[ It is curious, indeed. This resonation of emotion... ]
If I planned to give out here, there wouldn't have been a point to what I did yesterday, right?
[ There's a sudden rush of sadness through that. Despite the somewhat lighthearted way it's stated, there's an almost overwhelming bit of grief in there. Even if he's carrying on, it's still a massive weight in his chest. ]
But I know I've got some really strong allies I don't want to let down.
[ And that pain shifts to a duller ache. Something warm overlays it. A bittersweet feeling. ]
[The wave of grief is almost startling, and he blinks, Irene at his feet blinking up at the other man. He feels he can't help it - he reaches out to grasp the man's shoulder, as if somehow the gesture will force the bad feelings down.]
...Good man.
[He says, quietly, unsure of what to say - uncertain reassurance buzzes like a bee, but it softens into something stronger. He knows this man is strong. He believes in him. A belief like that can add to that strength, can't it.]
You will keep going, despite everything. I know it.
[ His eyes fix on Sholmes when he feels that touch on his shoulder. A sense of comfort and ease seems to ebb back in. And those shared feelings seem to temper that pain. It still lingers, but it's not some sort of overwhelming force to drag him down.
Without saying anything at first, he brings his hand up and taps his chest. ]
I know.
[ He said he'd hold it close. And the strength felt in the bond is a proof that he holds it dear. Like that belief is some type of lifeline. ]
[It's such a definite sort of feeling that Sholmes doesn't know what to say. Yes, of course his belief will give him strength, but to actually feel that from the other man is almost momentarily overwhelming. There's a flickering of surprise.]
...
[And then comes a strange hint of...something close to bashfulness, more touched by the response than anything.]
[ With their feelings mixed together, there's this strange feeling that rushes through him. But that bashfulness seems to bring out the same reciprocated feeling. He can't help but grin from this. ]
I'm sure you will.
[ There's a flicked of hesitation, but he brings up his hand to take Sholmes' in his own. The feeling behind his action shows a bit of a shy concern. An ache to be accepted, a worry of how Sholmes will react from the touch. That he's worried about losing this balance they have. ]
[He looks towards their hands, then back up at Kotetsu's face. Perhaps he would react with mild surprise at first, but that ache...]
[It makes him pause in his reaction. It has bee a strange tightrope, of sorts to walk on after their talk when that curse ended. A willingness to be close, but not too close. But this is...]
[He tightens his grasp on the other's hand, accepting. It's not some grand deal, here. The tightrope stands.]
[It's a warm gesture. He'll take it, without any complaint.]
[ Despite the fact that they still need to tread carefully, he relaxes a little. That concern easing into subtle gratitude at being accepted in this way.
His own grip turns a little bit more firm at not having Sholmes pull away.
He lets his eyes drop from his hand, Finley moving from her spot behind the seat to come closer, but still keeping a little distance. ]
I don't know if I could have made it through that without you.
[ Words that are more forward and tender that he'd been holding back. Something about this moment... it felt right to say it. There's deep gratitude and pure sincerity in what he's saying. It's obvious he believes every word. Hell, he might have even done something stupid at the execution in the name of a noble sacrifice.
[They are. They must be. Kotetsu is strong on his own. What part does he factor into this equation?]
[He can't help but cast his gaze down. It's not bashfulness, this time, its just...he's touched, but concerned, but taken aback all the same. He knows what kind of a striking figure he is, as a world-famous detective. But this is on a different level. A personal level.]
[ And yet, they're sincere. There's no trick inside. Right now, he couldn't even hide any type of game if he wanted. Not that he would, but these feelings are genuine to his core.
He brings his other hand up to just... hold Sholmes' hand gently between both of his. There's a firmness to his feelings. Strong and resolute. Especially when he speaks next, matching his tone. ]
I'm only saying what I feel is true.
[ Sure, he has his secrets. Has hidden important things. But there's no chance he would say something false here. ]
[ His thumbs brush gently over Sholmes' hand. He's a clumsy man, but in times like this, his eagerness and sincerity really shine through.
He's not sure if that deserves to be called a treasure, but... something about it really makes his heart warm even more. He can feel those things from Sholmes feeding through the line. All he can do is try to send back his own comfort. Like trying to sooth a wound. Not fix. Not erase it. Just help. ]
That makes me happy you think that. If you want, I could share with you another treasure of mine.
[He reaches forward...hesitates...and then takes it in hand.]
[Its something that feels...very part and parcel of who this man is. The love he has for his daughter is immense, enough to fight a storm back. He knows that feeling well. Sholmes considers it - in a situation like that, he may not have super strength or abilities, but he would aim to do the same.]
[Over the bond floats admiration for the man.]
Mm. An shining example of your heroic capabilities. It really is a jewel.
[ There's a small, bubbly feeling at that admiration coming through. But he softly shakes his head. ]
She's my treasure.
[ The feeling he's giving off is one of unconditional love. Strength, determination, feeling empowered. Much of what Sholmes could feel directly in the memory. When his attention turns back to Sholmes completely, that feeling gives way to something else. It's hard to pinpoint, but it's a soft sort of affection. ]
A hero has to protect those most important to them.
[Kotetsu is a man who shines like truth, unbreakable. He doesn't think he could every imagine this man manipulating others, or lying to them. He's honest. So deeply, deeply honest.]
...I see. [And that hint of bashfulness again, as he looks down.] I would assume a certain someone else besides your daughter fits with that.
[ There's is a flicker of warm sadness that comes with those words. It's like a dull ache that you can almost feel down to the bones. A different sort of warmth he feels for Sholmes, but... there's something similar in there. It's easy enough to pick up on, too.
One is an aching, one is a hopeful almost yearning. Willing to hold on to that past, but also reach for the future. ]
[He sort of blinks at that, ready to correct the other man, but pausing as the deep ache over a lost loved one and the hopeful light for something down the path wash over him. He's shocked to silence for a moment, before gathering his faculties to speak again-]
No, I meant-
[But the shard is still in his other hand. He clenches it, and a set of memories comes forth.]
[And the feeling that comes from Sholmes is raw to the bone, like he's just been wounded.]
[He's admiring, he's loving, he's suffering, he's wanting to hide. And above all else is a deep, deep heartache, to witness happiness again leaving him. You can't repeat the past, he tells himself.]
[But oh, oh, how good it was...!]
[He tosses the shard away, and just covers his eyes with his hand.]
[ It takes him a moment to manage to get to his feet. He's still in pain, the discomfort coming over the bond briefly, but he pushes it aside with a firm resolve. That ache, that lost. He understands it. Maybe it's worse for Sholmes, considering there's always that lingering "what if..." of life still being there. Maybe it's worse for him, never having the chance to reach out ever again.
What Kotetsu knows, though, both of them have suffered true, undeniable heartache. They both have children they love more than anything.
He pushes through those feelings and wraps his arms around Sholmes. He doesn't care if he gets pushed away. He needs to. For both of them. His head presses against his shoulder, feeling the memory resonate in him and Sholmes' own torn feelings. ]
I did mean you. I just assumed... I didn't want to scare you away again.
[ His voice and his feelings have that sharp ache. He wants to help him. And that ache gives way to just a blanket of warmth. All he wants is to give him a solace. ]
[Before, when these memories had shown themselves to others, he had managed to keep his composure. Swallow the heartache down, and let it settle. He's had ten years with Iris and plenty of letters to receive to cope with the fact that he was alone. But here, with someone like Kotetsu, and how painful everything feels, it's like the straw that broke the camel's back.]
[And what's harder to deal with is to experience something like this man's infinite kindness, and then be reminded of something so similar that he still, to this day, was missing.]
...Maybe you shouldn't. [And he's blinking back tears, unwilling to push away, but stiffening in the man's grip. I miss him. I miss him. I just saw him and it wasn't enough. It was never enough. But no, that was selfish, and the man had a daughter at home, and he couldn't have him for himself, not really. He had understood that, but...] What's the point of it all?
[Irene has curled up into a ball behind him, whimpering.]
[ Finley approaches Irene, trying to lean forward to nuzzle her. Wanting to help comfort her. Just a gentle touch if she's allow. Nothing forceful. She's here for her.
Kotetsu's slowly raises his hand to rest on the back of Sholmes' head, the other remaining wrapped around him and holding him once again like he's something so precious beyond compare. ]
I can't give you answers. All I know is what I feel.
[ And that warmth swells, like warm waves trying to wash over him. He understands, he knows this might just be more painful in the future, but he knows regrets. He knows loss. ]
The point is that I'm here with you now. I kept fighting because you were here. I held onto that promise, Sholmes. It was like a lifeline for me, guiding me through. When I lost confidence, hope... You've always been there to pick me back up.
[ He lightly brush his cheek against Sholmes', like a light nuzzle. ]
And I don't want to lose that. I don't ever want to leave that. I'll find a way.
[ It makes absolutely no sense, but he doesn't care. What he cares about right now is this. ]
["What you feel is wrong", he wants to say. "It's all just lingering feelings from a spell that should have never been used. It was born from a lie. You and I, we're just caught in a net that was never meant to be made".]
[It can't be this good. There's nothing this good.]
Please...
[He manages to say, but he lets it cut out then, shuddering. He doesn't know how to finish that. "Please leave?" "Please stay?" Mikotoba, his partner, is in his head, and they're dancing. Even ten years later, they were able to dance like they always did.]
[How can he dance with anyone else?]
Kotetsu...you can't...
[But how can he leave this man, when his promise keeps him here, alive, like a lifeline? He can't turn away and refuse to acknowledge that.]
[He turns his head to rest in the crook of the other's neck just to cry. Because even the great detective is not smart enough to unravel the mysteries of the heart.]
[ He feels that turmoil shifting between them, but only meets it with acceptance and warmth.
His hand shifts to pull the hat off of Sholmes' head, dropping it on the seat behind him to properly stroke his fingers through his hair. His other arm just remaining tightly wrapped around him. He won't let go unless he's told he has to. Unless Sholmes straight out tells him to leave with sincerity. ]
I can. I can take this weight and carry it with me.
[ But he needs that risk from Sholmes, too. That scary leap. Jumping blind and hoping to land on solid ground. But there are never any certainties. ]
Despite whatever you're thinking, I can handle this. I can handle all of you.
[ Finley keeps trying to nuzzles Irene to make her feel better. ]
[This massive weight...can anyone hold it? He's calming down, slightly, with the touch to his hair, though, wishing he could reach up and wipe away his tears, as if he never shed them.]
Sixteen years, I've waited for that man. [He shakes his head slightly.] I-I don't know what to do.
[He's never looked or thought about anyone else. He's lost. This is new territory in a strange land. He slumps against the other man, as if the energy to fight has drained out of him.]
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[A a mote of relief washing over the disapproval - though once again, there's the huh? sort of curiosity over. Whatever is happening.]
I know you look out for others. Just keep in mind that others look out for you in turn. And everything will work splendidly, like that.
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If I planned to give out here, there wouldn't have been a point to what I did yesterday, right?
[ There's a sudden rush of sadness through that. Despite the somewhat lighthearted way it's stated, there's an almost overwhelming bit of grief in there. Even if he's carrying on, it's still a massive weight in his chest. ]
But I know I've got some really strong allies I don't want to let down.
[ And that pain shifts to a duller ache. Something warm overlays it. A bittersweet feeling. ]
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...Good man.
[He says, quietly, unsure of what to say - uncertain reassurance buzzes like a bee, but it softens into something stronger. He knows this man is strong. He believes in him. A belief like that can add to that strength, can't it.]
You will keep going, despite everything. I know it.
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Without saying anything at first, he brings his hand up and taps his chest. ]
I know.
[ He said he'd hold it close. And the strength felt in the bond is a proof that he holds it dear. Like that belief is some type of lifeline. ]
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...
[And then comes a strange hint of...something close to bashfulness, more touched by the response than anything.]
Excellent. I'll hold you to that.
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I'm sure you will.
[ There's a flicked of hesitation, but he brings up his hand to take Sholmes' in his own. The feeling behind his action shows a bit of a shy concern. An ache to be accepted, a worry of how Sholmes will react from the touch. That he's worried about losing this balance they have. ]
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[He looks towards their hands, then back up at Kotetsu's face. Perhaps he would react with mild surprise at first, but that ache...]
[It makes him pause in his reaction. It has bee a strange tightrope, of sorts to walk on after their talk when that curse ended. A willingness to be close, but not too close. But this is...]
[He tightens his grasp on the other's hand, accepting. It's not some grand deal, here. The tightrope stands.]
[It's a warm gesture. He'll take it, without any complaint.]
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His own grip turns a little bit more firm at not having Sholmes pull away.
He lets his eyes drop from his hand, Finley moving from her spot behind the seat to come closer, but still keeping a little distance. ]
I don't know if I could have made it through that without you.
[ Words that are more forward and tender that he'd been holding back. Something about this moment... it felt right to say it. There's deep gratitude and pure sincerity in what he's saying. It's obvious he believes every word. Hell, he might have even done something stupid at the execution in the name of a noble sacrifice.
And after... he was a line of support. ]
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[They are. They must be. Kotetsu is strong on his own. What part does he factor into this equation?]
[He can't help but cast his gaze down. It's not bashfulness, this time, its just...he's touched, but concerned, but taken aback all the same. He knows what kind of a striking figure he is, as a world-famous detective. But this is on a different level. A personal level.]
I thank you, my dear fellow.
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He brings his other hand up to just... hold Sholmes' hand gently between both of his. There's a firmness to his feelings. Strong and resolute. Especially when he speaks next, matching his tone. ]
I'm only saying what I feel is true.
[ Sure, he has his secrets. Has hidden important things. But there's no chance he would say something false here. ]
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[Precious? It's almost precious, like a jewel. It makes him all the more fearful that this isn't something he deserves, perhaps.]
[He doesn't know what to do. The other's hands are gentle, compared with his emotions. He feels warm, himself.]
It really is a treasure, Kotetsu.
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He's not sure if that deserves to be called a treasure, but... something about it really makes his heart warm even more. He can feel those things from Sholmes feeding through the line. All he can do is try to send back his own comfort. Like trying to sooth a wound. Not fix. Not erase it. Just help. ]
That makes me happy you think that. If you want, I could share with you another treasure of mine.
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[Is it too much? Should he step back? It's not like before. They aren't cursed. It's not the same.]
[And yet he stands, unwilling to move, like a man opening his window just to bask in the sun.]
But you have my curiosity. What is it?
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He reaches into his pocket to extract a shard before he holds it out. He won't force him to take the shard. ]
It's a memory.
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[He reaches forward...hesitates...and then takes it in hand.]
[Its something that feels...very part and parcel of who this man is. The love he has for his daughter is immense, enough to fight a storm back. He knows that feeling well. Sholmes considers it - in a situation like that, he may not have super strength or abilities, but he would aim to do the same.]
[Over the bond floats admiration for the man.]
Mm. An shining example of your heroic capabilities. It really is a jewel.
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She's my treasure.
[ The feeling he's giving off is one of unconditional love. Strength, determination, feeling empowered. Much of what Sholmes could feel directly in the memory. When his attention turns back to Sholmes completely, that feeling gives way to something else. It's hard to pinpoint, but it's a soft sort of affection. ]
A hero has to protect those most important to them.
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[Kotetsu is a man who shines like truth, unbreakable. He doesn't think he could every imagine this man manipulating others, or lying to them. He's honest. So deeply, deeply honest.]
...I see. [And that hint of bashfulness again, as he looks down.] I would assume a certain someone else besides your daughter fits with that.
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I'm assuming you're talking about my wife.
[ There's is a flicker of warm sadness that comes with those words. It's like a dull ache that you can almost feel down to the bones. A different sort of warmth he feels for Sholmes, but... there's something similar in there. It's easy enough to pick up on, too.
One is an aching, one is a hopeful almost yearning. Willing to hold on to that past, but also reach for the future. ]
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[He sort of blinks at that, ready to correct the other man, but pausing as the deep ache over a lost loved one and the hopeful light for something down the path wash over him. He's shocked to silence for a moment, before gathering his faculties to speak again-]
No, I meant-
[But the shard is still in his other hand. He clenches it, and a set of memories comes forth.]
[And the feeling that comes from Sholmes is raw to the bone, like he's just been wounded.]
[He's admiring, he's loving, he's suffering, he's wanting to hide. And above all else is a deep, deep heartache, to witness happiness again leaving him. You can't repeat the past, he tells himself.]
[But oh, oh, how good it was...!]
[He tosses the shard away, and just covers his eyes with his hand.]
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What Kotetsu knows, though, both of them have suffered true, undeniable heartache. They both have children they love more than anything.
He pushes through those feelings and wraps his arms around Sholmes. He doesn't care if he gets pushed away. He needs to. For both of them. His head presses against his shoulder, feeling the memory resonate in him and Sholmes' own torn feelings. ]
I did mean you. I just assumed... I didn't want to scare you away again.
[ His voice and his feelings have that sharp ache. He wants to help him. And that ache gives way to just a blanket of warmth. All he wants is to give him a solace. ]
Of course it's you I want to protect.
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[Before, when these memories had shown themselves to others, he had managed to keep his composure. Swallow the heartache down, and let it settle. He's had ten years with Iris and plenty of letters to receive to cope with the fact that he was alone. But here, with someone like Kotetsu, and how painful everything feels, it's like the straw that broke the camel's back.]
[And what's harder to deal with is to experience something like this man's infinite kindness, and then be reminded of something so similar that he still, to this day, was missing.]
...Maybe you shouldn't. [And he's blinking back tears, unwilling to push away, but stiffening in the man's grip. I miss him. I miss him. I just saw him and it wasn't enough. It was never enough. But no, that was selfish, and the man had a daughter at home, and he couldn't have him for himself, not really. He had understood that, but...] What's the point of it all?
[Irene has curled up into a ball behind him, whimpering.]
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Kotetsu's slowly raises his hand to rest on the back of Sholmes' head, the other remaining wrapped around him and holding him once again like he's something so precious beyond compare. ]
I can't give you answers. All I know is what I feel.
[ And that warmth swells, like warm waves trying to wash over him. He understands, he knows this might just be more painful in the future, but he knows regrets. He knows loss. ]
The point is that I'm here with you now. I kept fighting because you were here. I held onto that promise, Sholmes. It was like a lifeline for me, guiding me through. When I lost confidence, hope... You've always been there to pick me back up.
[ He lightly brush his cheek against Sholmes', like a light nuzzle. ]
And I don't want to lose that. I don't ever want to leave that. I'll find a way.
[ It makes absolutely no sense, but he doesn't care. What he cares about right now is this. ]
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[It can't be this good. There's nothing this good.]
Please...
[He manages to say, but he lets it cut out then, shuddering. He doesn't know how to finish that. "Please leave?" "Please stay?" Mikotoba, his partner, is in his head, and they're dancing. Even ten years later, they were able to dance like they always did.]
[How can he dance with anyone else?]
Kotetsu...you can't...
[But how can he leave this man, when his promise keeps him here, alive, like a lifeline? He can't turn away and refuse to acknowledge that.]
[He turns his head to rest in the crook of the other's neck just to cry. Because even the great detective is not smart enough to unravel the mysteries of the heart.]
[Irene just doesn't move, still whimpering.]
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His hand shifts to pull the hat off of Sholmes' head, dropping it on the seat behind him to properly stroke his fingers through his hair. His other arm just remaining tightly wrapped around him. He won't let go unless he's told he has to. Unless Sholmes straight out tells him to leave with sincerity. ]
I can. I can take this weight and carry it with me.
[ But he needs that risk from Sholmes, too. That scary leap. Jumping blind and hoping to land on solid ground. But there are never any certainties. ]
Despite whatever you're thinking, I can handle this. I can handle all of you.
[ Finley keeps trying to nuzzles Irene to make her feel better. ]
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[This massive weight...can anyone hold it? He's calming down, slightly, with the touch to his hair, though, wishing he could reach up and wipe away his tears, as if he never shed them.]
Sixteen years, I've waited for that man. [He shakes his head slightly.] I-I don't know what to do.
[He's never looked or thought about anyone else. He's lost. This is new territory in a strange land. He slumps against the other man, as if the energy to fight has drained out of him.]
It feels too good to be true.
[Irene is burying her head away, paws drawn up.]
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