introduction et rondo capriccioso
Mar. 3rd, 2015 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
corpsebloom[ Lunch plans with Haise. Nothing about it was too incredibly perplexing or unusual, it was something that occurred quite often-- once a week or so. A good ten minutes earlier than usual to gather his thoughts, for he always seems to have to before he sees the young man. If anyone wonders why he always makes sure he’s the one that visits or they plan on the meetings, this is why.
If Arima closes his eyes, he can see wisps of Haise’s black hair that bloom from his white. His eyes glimmer with a sense of contemplation. His demeanor, as forced as usual.
And then— Kaneki Ken—
If he ever did remember, what would Arima do, pray tell? In either case, it was acknowledged between him and the man known as Sasaki Haise that he would kill him if he ever went berserk.
But now is not the time to contemplate on things such as “You’re like my dad” and how he replied with a “I’ll come and visit my grandchildren”.
There’s something rather guilt-provoking in that. ]
You’re later than usual by about three minutes. What kept you, Haise?
[ Arima’s eyes open. The air barely moves, but a single molecule moving out of the unusual is enough for him. That voice of his, as calm as always. It never betrays him. At times like these, contemplating the darker parts of what has happened, he’s grateful for it.
There’s no need for remorse at the lunch table. ]
If Arima closes his eyes, he can see wisps of Haise’s black hair that bloom from his white. His eyes glimmer with a sense of contemplation. His demeanor, as forced as usual.
And then— Kaneki Ken—
If he ever did remember, what would Arima do, pray tell? In either case, it was acknowledged between him and the man known as Sasaki Haise that he would kill him if he ever went berserk.
But now is not the time to contemplate on things such as “You’re like my dad” and how he replied with a “I’ll come and visit my grandchildren”.
There’s something rather guilt-provoking in that. ]
You’re later than usual by about three minutes. What kept you, Haise?
[ Arima’s eyes open. The air barely moves, but a single molecule moving out of the unusual is enough for him. That voice of his, as calm as always. It never betrays him. At times like these, contemplating the darker parts of what has happened, he’s grateful for it.
There’s no need for remorse at the lunch table. ]
