[ Nishikiyama's question doesn't betray his own feelings. It's something Mine'd hoped for. Fingers keep passing in front of his face as shadows, tugging on his hairline gently. His gaze strays there subconsciously, parting from Nishikiyama's eyes with ambivalence. Unaware of Nishikiyama's current reservations, they still share the same air– an absence of faith in the relationships around them.
Mine hadn't said what he said without putting thought behind it, though. Sex had served a necessity in his life, but there'd been no desire of intimacy anymore beyond, between him and a woman. This is different. Here's a bond Mine'd looked for, but it's a connection wholly unlike what he'd envisioned to find in the yakuza. It's obvious in what way, right? Need he put it into words after all, he will. ]
Like I'm at the point of surrendering myself to you.
[ Mine's expression hardly changes, set and almost stern. His chest feels light, his shoulders heavy when he says so. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 12:35 pm (UTC)Mine hadn't said what he said without putting thought behind it, though. Sex had served a necessity in his life, but there'd been no desire of intimacy anymore beyond, between him and a woman. This is different. Here's a bond Mine'd looked for, but it's a connection wholly unlike what he'd envisioned to find in the yakuza. It's obvious in what way, right? Need he put it into words after all, he will. ]
Like I'm at the point of surrendering myself to you.
[ Mine's expression hardly changes, set and almost stern. His chest feels light, his shoulders heavy when he says so. ]