[While Paul glows brighter, for a few moments Kaworu seems to be fading. It's as though his already pale skin has become translucent and revealed that within him is nothing but glowing and swirling light. Pure light trapped inside a tiny human form and it's all fading into nothing.
Paul's hand on his back and forehead on his shoulder steadies him. Reminds him that he is here, anchors him back to the edge of the land and the sea, not letting him be lost to either one. He twists his fingers in the other boy's shirt as he tries to mimic the breathing instructions like he's never done it before. He can feel the percussion of a heart beat against his ribs when his has almost gone entirely still. Vaguely, he thinks if can anchor himself, he'll hold on tight to Paul, then he can't be pulled away either. If neither lets go, neither can be lost.
A soft featherlight touch on his head nearly sends him back spiraling, drowning, but he keeps breathing along with Paul. Shaky, weak, miserable breathes.]
Is this what love is? Is it supposed to hurt like this? Why do humans seek it out if it turns into this?
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Paul's hand on his back and forehead on his shoulder steadies him. Reminds him that he is here, anchors him back to the edge of the land and the sea, not letting him be lost to either one. He twists his fingers in the other boy's shirt as he tries to mimic the breathing instructions like he's never done it before. He can feel the percussion of a heart beat against his ribs when his has almost gone entirely still. Vaguely, he thinks if can anchor himself, he'll hold on tight to Paul, then he can't be pulled away either. If neither lets go, neither can be lost.
A soft featherlight touch on his head nearly sends him back spiraling, drowning, but he keeps breathing along with Paul. Shaky, weak, miserable breathes.]
Is this what love is? Is it supposed to hurt like this? Why do humans seek it out if it turns into this?