[Blue's eyes aren't as good as Killua's in the dark, nor his instincts towards detecting presence, but he freezes immediately as he takes in the movement in the darkness, and his breath cuts and holds. Every instinct in him, suddenly, screams for him to run. Screw supplies, screw memories- run now, run from the pain that's inevitable and coming--]
[In the darkness, Blue can't notice the initially slight, hairline fracture that begins to form and spread out in the wood flooring from where he stands in the doorway. His jaw locks and his eyes skew away from the shape of Killua, hoping that in this dim light he can't read Blue's more specific body language.]
[He's furious.]
[He doesn't say anything, but he takes another step inward, slow and careful and wary, like an animal that might bolt at any moment. His eyes briefly dart towards the direction of Killua and Gon's room, mistrustful. Then, back to the shape of Killua on the couch. Like he doesn't understand the disconnect. Or maybe, like he doesn't want to.]
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Date: 2019-07-24 02:09 am (UTC)[In the darkness, Blue can't notice the initially slight, hairline fracture that begins to form and spread out in the wood flooring from where he stands in the doorway. His jaw locks and his eyes skew away from the shape of Killua, hoping that in this dim light he can't read Blue's more specific body language.]
[He's furious.]
[He doesn't say anything, but he takes another step inward, slow and careful and wary, like an animal that might bolt at any moment. His eyes briefly dart towards the direction of Killua and Gon's room, mistrustful. Then, back to the shape of Killua on the couch. Like he doesn't understand the disconnect. Or maybe, like he doesn't want to.]