KHR Rarepair Week

Can two such individuals be lead to anywhere else but their own miserable design? Can they all balance each other out to something greater, or all combine their weights until they sink together? These are the sort of things that he watches for, in the end. The things he watches to see what will become of them, combined with such a neverending abyss as such that he belongs to. It may not solve anything, especially in the long term, but he is not necessarily asking for any sort of solution. More than anything, he is curious to see if Chikusa can manage to pull his companions from the depths. If him emerging from his eel hole will result not only in prey being snagged into two different sets of jaws, but if he can slide out into more open waters, find a freedom for all of them that is not reliant on so much blood soaking their shoes like the flood waters rose up in an effort to claim them.

When they’re in their twenties, they drift back into the habit fully, but… still different. Always still different, whenever they look back on their lives. Now, these days, they don’t really go to sleep with one another because they need the other’s warmth, or their stillness, or because there’s nothing to do. Instead… They just do it because they want to. Because they have lived their whole lives together, and can think of no other life to live. Neither of them say it’s love. Neither of them say it’s anything else, either. All they know is that, when they curl in on one another, warm and safe and at an age neither of them really ever thought they’d reach… The world feels right. They feel right.