@heartheaded: 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds . (junpei and snake (and company but shh) climbing out of the haul in essence if it were a real ship, the first two out and having only a handful of minutes to themselves before the others catch up, knowing they're safe but anxious until they see
his right hand is in junpei's as they run . in other circumstances , light would be displeased by this arrangement , but for the sake of escaping the ship as quickly as possible and burdening no one , he accepts his fate . and though he won't dare admit it -- holding onto someone else is a comfort , after everything they've been through tonight .
the sound of a metal door crashing open is the only precursor to rain -- heavy rain -- splashing against his face . outside ... they've made it outside ! the rain is proof enough , but light can hear the waves crashing against the side of the ship and thunder rumbling in the far distance , confirming his assumption . there's no room for displeasure at being wet -- all he can feel is joy that , after everything , they've all made it out in one piece .
" the others , " he pauses , still somewhat out of breath after all the stairs they just ran up . " they're behind us . " he knows it ; can feel clovers hand sliding up the metal rail as if it were his own . his heart beats in time with hers .
the ship lurches at the behest of a large wave . despite himself , light stumbles , holding onto junpei as his other hand searches for a wall , a railing -- anything . after all they've been through , he can't find it in himself to feel any particular mortification at using the man for support , at least for a little longer . ( but then , after everything junpei has been through , he'd really like to give the poor man a break from helping others . )
everyone else will be coming up after them soon enough , but for just this moment , light relishes in the sound of junpei's breathing along with the heavy pattering of rain against the deck . it's noisy on the ocean ; it's noisy in a storm , but compared to the chaos of the world they stand above , light would almost dare to call it quiet out here .
he slides his hand out of junpei's and holds onto a thick rail . light can only assume he's standing at the edge of the ship , somewhere , and points his head forward accordingly . he'd be the perfect picture of a man staring contemplatively into the distance , were his eyes not still closed .
" we made it , " he breathes out as though begging junpei to assure him that it's true .
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it's me boy, the medieval scribe speaking to you inside your brain. listen to me boy. draw in the margins of your notes instead of paying attention
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