[He steps away from the bed. At first. Assumes sleep will trail Gilgamesh shortly. Just a half step. Not much. The impression of distance, more than the actuality.
There's an opening. He's not blind. He can see it. How easy it would be, to climb upon the bed. Like breathing. Or riding a bicycle. And he nips that analogy before it gets any further. The curtain of hair and the look in his eyes does enough. Like he's entranced.
By him.
It jolts him. Breaks the spell hanging over him. His eyes go wide. He steps back. A hand almost outstretched. An almost bend in the spine. The air seems thin. Or that there's suddenly not enough of it. And whatever little can be found burns on the way down.
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There's an opening. He's not blind. He can see it. How easy it would be, to climb upon the bed. Like breathing. Or riding a bicycle. And he nips that analogy before it gets any further. The curtain of hair and the look in his eyes does enough. Like he's entranced.
By him.
It jolts him. Breaks the spell hanging over him. His eyes go wide. He steps back. A hand almost outstretched. An almost bend in the spine. The air seems thin. Or that there's suddenly not enough of it. And whatever little can be found burns on the way down.
There is an opening. Kirei doesn't take it.]