dave strider (
oculusriffs) wrote2018-11-11 07:18 pm
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TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it
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And he's ready, at least, to share that part of himself with someone he so obviously and deeply loves. Someone who doesn't need to say much to show that he gets it- someone who, under all pretenses, has a penchant for never really knowing when the heck to shut up as a means to layer his own problems behind wit and banter. Ryuji leans, the exhaustion of the moment clear on his features, and finds a place where he can rub his face against Dave so that his eyes aren't as blurry as they've gotten. He bathes in the closeness he has with him, an incredibly high defense armor that protects his heart, and breathes heavily through his nose.
After a moment or two passes and he centers himself from what he had just said, he furrows his brow and looks at the guy currently koala attaching himself to, well, himself, and his lids lower, fighting back that bad brain feeling that manages to creep its way up into his brain bowl every so often... that he has no idea how he even kind of deserves Dave when he's got so much shit he still has to deal with. Which is a dumb thought, and he knows that, and he tells himself that mentally in order to shut that voice up. There's no such thing as deserve when it comes to people or the love they have for others within them. That's... probably his childhood doubts seeping into something that doesn't belong, and recognizing that, he slouches a little more and just lets Dave do his thing in his supportive way, and continues to lean on him.
Which is something that also took a year for Ryuji to get better at accepting.]
I guess, uh. Maybe I'm not supposed to find out why. But. I.... it also doesn't mean that... I dunno. I don't gotta give him power over me either.
[He looks downward, not entirely sure what to make or say of anything at the moment. But he doesn't feel weaker for sharing with Dave. Not by a long shot; in fact, it's quite the opposite.]
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[Dave's always known that, of course. it's just hard to make old habits made out of self-preservation catch up with the obvious.]
[there's ... still not really a lot he can say. there isn't a whole lot he can do, either, other than just let Ryuji stay right where he is, let him be as messy as he needs to be. he leans closer, enough so that their foreheads are just barely touching. this is an intensely private moment, with words only meant for each other, after all. effectively, the rest of Vista Virs just doesn't exist.]
You're right. [he pauses, sorting through what he wants to say.]
Doesn't mean it just ... goes away either, you know? I mean ... I get it. And I get how weak and shitty and small it can make a person feel, especially when you're also on the track of thinking you should be over it.
I guess, just. You don't have to worry about dealing with it alone.