[ at the end of the day, before yoru makes his way back to the villa he stops by the gallery. he tears off one of the their handmade posters. and then another. ripping them all up until all evidence of their little prank is gone. just like all evidence of the crime that had falsely sentenced siffrin to their own execution. gone, all gone.
the pieces of childish innocence fall to the ground like snow, like ash.
[ if this had been the first week, he would have pulled away. since then, it’s taken him less time to get used to touch. he seems faintly surprised that bradley would even bother with him.
but his hand is warm, just as siffrin’s was warm. ]
Bradley… do you think… if we broke all the clocks, time would stop. And we could save Siffrin?
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Date: 2025-03-23 06:29 am (UTC)the pieces of childish innocence fall to the ground like snow, like ash.
he swallows and just looks down at his feet. ]
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Date: 2025-03-23 11:42 pm (UTC)Brad walks over and gently covers Yoru's hand with his own. He won't say anything at first, letting Yoru get used to the gesture.
It's alright, he gets it.]
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Date: 2025-03-24 06:37 am (UTC)but his hand is warm, just as siffrin’s was warm. ]
Bradley… do you think… if we broke all the clocks, time would stop. And we could save Siffrin?