[ Even in the typhoon, Chozen had not felt so helpless to act as this. Then, what had pinned him in place had been his cowardice, his lack of trust in himself. His inaction had come from within.
This crisis is not so dire (as he will not think of the possibility it will not end), but his inaction is worse for it being imposed from without.
He has spent a long time learning how to nurse the coals that always simmer in his heart, banking the embers and feeding them enough oxygen to keep their light from going out, but never enough to douse them entirely. As Daniel's panic rises, Chozen fans the flames, drawing on the motive force of righteous anger to compel himself to break free of whatever binds him.
What is strange is that it does not feel like heat. It feels like a hum. Everywhere he and Daniel make contact thrums in tune with the building note, until Daniel's hand folds with uncommon gentleness over his fingers curled uselessly around the mug, and then Chozen tastes metal on his tongue and sees static he blinks away, eyes fluttering to life - and ah. That's good, then.
His fingers flex underneath Daniel's shaking ones. He slides one hand free and settles it on top of them, stilling their motion by capturing them between one hand and the other, and he smiles as he moistens his mouth with a sweep of his tongue and a swallow. ]
I am all right, Daniel-san.
[ He pats his knuckles gingerly, not quite releasing his hand. ]
I did not mean to worry you. That was...very strange.
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This crisis is not so dire (as he will not think of the possibility it will not end), but his inaction is worse for it being imposed from without.
He has spent a long time learning how to nurse the coals that always simmer in his heart, banking the embers and feeding them enough oxygen to keep their light from going out, but never enough to douse them entirely. As Daniel's panic rises, Chozen fans the flames, drawing on the motive force of righteous anger to compel himself to break free of whatever binds him.
What is strange is that it does not feel like heat. It feels like a hum. Everywhere he and Daniel make contact thrums in tune with the building note, until Daniel's hand folds with uncommon gentleness over his fingers curled uselessly around the mug, and then Chozen tastes metal on his tongue and sees static he blinks away, eyes fluttering to life - and ah. That's good, then.
His fingers flex underneath Daniel's shaking ones. He slides one hand free and settles it on top of them, stilling their motion by capturing them between one hand and the other, and he smiles as he moistens his mouth with a sweep of his tongue and a swallow. ]
I am all right, Daniel-san.
[ He pats his knuckles gingerly, not quite releasing his hand. ]
I did not mean to worry you. That was...very strange.