezing her hand. "It's alright, Miku. We're safe." For the moment? They might take us again, but it's safe. I'll protect you.

[ropefearing]

"Both?" came the echo from her lips without any choice in the matter. Maybe it was true - but it was different, somehow. She felt so connected... she'd learnt enough to cut off that thought before it could betray her, as well. But together - she did like that thought, regardless. Especially when she was avoiding others - Mafuyu - like this, isolating herself...

"We're not," she blurted, though. Safety was not here. She could feel it so much more, now, than before. "I need to go," she thought. Just... somewhere else. It was starting to feel wrong again.

[slavetoyuuko]

"Yes, both of us." He was worried about her, still sick with guilt that she had been hurt despite his best efforts to protect her from the Phantasms. He gently rubbed his thumb over her hand, unconsciously fighting off the invasive pain his body was trying to overwhelm him with by the touch, knealing down so they were face to face.

"For the moment, we are. Nothing can hurt us." He tried to smile, lips curling in the honest attempt. His forehead furrowed in concern, slipping his injured arm around her in a half hug. "Why, Miku?"

Don't go, stay, please. I don't want to be alone.