Messenger Box

[eyeswideopen]

If you need to get a hold of Komaeda, here's where you do it.

Messenger birds, action, what have you.

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[gottacatch]

[ There was a poetry to what Komaeda said, how he said it, a picturesque way that could remind him of Cilan with time and thought, though the delivery and the manner was different to distinguish them. Instead, Red's hand squeezes at his with that flow seeping into him and sweeping out, taken in first of the sensation of another's hopes broken down into something physical, magical.

It feels raw in his body, almost too much to do anything with than make his heart shudder with its presence, until he releases the breath he had been holding onto and truly accepts it, letting his shoulders fall. Eyes closing, the stars shine brighter in their sky. The silver light becomes joined by a teal sheen, the same kind that wraps itself around the ball in Red's other hand, and to those of the balls still tucked away on his belt with a moment of time. It dances between their hands, a mix of hopes joining -- Red's hope for the now, traced with an appreciation. So much emotion at once, with a starry sight, it reminds Red of a night...

A night that he sees in flashes: Komaeda there in his festival clothing, weaving stars and dancing his hand between the lights; fragments of conversation leaving his lips, the laugh he gave when Red told him the wish about the Arehtei and their assortment of hats; the way his heart had felt full in his chest, the sight of two hands with fingers linked during what might be a dance with the budding warmth the colour of red-- ]