[ he isn't sure if he wants to follow that train of thought to its logical end, to explain that he died, that he finally saw things their way, that he killed haru's dad. it hurts too much to put into words.
so instead, he focuses on soft, white fur. he focuses on the power and gentleness of temperance. ]
Byakko. Come.
[ he says it lowly, hand splaying across his face, touching the edges of his mask. slowly, it begins to glow, and slowly, the spot over his chest glows a deep blue (just like the velvet room) and a lovely Byakko takes shape a few feet away from them. ]
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[ he isn't sure if he wants to follow that train of thought to its logical end, to explain that he died, that he finally saw things their way, that he killed haru's dad. it hurts too much to put into words.
so instead, he focuses on soft, white fur. he focuses on the power and gentleness of temperance. ]
Byakko. Come.
[ he says it lowly, hand splaying across his face, touching the edges of his mask. slowly, it begins to glow, and slowly, the spot over his chest glows a deep blue (just like the velvet room) and a lovely Byakko takes shape a few feet away from them. ]