[A small noise escapes his throat at those words; he supposes... it was pretty apparent how hard he fought for Ren.
There's the word again; Personas. He turns his head just slightly at it, but doesn't say anything.
... ah.
Akira would be lying if he said he expected such an overwhelming success on their first try. But, regardless, he tightens his hold, giving Kurama a reassuring squeeze as his brow creases.
It's a hell of a lot of pain that's built up, and it's making Akira's own throat lock up, a pressure building behind his eyes. But he keeps his breaths deep, calm, and steady...
There's no need to coax or dampen anything else, at the moment, unless he suspects Kurama's fear or anger are getting out of hand. Instead, he simply patiently waits for the redhead to ride out the storm of emotions.]
[The words are low and choked, breaking off altogether at times when Kurama just stops breathing. There's an undercurrent of hopelessness that he's been struggling to bury and ignore, and it rushes free with everything else.
Kurama outright clings to Akira, sobs occasionally cracked through by a quiet keen of pure anguish.
1300 years of pain, repressed and only vented by acts of cruelty.
It takes a while for a storm like that to ebb, for the crying to ease and the redhead to start to fall limp with exhaustion in Akira's hold.]
[Akira's breath quakes slightly as he rubs Kurama's back and hushes him, his heart squeezing painfully at the repeated apologies.
Akira has done this over a dozen times by now. Been exposed to others' pain as they released it, again and again and again.
But this is... brutal. Waves upon waves of emotional pain crashing against him, again and again with not nearly enough time to recover from the previous one. His own walls, built up over so much time and repeated exposure to others' emotions, already damaged by the past couple of weeks... are no match for Kurama's torrent of suffering.
His breath shakes and shudders as his own tears break free, and he lowers his head, burying it into Kurama's shoulder. It's all he can do to keep his own sobs muffled against Kurama's, his own buried pain swirling with the demon's. That cling is returned, just as much intensity and desperation within it.
Even when Kurama's finally calmed down, Akira's breath is still shuddering along with his body. His brow furrows hard as he forces those feelings back down... and his own breath, after several seconds, finally starts to even out.
Akira will wait to see how well Kurama's feeling naturally before artificially inducing any relief...]
[Kurama doesn't miss that Akira is still shuddering even as he himself starts to drift into a soft, emotionally drained fog. Or the time it takes for Akira's breathing to start settling. He shifts to curl gentle fingers into Akira's hair, stroking slowly. Trying to offer Akira whatever comfort he can.
As far as his own emotions go, beyond that drained numbness is far more relief than Kurama would have expected. The things that cause him pain haven't disappeared. But like lancing an infection, the buildup of bottled pain turning more and more sour has been expelled. He feels...lighter.]
The gentle fingers in his hair do have his breath catching slightly, and then... he relaxes, giving Kurama a little smile. Now he can feel the definite presence of relief in the other's body.]
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Date: 2019-03-29 04:52 pm (UTC)There's the word again; Personas. He turns his head just slightly at it, but doesn't say anything.
... ah.
Akira would be lying if he said he expected such an overwhelming success on their first try. But, regardless, he tightens his hold, giving Kurama a reassuring squeeze as his brow creases.
It's a hell of a lot of pain that's built up, and it's making Akira's own throat lock up, a pressure building behind his eyes. But he keeps his breaths deep, calm, and steady...
There's no need to coax or dampen anything else, at the moment, unless he suspects Kurama's fear or anger are getting out of hand. Instead, he simply patiently waits for the redhead to ride out the storm of emotions.]
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Date: 2019-03-29 05:44 pm (UTC)[The words are low and choked, breaking off altogether at times when Kurama just stops breathing. There's an undercurrent of hopelessness that he's been struggling to bury and ignore, and it rushes free with everything else.
Kurama outright clings to Akira, sobs occasionally cracked through by a quiet keen of pure anguish.
1300 years of pain, repressed and only vented by acts of cruelty.
It takes a while for a storm like that to ebb, for the crying to ease and the redhead to start to fall limp with exhaustion in Akira's hold.]
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Date: 2019-03-29 06:38 pm (UTC)Akira has done this over a dozen times by now. Been exposed to others' pain as they released it, again and again and again.
But this is... brutal. Waves upon waves of emotional pain crashing against him, again and again with not nearly enough time to recover from the previous one. His own walls, built up over so much time and repeated exposure to others' emotions, already damaged by the past couple of weeks... are no match for Kurama's torrent of suffering.
His breath shakes and shudders as his own tears break free, and he lowers his head, burying it into Kurama's shoulder. It's all he can do to keep his own sobs muffled against Kurama's, his own buried pain swirling with the demon's. That cling is returned, just as much intensity and desperation within it.
Even when Kurama's finally calmed down, Akira's breath is still shuddering along with his body. His brow furrows hard as he forces those feelings back down... and his own breath, after several seconds, finally starts to even out.
Akira will wait to see how well Kurama's feeling naturally before artificially inducing any relief...]
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Date: 2019-03-31 04:48 am (UTC)As far as his own emotions go, beyond that drained numbness is far more relief than Kurama would have expected. The things that cause him pain haven't disappeared. But like lancing an infection, the buildup of bottled pain turning more and more sour has been expelled. He feels...lighter.]
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Date: 2019-03-31 06:40 pm (UTC)The gentle fingers in his hair do have his breath catching slightly, and then... he relaxes, giving Kurama a little smile. Now he can feel the definite presence of relief in the other's body.]
Not too horrible, right?
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Date: 2019-03-31 07:10 pm (UTC)Kurama sighs quietly, but returns the smile. He makes an attempt to sit back up but... well...
That doesn't work out.]
That was extremely horrible, Akira, and you know it. But... it did help.
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Date: 2019-04-01 05:26 pm (UTC)[...noodly Kurama is cute, though. He'll just gently pat his back.]
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Date: 2019-04-01 06:53 pm (UTC)[He sounds tired but coherent. Kurama doesn't bother trying to get up again yet, though. He just curls his fingers gently into Akira's shirt.]
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Date: 2019-04-01 07:39 pm (UTC)I'm just glad I was able to help.
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Date: 2019-04-02 05:34 am (UTC)I want to help you, too, you know...