[Blade frowns as Dan Heng admits that he's also a bit lost in all of this. He takes the other seat at the table and listens quietly, but attentively; his ears are testament to that.]
I don't think it contradicts what you said at all. If anything... we're the same.
[He sips his boba quietly as Dan Heng goes on. When I dream, it's like I'm not myself. ... Yeah, that sounds familiar. He's not sure if it's a past life memories thing or what, but his clearest memories come to him in dreams, unfiltered by his demon's meddling. He's had a couple weeks to get used to that.
Depersonalization disorder... He remembers that being tossed around as something that might be affecting his memory in a longer way than simple dissociative amnesia. In the end, he'd been ruled DA and released, because there wasn't much else they could do for him. And Blade had learned to hide his demon possession better.]
... I am sorry.
[Dan Heng must really like the bracelet if he's putting it on. Blade, too, is thinking about the bracer... He's almost tempted to give him his own, but it wouldn't be the same. Blade's is in worse condition than the one Dan Heng wore. It's older and more beat-up.]
You can keep this one, [he says after a moment. It's a callback to their conversation in the car a couple weeks ago.] What matters is that you like it.
[He glances towards the duck pond as if that might do something to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.]
... And I enjoy your presence, too. [Even when his demon does not. Even when he feels the half-remembered obsession and fury rising up in his throat like bile, he remembers those eyes and a cool touch, and he calms for a little while.
Still, Dan Heng looks so... He wants to hold his hand or something but he isn't sure how welcome his touch would be. They've only just begun to get to know each other in this life, after all. But that... that urge to be close to him, that's still there. He isn't sure if it's Yingxing or Blade or the other Yingxing or the other Blade. Fuck.
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I don't think it contradicts what you said at all. If anything... we're the same.
[He sips his boba quietly as Dan Heng goes on. When I dream, it's like I'm not myself. ... Yeah, that sounds familiar. He's not sure if it's a past life memories thing or what, but his clearest memories come to him in dreams, unfiltered by his demon's meddling. He's had a couple weeks to get used to that.
Depersonalization disorder... He remembers that being tossed around as something that might be affecting his memory in a longer way than simple dissociative amnesia. In the end, he'd been ruled DA and released, because there wasn't much else they could do for him. And Blade had learned to hide his demon possession better.]
... I am sorry.
[Dan Heng must really like the bracelet if he's putting it on. Blade, too, is thinking about the bracer... He's almost tempted to give him his own, but it wouldn't be the same. Blade's is in worse condition than the one Dan Heng wore. It's older and more beat-up.]
You can keep this one, [he says after a moment. It's a callback to their conversation in the car a couple weeks ago.] What matters is that you like it.
[He glances towards the duck pond as if that might do something to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.]
... And I enjoy your presence, too. [Even when his demon does not. Even when he feels the half-remembered obsession and fury rising up in his throat like bile, he remembers those eyes and a cool touch, and he calms for a little while.
Still, Dan Heng looks so... He wants to hold his hand or something but he isn't sure how welcome his touch would be. They've only just begun to get to know each other in this life, after all. But that... that urge to be close to him, that's still there. He isn't sure if it's Yingxing or Blade or the other Yingxing or the other Blade. Fuck.
There has to be something...]